Enter Apothecary. ACT V. SCENE I.-Mantua. A Street. Enter ROMEO. Rom. If I may trust the flattering eye of sleep, And breath'd such life with kisses in my lips, News from Verona!-How now, Balthasar? Bal. Then she is well, and nothing can be ill; Rom. Is it even so? then I defy you, stars!Thou know'st my lodging: get me ink and paper, And hire post-horses; I will hence to-night. Bal. Pardon me, sir, I will not leave you thus: Your looks are pale and wild, and do import Some misadventure. Rom. Tush, thou art deceiv'd; Leave me, and do the thing I bid thee do: Hast thou no letters to me from the friar? Bal. No, my good lord. Rom. No matter: get thee gone, And hire those horses; I'll be with thee straight. [Exit BALTHASAR. Well, Juliet, I will lie with thee to-night. Let's see for means :-O, mischief! thou art swift To enter in the thoughts of desperate men! I do remember an apothecary,And hereabouts he dwells,-whom late I noted In tatter'd weeds, with overwhelming brows, Culling of simples; meagre were his looks, Sharp misery had worn him to the bones: And in his needy shop a tortoise hung, An alligator stuff'd, and other skins Of ill-shap'd fishes; and about his shelves A beggarly account of empty boxes, Green earthern pots, bladders, and musty seeds, O, this same thought did but fore-run my need; Hold, there is forty ducats: let me have A dram of poison; such soon-speeding geer Doth hurry from the fatal cannon's womb. Ap. Such mortal drugs I have; but Mantua's law Is death, to any he that utters them. Rom. Art thou so bare, and full of wretchedness, The world is not thy friend, nor the world's law; Rom. There is thy gold; worse poison to men's Lau. This same should be the voice of friar John John. Going to find a bare-foot brother out, Lau. Unhappy fortune! by my brotherhood, John. Brother, I'll go and bring it thee. [Erit. Poor living corse, cios'd in a dead man's tomb! [EL SCENE III-A Church-Yard; in it, a Monument Condemn'd villain, I do apprehend thee: belonging to the Capulets. Enter PARIS, and his Page, bearing flowers ana a torch Par. Give me thy torch, boy: Hence, and stand aloof; Yet put it out, for I would not be seen. [Retires. Par. Sweet flower, with flowers I strew thy bridal bed : Sweet tomb, that in thy circuit dost contain Fair Juliet, that with angels dost remain, [The Boy whistles. [Retires. Enter ROMEO and BALTHASAR, with a torch, mattock, &c. Rom. Give me that mattock, and the wrenching iron. Hold, take this letter; early in the morning But, chiefly, to take thence from her dead finger In dear employment: therefore hence, be gone :- .n what I further shall intend to do, And strew this hungry church-yard with thy limbs : Bal. I will be gone, sir, and not trouble you. Retires. Live, and be prosperous; and farewell, good fellow. [Breaking open the door of the monument. Stop thy unhallow'd toil, vile Montague; Advances. Obey, and go with me; for thou must die. Rom. I must, indeed; and therefore came I hither. Good gentle youth, tempt not a desperate man, And do attach thee as a felon here. Rom. Wilt thou provoke me? then have at thee, boy. Page. O lord! they fight: I will watch. [They fight call the Exit Page. Par. O, I am slain! [Falls.]—If thou be mer ciful, Open the tomb, lay me with Juliet. [Dies. Rom. In faith, I will:-Let me peruse this face ;Mercutio's kinsman, noble county Paris:What said my man, when my betossed soul Did not attend him as we rode ? I think, He told me, Paris should have married Juliet: Said he not so? or did I dream it so ? Or am I mad, hearing him talk of Juliet, To think it was so -O, give me thy hand, One writ with me in sour misfortune's book! I'll bury thee in a triumphant grave,A grave? O no; a lantern, slaughter'd youth, For here lies Juliet, and her beauty makes This vault a feasting presence full of light. Death, lie thou there, by a dead man interr'd. [Laying PARIS in the monument. How oft when men are at the point of death, Have they been merry? which their keepers call A lightning before death: O, how may I Call this a lightning ?-O, my love! my wife! Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty: Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips, and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there.Tybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody sheet? O, what more favour can I do to thee, Than with that hand that cut thy youth in twain, To sunder his that was thine enemy? Forgive me, cousin!-Ah, dear Juliet, Why art thou yet so fair? Shall I believe That unsubstantial death is amorous; And that the lean abhorred monster keeps Thee here in dark to be his paramour? For fear of that, I will still stay with thee; And never from this palace of dim night Depart again; here, here, will I remain With worms that are thy chamber-maids; Will I set up my everlasting rest; And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars [last! From this world-wearied flesh.-Eyes, look your Arms, take your last embrace! and lips, O you The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss A dateless bargain to engrossing death!Come, bitter conduct, come, unsavoury guide! Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on The dashing rocks thy sea-sick weary bark! Here's to my love![Drinks.] O, true apothecary' Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die. [Dies 4 G O, here My master knows not, but I am gone hence; [me; Fri. Stay then, I'll go alone:-Fear comes upon O, much I fear some ill unlucky thing. Bal. As I did sleep under this yew-tree here, I dreamt my master and another fought, And that my master slew him. Fri. Romeo!-[Advances. Alack, alack, what blood is this, which stains The stony entrance of this sepulchre ?What mean these masterless and gory swords To lie discolour'd by this place of peace? [Enters the monument. Romeo! O, pale!-Who else? what, Paris too? And steep'd in blood?-Ah, what an unkind hour Is guilty of this lamentable chance!The lady stirs. [JULIET wakes and stirs. Jul. Ö, comfortable friar! where is my lord? I do remember well where I should be, And there I am:- -Where is my Romeo? [Noise within. Fri. I hear some noise.-Lady, come from that nest Of death, contagion, and unnatural sleep; [Kisses him. i Watch. [Within.] Lead, boy :-Which way? Jul. Yea, noise?-then I'll be brief.-O happy dagger! [Snatching ROMEO's dagger. This is thy sheath; [Stabs herself.] there rust, and let me die. [Falls on ROMEO's body, and dies. Enter Watch, with the Page of PARIS. Page. This is the place; there, where the torch doth burn. i Watch. The ground is bloody; Search about the church-yard: Go, some of you, whoe'er you find, attach. [Exeunt some. Pitiful sight! here lies the county slain:- We see the ground whereon these woes do lie; But the true ground of all these piteous woes, Enter some of the Watch, with BALTHASAR. 2 Watch. Here's Romeo's man, we found him in the church-yard. 1 Watch. Hold him in safety, till the prince come hither. Enter another Watchman, with Friar LAURENCE. 3 Watch. Here is a friar, that trembles, sighs, and weeps: We took this mattock and this spade from him, As he was coming from this church-yard side. 1 Watch. A great suspicion; Stay the friar too. Enter the PRINCE and Attendants. Prince. What misadventure is so early up, That calls our person from our morning's rest? Enter CAPULET, Lady CAPULET, and others. Cap. What should it be, that they so shriek abroad? La. Cap. The people in the street cry-Romeo, Some-Juliet, and some-Paris; and all run, With open outcry, toward our monument. Prince. What fear is this, which startles in our [slain; ears? 1 Watch. Sovereign, here lies the county Paris And Romeo dead; and Juliet, dead before, Warm and new kill'd. Prince. Search, seek, and know how this foul murder comes. [man; 1 Watch. Here is a friar, and slaughter'd Romeo's With instruments upon them, fit to open These dead men's tombs. Cap. O, heavens !-0, wife! look how our daughter bleeds! This dagger hath mista'en,-for, lo! his house Enter MONTAGUE and others. Prince. Come, Montague; for thou art early up, To see thy son and heir more early down. Mon. Alas, my liege, my wife is dead to-night; Grief of my son's exile hath stopp'd her breath: What further woe conspires against mine age? Prince. Look, and thou shalt see. Mon. O thou untaught! what manners is in this, To press before thy father to a grave? Prince. Seal up the mouth of outrage for a while, Till we can clear these ambiguities, [scent, And know their spring, their head, their true deAnd then will I be general of your woes, And lead you even to death: Meantime forbear, And let mischance be slave to patience.Bring forth the parties of suspicion. Fri. I am the greatest, able to do least, Yet most suspected, as the time and place Prince. Then say at once what thou dost know in this. Fri. I will be brief, for my short date of breath Is not so long as is a tedious tale. Romeo there dead, was husband to that Juliet, The form of death. meantime I writ to Romeo, Unto the rigour of severest law. Prince. We still have known thee for a holy man.Where's Romeo's man? what can he say in this? Bal. I brought my master news of Juliet's death; And then in post he came from Mantua, To this same place, to this same monument. This letter he early bid me give his father; And threaten'd me with death, going in the vault, If I departed not, and left him there. Prince. Give me the letter, I will look on it.Where is the county's page, that rais'd the watch?— Sirrah, what made your master in this place? Page. He came with flowers to strew his lady's grave; And bid me stand aloof, and so I did: Anon, comes one with light to ope the tomb; Prince. This letter doth make good the friar's words, Their course of love, the tidings of her death: Came to this vault to die, and lie with Juliet.- HAMLET, PRINCE OF DENMARK. PERSONS REPRESENTED. CLAUDIUS, King of Denmark. Ber. "Tis now struck twelve; get thee to bed, Francisco. Fran. For this relief, much thanks: 'tis bitter cold, HAMLET, son to the former, and nephew to the present And I am sick at heart. cellus. Hor. What, has this thing appear'd again to-night? Ber. I have seen nothing. Mar. Horatio says, 'tis but our fantasy; And will not let belief take hold of him, Touching this dreaded sight, twice seen of us: Therefore I have entreated him, along With us to watch the minutes of this night; That, if again this apparition come, He may approve our eyes, and speak to it. Hor. Tush! tush! 'twill not appear. Ber. Sit down awhile; And let us once again assail your ears, That are so fortified against our story, What we two nights have seen. Hor. Well, sit we down, And let us hear Bernardo speak of this. Ber. Last night of all, When yon same star, that's westward from the pole, Had made his course to illume that part of heaven Where now it burns, Marcellus, and myself, The bell then beating one, [again: Mar. Peace, break thee off lok, where it comes |