And finding him, the Searchers of the town, Law. Unhappy fortune! by my Brotherhood, John. Brother, I'll go and bring it thee. Law. Now muft I to the Monument alone; Within these three hours will fair Juliet wake; She will befhrew me much, that Romeo Hath had no notice of these accidents : But I will write again to Mantua, And keep her at my cell 'till Romeo come. [Exit. Poor living coarfe, clos'd in a dead man's tomb! [Exit. SCENE changes to a Church-yard: In it, a Monument belonging to the Capulets. Par. Enter Paris, and his Page, with a light. IVE me thy torch, boy; hence and stand aloof. GIV Yet put it out, for I would not be seen : Page. Page. I am almost afraid to stand alone Here in the church-yard, yet I will adventure. [Exit. hand; That living honour'd thee, and, being dead, With fun'ral obfequies adorn thy tomb. [The boy whiftles. To cross my Obfequies, and true love's rite? Enter Romeo and Balthafar with a light. (15) Rom. Give me that mattock, and the wrenching iron. Hold, take this letter, early in the morning See thou deliver it to my lord and father. Why I defcend into this bed of death, But chiefly to take thence from her dead finger In dear employment; therefore, hence, be gone; (15) Enter Romeo and Peter with a Light.] But Peter was a Servant of the Capulets: befides, he brings the Mattock and Crow to wrench open Juliet's Grave, an Office hardly to be intrufted with a Servant of that Family. We find a little above, at the very beginning of this Act, Balthafar is the Perfon who brings Romeo the News of his Bride's Death: and yet, at the Clofe of the Play, Peter takes upon him to depose that He brought thofe Tidings. Utri creditis, Quirites? -- In short, We heard Balthafar deliver the Meffage; and therefore Peter is a lying Evidence, fuborn'd by the blundering Editors. We must therefore cafhier him, and put Balthafar on his proper Duty. The Source of this Error feems eafy to be accounted for; Peter's Chara&er ending in the 4th A&t, 'tis very probable the fame Perfon might play Balthafar, and so be quoted on in the Prompter's Book as Peter. But But if thou, jealous, doft return to pry And ftrew this hungry church-yard with thy limbs; Than empty tygers, or the roaring sea. Balth. I will be gone, Sir, and not trouble you. thou that; Live and be profp'rous, and farewel, good fellow. Rom. Thou deteftable maw, thou womb of death, [Breaking open the Monument. It is fuppofed, the fair Creature dy'd,) And here is come to do fome villanous fhame Rom. I muft, indeed, and therefore came I hither. Rom Rom. Wilt thou provoke me? then have at thee, boy, [They fight, Paris falls. Page. Oh lord, they fight! I will go call the Watch. Par. Oh, I am flain; if thou be merciful, Open the tomb, lay me with Juliet. [Dyes. A Grave? O, no; a Lanthorn, flaughter'd Youth ✈ I [Laying Paris in the Monument. Than with that hand, that cut thy youth in twain, Why art thou yet fo fair? fhall I believe And And never from this Palace of dim night (16) With worms that are thy chamber-maids; oh here And shake the yoke of inaufpicious stars From this world-weary'd flesh. Eyes, look your last! Drinks the poison. Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kifs I die. (16) And never from this Palace of dim night Depart again. (Come, lye Thou in my Arms; [Dies. Thy Drugs are quick)] Mr. Pope's, and fome other of the worfer, Editions acknowledge abfurdly the Lines which I have put into Parenthefis here; and which I have expung'd from the Text, for this Reason: Romeo is made to confefs the Effect of the Poison, before ever he has tafted it. I fuppofe, it hardly was fo favoury that the Patient fhould chufe to make two Draughts of it. And, eight Lines after these, we find him taking the Poifon in his Hands and making an Apostrophe to it; inviting it to perform its Office at once; and then, and not 'till then, does he clap it to his Lips, or can with any Probability speak of its inftant Force and Effects. Befides, Shakespeare would hardly have made Romeo drink to the Health of his dead Miftrefs. Tho' the firft Quarto in 1599, and the two old Folio's acknowledge this abfurd Stuff, I find it left out in feveral latter Quarto Impreffions. I ought to take notice, that tho' Mr. Pope has thought fit to ftick to the old Copies in this Addition, yet he is no fair Transcriber; for he has funk upon us an Hemiftich of moft profound Abfurdity, which poffeffes all those Copies. Come, lye thon in my Arms; Enter |