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Death, lie thou there, by a dead man interr'd. | What mean these masterless and gory swords [Laying PARIS in the Monument. To lie discolour'd by this place of peace? How oft when men are at the point of death [Enters the Monument. Have they been merry? which their keepers Romeo! O, pale !-Who else? what, Paris, call too?
A lightning before death: O, how may I
Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty:
To sunder his that was thine enemy?
[hour And steep'd in blood?-Ah, what an unkind Is guilty of this lamentable chance!The lady stirs. [JULIET wakes and stirs. Jul. 0, 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
Of death, contagion, and unnatural sleep;
Jul. Go, get thee hence, for I will not
[Erit. [hand? What's here? a cup, clos'd in my true love's Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end:O churl! drink all; and leave no friendly drop, To help me after?-I will kiss thy lips; Haply, some poison yet doth hang on them, To make me die with a restorative. [Kisses him. Thy lips are warm!
1 Watch. [Within.] Lead, boy:-Which way?
Arms, take your last embrace! and lips, O you
Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die.
Enter at the other end of the Church-Yard, Friar LAURENCE, with a Lantern, Crow, and Spade. Fri. Saint Francis be my speed! how oft tonight [there? Have my old feet stumbled at graves? Who's Who is it that consorts, so late, the dead? Bal. Here's one, a friend, and one that knows you well.
Fri. Bliss be upon you! Tell me, good my friend,
What torch is yond', that vainly lends his light
Fri. Who is it?
Fri. How long hath he been there?
Bal. Full half an hour.
Fri. Go with me to the vault.
Bal. I dare not, Sir:
Jul. Yea, noise?-then I'll be brief.-0 happy dagger!
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.
1 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 ;And Juliet bleeding; warm, and newly dead, Who here hath lain these two days buried.Go, tell the prince,-run to the Capulets,Raise up the Montagues,-some others
search;- [Exeunt other WATCHMEN. We see the ground whereon these woes do lie; But the true ground of all these piteous woes, We cannot without circumstance descry. 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
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
You-to remove that siege of grief from
La. Cup. The people in the street cry-To county Paris:-Then comes she to me;
1 Watch. Sovereign, here lies the county Paris slain;
And Romeo dead; and Juliet, dead before, Warm and new kill'd.
Prince. Search, seek, and know how this foul murder comes.
1 Watch. Here is a friar, and slaughter'd Romeo's man;
With instruments upon them, fit to open
Cap. O, heavens!-O, wife! look how our daughter bleeds!
This dagger hath mista'en,-for lo! his house
That warns my old age to a sepulchre.
Enter MONTAGUE and others.
Prince. Come, Montague; for thou art early
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, And know their spring, their head, their true descent;
And then will I be general of your woes,
And let mischance be slave to patience.-
Fri. I am the greatest, able to do least,
And here I stand, both to impeach and purge
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;
And she, there dead, that Romeo's faithful wife:
I married them; and their stolen-marriageday
Was Tybalt's doomsday, whose untimely death
Banish'd the new-made bridegroom from this city;
For whom, and not for Tybalt, Juliet pin'd.
* I. e. The scabbard,
And, with wild looks, bid me devise some
To rid her from this second marriage,
That he should hither come as this dire night,
But he which bore my letter, friar John,
And bid me stand aloof, and so I did:
Prince. This letter doth make good the
friar's words, Their course of love, the tidings of her death: And here he writes-that he did buy a poison Of a poor 'pothecary, and therewithal Came to this vault to die, and lie with Juliet.
Where be these enemies? Capulet! Montague!
See, what a scourge is laid upon your hate, That heaven finds means to kill your joys with love!
And I, for winking at your discords too, * Scat.
HAMLET, PRINCE OF DENMARK.
CLAUDIUS, King of Denmark.
FRANCISCO, a Soldier.
HAMLET, Son to the former King, and Nephew REYNALDO, Servant to Polonius.
to the present King.
LAERTES, Son to Polonius.
POLONIUS, Lord Chamberlain.
HORATIO, Friend to Hamlet.
OSRIC, a Courtier.
A CAPTAIN. An AMBASSADOR.
FORTINBRAS, Prince of Norway.
GERTRUDE, Queen of Denmark, and Mother of Hamlet.
OPHELIA, Daughter of Polonius.
Lords, Ladies, Officers, Soldiers, Players, Grave-diggers, Sailors, Messengers, and other Attendants.
Ber. Welcome, Horatio; welcome, good
Hor. What, has this thing appear'd again
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, That, if again this apparition come, With us to watch the minutes of this night; He may approve* our eyes, and speak to it. And let us once again assail your ears, Hor. Tush! tush! 'twill not appear. Ber. Sit down awhile; 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.
When yon same star, that's westward from
Had made his course to illume that part of [heaven Where now it burns, Marcellus, and myself,
Fran. I think, I hear them.-Stand, ho! Who The bell then beating one,
Hor. Most like:-it harrows me with fear, (As it doth well appear unto our state,)
Of mine own eyes.
Mar. Is it not like the king?
Hor. As thou art to thyself:
Such was the very armour he had on,
Mar. Thus, twice before, and jump|| at this dead hour,
With martial stalk hath he gone by our watch. Hor. In what particular thought to work, I know not;
But, in the gross and scope of mine opinion,
Why this same strict and most observant watch
Does not divide the Sunday from the week:
Hor. That can I;
At least, the whisper goes so. Our last king,
But to recover of us, by strong hand,
Of this post-haste and romage* in the land.
That was, and is, the question of these wars.
As, stars with trains of fire and dews of blood,
Was sick almost to doomsday with eclipse.
But, soft; behold! lo, where it comes again! I'll cross it, though it blast me.-Stay, illu
If thou hast any sound, or use of voice,
If there be any good thing to be done,
If thou art privy to thy country's fate,
Or, if thou hast uphoarded in thy life
For which, they say, you spirits oft walk in
Hor. And then it started like a guilty thing Upon a fearful summons. I have heard, The cock, that is the trumpet of the morn, Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat Awake the god of day; and, at his warning, Whether in sea or fire, in earth or air, The extravagant and erring¶ spirit hies To his confine: and of the truth herein This present object made probation.**
Mar. It faded on the crowing of the cock. Some say, that ever 'gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, This bird of dawning singeth all night long: And then they say no spirit dares stir abroad;