ACT V.

And hire those horses: I'll be with thee straight. [Exit BALTHASAR. Well, Juliet, I will lie with thee to-night.

Rom. If I may trust the flattering death of Let's see for means: -O, mischief, thou art swift

And hereabouts he dwells, whom late I noted
In tattered weeds, with overwhelming brows,
Culling of simples: meagre were his looks;
Sharp misery had worn him to the bones:

(Strange dream that gives a dead man leave to And in his needy shop a tortoise hung,

Rom. Art thou so bare and full of wretched- The letter was not nice, but full of charge,

ness,

And fear'st to die? Famine is in thy cheeks,
Need and oppression starveth in thy eyes,
Contempt and beggary hang upon thy back;
The world is not thy friend, nor the world's law:
The world affords no law to make thee rich;
Then be not poor, but break it, and take this.
Apoth. My poverty, but not my will, consents.
Rom. I pay thy poverty, and not thy will.
Apoth. Put this in any liquid thing you will,
And drink it off; and, if you had the strength.
Of twenty men, it would despatch you straight.

Rom. There is thy gold: worse poison to men's
souls;

Doing more murders in this loathsome world
Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not
sell:

I sell thee poison; thou hast sold me none.
Farewell; buy food, and get thyself in flesh.-
Come, cordial, and not poison: go with me
To Juliet's grave, for there must I use thee.

[Exeunt.

SCENE II.- FRIAR LAURENCE'S Cell.

Enter FRIAR JOHN.

John. Holy Franciscan friar! brother, ho!

Enter FRIAR LAURENCE.

Of dear import; and the neglecting it
May do much danger. Friar John, go hence;
Get me an iron crow, and bring it straight
Unto my cell.

John. Brother, I'll go and bring it thee.

[Exit.

Lau. Now must I to the monument alone:
Within this three hours will fair Juliet wake.
She will beshrew me much that Romeo
Hath had no notice of these accidents:
But I will write again to Mantua,

And keep her at my sell till Romeo come:
Poor living corse, closed in a dead man's tomb!
[Exit.

SCENE III.A Churchyard: in it, a Monument belonging to the CAPULETS.

Enter PARIS, and his Page, bearing flowers and a torch.

Par. Give me thy torch, boy. Hence, and
stand aloof:

Yet put it out, for I would not be seen.
Under yon yew-trees lay thee all along,
Holding thine ear close to the hollow ground:
So shall no foot upon the churchyard tread
(Being loose, unfirm, with digging up of grave),
But thou shalt hear it whistle then to me,
As signal that thou hear'st something approach.

Lau. This same should be the voice of Friar Give me those flowers. Do as I bid thee; go.

Page. I am almost afraid to stay alone
Here in the churchyard; yet I will adventure.

[Retires.

Par. Sweet flower, with flowers thy bridal bed
I strew.

O woe! thy canopy is dust and stones,
Which with sweet water nightly I will dew;

Or, wanting that, with tears distilled by moans:
The obsequies that I for thee will keep,
Nightly shall be, to strew thy grave and weep.
[The Boy whistles.
The boy gives warning something doth approach.
What cursed foot wanders this way to-night,
To cross my obsequies and true love's rites?
What, with a torch!-muffle me, night, a while.

[Retires.

Enter ROMEO and BALTHASAR, with a torch, Heap not another sin upon my head,

Rom. Give me that mattock and the wrenching- For I come hither armed against myself.

I dreamt my master and another fought,
And that my master slew him.
Fri.
Romeo!

[Advances.

For fear of that, I will stay with thee,
And never from this palace of dim night
Depart again: here, here will I remain
With worms that are thy chambermaids. O, here Alack, alack, what blood is this which stains
Will I set up my everlasting rest,
The stony entrance of this sepulchre?
And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars
What mean these masterless and gory swords
From this world-wearied flesh. — Eyes, look your To lie discolored by this place of peace?

last!

[Enters the Monument. Romeo! O, pale! - Who else? what, Paris, too;

And steeped in blood!-Ah, what an unkind
hour

Is guilty of this lamentable chance! —
The lady stirs.

[JULIET wakes and stirs. Jul. O, 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:
A greater power than we can contradict
Hath thwarted our intents; come, come away:
Thy husband in thy bosom there lies dead;

Have my old feet stumbled at graves!- Who's And Paris too: come, I'll dispose of thee

there?

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
To grubs and eyeless skulls? As I discern,

It burneth in the Capels' monument.

Among a sisterhood of holy nuns.

Stay not to question, for the watch is coming:
Come, go, good Juliet. [Noise again.]—I dare
stay no longer.
[Exit.

Jul. Go, get thee hence, for I will not away.
What's here? a cup, closed in my true love's hand?
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:

Bal. It doth so, holy sir; and there's my master, Haply some poison yet doth hang on them, One that you love.

To make me die with a restorative.

Thy lips are warm!

[Kisses him.

1st 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.

1st Watch. The ground is bloody: search about

the churchyard.

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 with out circumstance descry.

Enter some of the Watch, with BALTHASAR.
2nd Watch. Here's Romeo's man; we found
him in the churchyard.

1st Watch. Hold him in safety till the Prince come hither.

Enter another Watchman, with FRIAR LAURENCE.
3rd 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 churchyard side.
1st 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?

Lady C. The people in the street cry "Romeo;

Cap. O, heavens!-O wife! look how our
daughter bleeds!

This dagger hath mista'en, for lo! his house
Is empty on the back of Montague,
And is mis-sheathéd in my daughter's bosom.
Lady C. O me! this sight of death is as a bell
That warns my old age to a sepulchre.

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 exíle hath stopped 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,
And know their spring, their head, their true de-

in this.

Fri. I will be brief; for my short date of breath

Some "Juliet;" and some "Paris:" and all run, Is not so long as is a tedious tale: —
With open outery, toward our monument.

Romeo, there dead, was husband to that Juliet,

Prince. What fear is this which startles in our And she, there dead, that Romeo's faithful wife: I married them; and their stolen marriage-day ears?

1st Watch. Sovereign, here lies the County Was Tybalt's doomsday, whose untimely death

Paris slain;

And Romeo dead; and Juliet, dead before,

Warm and new killed.

Banished the new-made bridegroom from this city;
For whom, and not for Tybalt, Juliet pined;
You, to remove that siege of grief from her,

Prince. Search, seek, and know how this foul Betrothed and would have married her perforce To County Paris. Then comes she to me;

murder comes.

1st Watch. Here is a friar, and slaughtered And with wild looks, bid me devise some means

Romeo's man;

With instruments upon them, fit to open

These dead men's tombs.

To rid her from this second marriage,
Or in my cell there would she kill herself.
Then gave I her, so tutored by my art,