Lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts Enter BALTHASAR. 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!- Bal. Pardon me, sir, I will not leave you thus : Rom. Tush, thou art deceiv'd; Leave me, and do the thing I bid thee do. Rom. No matter: get thee gone, And hire those horses; I'll be with thee straight. [Exit BALTHASAR Well, Juliet, I will be with thee to-night. Let's see for means :-O, mischief! thou art swift I do remember an apothecary,— And hereabouts he dwells,-whom late I noted A beggarly account of empty boxes, Green earthen pots, bladders, and musty seeds, Remnants of packthread, and old cakes of roses, Here lives a caitiff wretch would se' it him. O, this same thought did but fore-run my need Ap. Enter Apothecary. Who calls so loud? Rom. Come hither, man.-I see, that thou art Door: A dram of poison; such soon-speeding gear Ap. Such mortal drugs I have; but Mantua's law 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 souls, Doing more murders in this loathsome world, Than these poor compounds that thou may'st not sell: 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. Friar Laurence learns that the messenger to Romeo has failed. He goes to the church yard to remove Juliet from the Tomb. SCENE III-A Church-Yard; 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; Page. I am almost afraid to stand alone Here in the church-yard; yet I will adventure. Par. Sweet flower, with flowers thy bridal bed I strew. Accept this latest favor at my hands; The boy gives warning, something doth approach. [Retires [The Boy whistles. [Retires To cross my obsequies, and true love's rites? What, with a torch!-muffle me, night, a while. Rom. Give me that mattock, and the wrenching iron Enter ROMEO, and BALTHASAR, with a torch, mattock, &c. Hold, take this letter; early in the morning See thou deliver it to my lord and father. Give me the light: Upon thy life I charge thee, But, chiefly, to take thence from her dead finger In dear employment: therefore hence, be gone:— In what I further shall intend to do, By heaven, I will tear thee joint by joint, And strew this hungry church-yard with thy limbs: More fierce, and more inexorable far, Than empty tigers, or the roaring sea. Bal. I will be gone, sir, and not trouble you. Rom. So shalt thou show me friendship.—Take thou that Live, and be prosperous; and farewell, good fellow. Bal. For all this same, I'll hide me hereabout; His looks I fear, and his intents I doubt. Rom. Thou detestable maw, Gorg'd with the dearest morsel of the earth, [Retires [Advances [Breaking open the door of the monument And, in despite, I'll cram thee with more food! Par. Stop thy unhallow'd toil, vile Montague; Can vengeance be pursu'd further than death? Condemned villain, I do apprehend thee; Obey, and go with me, for thou must die. Rom. I must, indeed; and therefore came I hither.— Fly hence and leave me ;-think upon these gone; Heap not another sin upon my head, And do attach thee as a felon here. Rom. Wilt thou provoke me? then have at tnee, boy. Par. O, I am slain !-[Falls.]—If thou be merciful, Open the tomb, lay me with Juliet. Rom. In faith, I will:-Let me peruse this face ;- One writ with me in sour misfortune's book! Come, bitter conduct, come, unsavory guide! Here's to my love!-[Drinks.]-O, true apothecary! Thy drugs are quick.—Thus with a kiss I die. [They fight. [Dies. [Dies. 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 to-night Have my old feet stumbled at graves ?-Who's there? Who is it that consorts, so late, the dead? Bal. Here's one, a friend, and one that knows you well. What torch is yond, that vainly lends his light To grubs and eyeless skulls; as I discern, It burneth in the Capel's monument. 'Bal. It doth so, holy sir; and there's my master, One that you love. Fri. Gc. with me to the vault. Bal. I dare not, sir: My master knows not, but I am gone hence; And fearfully did menace me with death, If I did stay to look on his intents. Fri. Stay then, I'll go alone :-Fear comes upon me; Bal. As I did sleep under this yew-tree here, my master slew him. Romeo! {Advances [Enters the monument. Alack, alack, what blood is this, which stains The lady stirs. [JULIET wakes and stirs. Jul. O, comfortable friar! where is my ord? I do remember well where I should be, And there I am: Where is my Romeo? 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; [Noise within. And Paris too; come, I'll dispose of thee. 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. Jul. Go, get thee hence, for I will not away: What's here? a cup, clos'd in my true love's hand? O churl! drink all; and leave no friendly drop, Thy lips are warm! ^ [Exit. [Kisses him 1st Watch. [Within.] Lead, boy :-Which way? [Snatching ROMEO's dagger. This is thy sheath; [Stabs herself.] there rust, and let me die. [Falls on ROMEO's body, and dies. |