What mean these masterlefs and goary fwords, Romeo! oh pale! who elfe? what Paris too? The lady ftirs. Jul. [awaking] Oh comfortable Friar, where is my lord? I do remember well, where I should be; And there I am; but where is Romeo? Fri. I hear fome noife! Lady, come from that neft Of death, contagion, and unnatural fleep; A greater Power, than we can contradict, 1 Stay not to question, for the Watch is coming. Come, go, good Juliet; I dare no longer stay. [Exit. Jul. Go, get thee hence, for I will not away. What's here? a cup, clos'd in my true love's hand? Poifon, I fee, hath been his timeless end. Oh churl, drink all, and leave no friendly drop Haply fome poifon yet doth hang on them; Thy lips are warm. Enter Boy and Watch. Watch. Lead, boy, which way? Jul. Yea, noife? Then I'll be brief. O happy dagger! [Finding a dagger. This is thy fheath, there ruft and let me die. [Kills herfelf Boy. This is the place; there, where the torch doth burn. Watch. The ground is bloody. Search about the church-yard; Go, fome of you, whom e'er you find, attach. Enter fome of the Watch, with Balthafar. 2 Watch. Here's Romeo's mán, we found him in the church-yard.' 1 Watch. Hold him in fafety, 'till the Prince comes hither. Enter another Watchman with Friar Lawrence. 3 Watch. Here is a Friar that trembles, fighs and ·weeps: We took this mattock and this fpade from him, As he was coming from this church-yard fide. 1 Watch. A great fufpicion: ftay the Friar too. Prince. W HAT misadventure is fo early up, That calls our perfon from our morning's Reft? Enter Capulet and lady Capulet. Cap. What should it be, that they so strike abroad? La. Cap. The people in the ftreet cry, Romeo ; Some, Juliet; and fome, Paris; and all run With open out-cry tow'rd our Monument. Prince. What fear is this, which ftartles in your ears ? Watch. Watch. Sovereign, here lies the County Paris flain, And Romeo dead, and Juliet (dead before) Warm and new kill'd. Prince. Search, feek, and know, how this foul murder comes. Watch. Here is a Friar, and flaughter'd Romeo's man, With inftruments upon them, fit to open These dead men's tombs. Cap. Oh heav'n! oh, wife! look how our daughter bleeds! This dagger hath mista'en; for, lo! the fheath The point mif-fheathed in my daughter's bofom. Enter Montague. Prince. Come, Montague, for thou art early up, To fee thy fon and heir now early down. Mon. Alas, my liege, my wife is dead to-night; Grief of my fon's exile hath ftopt her breath: What further woe confpires against my age? Prince. Look, and thou fhalt fee. Mon. Oh, thou untaught! what manners is in this, To prefs before thy father to a Grave? Prince. Seal up the mouth of outrage for a while, 'Till we can clear thefe ambiguities, And know their fpring, their head, their true descent. And then will I be General of your woes, And lead you ev'n to Death. Mean time forbear, And let mifchance be flave to patience. Bring forth the parties of fufpicion. Fri. I am the greateft, able to do least, K 6 Prince. Prince. Then say at once what thou doft know in this. Fri. I will be brief, for my short date of breath Romeo, there dead, was husband to that Juliet,; The form of death. Mean time I writ to Romeo, Came I to take her from her kindred's Vault: All All this I know, and to the marriage Prince. We ftill have known thee for an holy man. Where's Romeo's man? what can he say to this? Balth. I brought my mafter news of Juliet's death, And then in poft he came from Mantua To this fame place, to this fame Monument. Prince. Give me the letter, I will look on it. And bid me ftand aloof, and fo I did: Anon comes one with light to ope the tomb, Prince. This letter doth make good the Friar's words, Mon. But I can give thee more, That, |