Enter ROMEO and BALTHASAR, with a torch, Rom. Give me that mattock and the wrenching iron. Hold, take this letter; early in the morning But chiefly to take thence from her dead finger In dear employment: therefore hence, be gone : And strew this hungry churchyard with thy limbs : More fierce and more inexorable far Bal. I will be gone, sir, and not trouble you. Live, and be prosperous: and farewell, good fellow. Bal. [Aside] For all this same, I'll hide me hereabout: His looks I fear, and his intents I doubt. [Retires. Rom. Thou detestable maw, thou womb of death, [Opens the tomb. Par. This is that banish'd haughty Montague, 30 That murder'd my love's cousin, with which grief, Stop thy unhallow'd toil, vile Montague! Obey, and go with me; for thou must die. Rom. I must indeed; and therefore came I hither. 50 Good gentle youth, tempt not a desperate man; By urging me to fury: O, be gone! And apprehend thee for a felon here. Rom. Wilt thou provoke me? then have at thee, boy! [They fight. 70 Page. O Lord, they fight! I will go call the watch. [Exit. [Dies. Par. O, I am slain! [Falls.] If thou be merciful, Rom. In faith, I will. Let me peruse this face. He told me Paris should have married Juliet : Or am I mad, hearing him talk of Juliet, One writ with me in sour misfortune's book! A grave? O, no! a lantern, slaughter'd youth, [Laying Paris in the monument. How oft when men are at the point of death With worms that are thy chamber-maids; O, here And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars From this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last! 90 100 ΙΙΟ crossing of nave and transepts at Ely). 86. presence, state-chamber. 2 L Arms, take your last embrace! and, lips, O you cary! Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die. [Dies. Enter, at the other end of the churchyard, FRIAR LAURENCE, with a lantern, crow, and spade. Fri. L. Saint Francis be my speed! how oft to-night Have my old feet stumbled at graves! Who's there ? Bal. Here's one, a friend, and one that knows you well. Fri. L. 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. Bal. It doth so, holy sir; and there's my Fri. L. How long hath he been there? 120 Full half an hour. 130 I dare not, sir: Fri. L. Go with me to the vault. If I did stay to look on his intents. Fri. L. Stay, then; I'll go alone. upon me: O, much I fear some ill unlucky thing. Fear comes Bal. As I did sleep under this yew-tree here, I dreamt my master and another fought, And that my master slew him. Fri. L. Romeo! [Advances. Alack, alack, what blood is this, which stains [Enters the tomb. The lady stirs. [Juliet wakes. 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. L. I hear some noise. Lady, come from that nest Of death, contagion, and unnatural sleep: Hath thwarted our intents: come, come away. Stay not to question, for the watch is coming; Jul. Go, get thee hence, for I will not away. [Exit Fri. L. What's here? a cup, closed in my true love's hand? 148. comfortable, comforting. 140 150 160 |