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- My heart is full of rice : O, play me some merry Why, silver sound? why, musick wrth ker silver dump, to comfort me.
1 Mus. Marry, sir, because silver hath a sweet Mus. No.
sound. Pet. I will then give it you soundly..
Pet. Pretty! What say you, Hugh Rebeck ? 1 Mus. What will you give us ?
2 Mus. I say
silver sound, because musicians Pet. No money, on my faith ; but the gleek : I sound for silver. will give you the minstrel.
Pet. Pretty too! What say you, James Sound: 1 Mrs. Then will I give you the serving-creature. post ?
Pet. Then will I lay the serving-creature's dagger 3 Mus. 'Faith, I know not what to say. on your pate. I will carry no crochets : I'll re you, Pet. O, I cry you mercy! you are the singer : I I'll fa you ; Do you note ine ?
will say for you. It is - musick with her silver i Mus An you re us, and fa us, you note us. sound, because such fellows as you have seldora
2 Mus. Pray you, put up your dagger, and put gold for sounding : out your wit. Pet. Then have at you with my wit; I will dry
Then musick with her silver sound, beat you with an iron wit, and put up my iron dag
With speedy help doth lend redress. ger:- Answer me like men :
1 Mus. What a pestilent knave is this same? When griping grief the heart doth wound,
2 Mus. Hang him, Jack! Come, we'll in here ; And doleful dumps the mind oppress, Then musick, with her silver sound i
tarry for the mourners, and stay dinner, (Exeunt
SCENE I. - Mantua. A Street.
Bal. No, my good lord.'
No matter : ger thee gone,
And hire those horses; I'll be with thee straight
(Exit BALTHASAE. Rom. If I may trust the flattering eye of sleep,
Well, Juliet, I will lie with thee to-night. My dreams presage some joyful news at hand :
Let's see for means : 0, mischief ! thou art My bosom's lord sits lightly in his throne;
swift And, all this day, an unaccustom'd spirit
To enter in the thoughts of desperate men ! Lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts.
I do remember an apothecary, I dreamt, my lady came and found me dead;
And hereabouts he dwells, — whom late I noted (Strange dream! that gives a dead man leave to
In tatter'd weeds, with overwhelming brows,
Culling of simples ; meager were his looks,
Sharp misery had worn him to the bones :
And in his needy shop a tortoise hung, Ah me! how sweet is love itself possessid,
An alligator stuff'd, and other skins
Of ill-shap'd fishes; and about his shelves
A beggarly account of empty boxes,
Green earthen pots, bladders, and musty seeds, News from Verona!-- How now, Balthasar? Remnants of packthread, and old cakes of roses, Dost thou not bring me letters from the friar ? Were thinly scatter'd, to make up a show. How doth my lady? Is my father well ?
Noting this penury, to myself I said — How fares my Juliet? That I ask again;
An if a man did need a poison now,,
Whose sale is present death in Mantua,
O, this same thought did but fore-run my need ; And her immortal part with angels lives;
And this same needy man must sell it me. I saw trer laid low in her kindred's vault,
As I remember, this should be the house : And presently took post to tell it you :
Being holiday, the beggar's shop is shut.
What, ho! apothecary !
Who calls so loud ? paper,
Rom. Come hither, man. - I see, that thou art And hire post-horses; I will hence to-night.
poor ; Bal. Pardon me, sir, I will not leave you Hold, there is forty ducats : let me have thus :
A dram of poison ; such soon-speeding geer Your looks are pale and wild, and do import As will disperse itself through all the veins, Some misadventure.
That the life-weary taker may fall dead ; Rom.
Tush, thou art deceiv'd; And that the trunk may be discharg'd of breath eave me, and do the thing I bid thee do:
As violently, as hasty powder fir’d last thou no letters to me from the friar?
Doth hurry from the fatal cannon's wombe
Ap. Such mortal drugs I have ; but Mantua's law | Holding thinc ear close to the hollow ground; Is death, to any he that utters them.
So shall no foot upon the church-yard tread, Rom. Art thou so bare, and full of wretchedness, (Being loose, unfirm, with digging up of graves) And fear'st to die? famine is in thy cheeks, But thou shalt hear it: whistle then to me, Need and oppression starveth in thy eyes,
As signal that thou hear'st something approach, Upon thy back hangs ragged misery,
Give me those flowers. Do as I bid thee, go. The world is not thy friend, nor the world's law; Page. I am almost afraid to stand alone The world affords no law to make thee rich; Here in the church-yard; yet I will adventure. Then be not poor, but break it, and take this.
[Retores Ap. My poverty, but not my will, consents. Par. Sweet flower, with flowers I strew thy brie Rom. I pay thy poverty, and not thy will.
dal bed : Ap. Put this in any liquid thing you will, Sweet tomb, that in thy circuit dost contain And drink it off; and, if you had the strength The perfect model of eternity; Of twenty men, it would despatch you straight. Fair Juliet, that with angels dost remain, Rom. There is thy gold; worse poison to men's Accept this latest favour at my hands; souls,
That living honour'd thee, and, being dead, Doing more murders in this loathsome world, With funeral praises do adorn thy tomb ! Than these poor compounds that thou may'st not
(The Boy skirtless
The boy gives warning, something doth approach. I sell thee poison, thou hast sold me none.
What cursed foot wanders this way to-night, Farewell : buy food, and get thyself in flesh. To cross my obsequies, and true love's rites ? Come, cordial, and not poison ; go with me What, with a torch! - muffle me, night, a while To Juliet's grave, for there must I use thee. Exeunt.
[Retinka SCENE II. Friar Laurence's Cell.
Enter Romeo and BALTRASAR with a torok
maltock, doc. Enter Friar John.
Rom. Give me that mattock, and the wrenchieg John. . Holy Franciscan friar! brother, ho!
iron. Enter Friar LAURENCE.
Hold, take this letter ; early in the morning
See thou deliver it to my lord and father. Lau. This same should be the voice of friar John. Give me the light : Upon thy life I charge thee, Welcome from Mantua : What says Romeo ? Whate'er thou hear'st or seest, stand all aloof, Or, if his mind be writ, give me his letter.
And do not interrupt me in my course. John. Going to find a bare-foot brother out, Why I descend into this bed of death, One of our order, to associate me,
Is, partly, to behold my lady's face : Here in this city visiting the sick,
But, chiefly, to take thence from her dead finger And finding him, the searchers of the town, A precious ring; a ring, that I must use Suspecting, that we both were in a house
In dear employment : therefore hence, be gone: Where the infectious pestilence did reign,
But if thou, jealous, dost return to pry Seal'd up the doors, and would not let us forth ;) In what I further shall intend to do, So that my speed to Mantua there was stay'd. By heaven, I will tear thee joint by joint, Lou. Who bare my letter then to Romeo ? And strew this hungry church-yard with thy limba:
John. I could not send it, - here it is again, The time and my intents are savage-wild; Nor get a messenger to bring it thee,
More fierce, and more inexorable far, So fearful were they of infection.
Than empty tigers, or the roaring sea. Lau. Unhappy fortune ! by my brotherhood, Bal. I will be gone, sir, and not trouble you. The letter was not nice, but full of charge,
Rom. So shalt thou show me friendship. – Tata Of dear import; and the neglecting it
thou that: May do much danger : Friar John, go hence ; Live, and be prosperous ; and farewell, good feller. Get me an iron crow, and bring it straight
Bal. For all this same, I'll hide me hereabout; Unto my cell.
His looks I fear, and his intents I doubt. [Reteres John. Brother, I'll go and bring it thee. (Erit. Rom. Thou détestable maw, thou womb af death,
Lau. Now must I to the monument alone; Gorg'd with the dearest morsel of the earth,
[Breaking open the door of the monume. Hath had no notice of these accidents;
And, in despite, I'll cram thee with more food! But I will write again to Mantua,
Par. This is that banish'd haughty Montague, And keep her at my cell till Romeo come; That murder'd my love's cousin ; — with whid Poor living corse, clos'd in a dead man's tomb !
And here is come to do some villainous shame SCENE III.-A Church-Yard ; in it, a Monument To the dead bodies : I will apprehend him. –
belonging to the Capulets. Enter Paris, and his Page, bearing flowers and Stop thy unhallow'd toil, vile Montague a lorch.
Can vengeance be pursu'd further than death?
Condemnd villain, I do appreliend thee : Par. Give me thy torch, boy: Hence, and stand Obey, and go with me; for thou must die.
aloof; Yet put it out, for I would not be seen.
Rom. I must, indeed; and therefore cause I
hither. Under yon yew-trees lay thee all along,
Good gentie youth, tempt not a desperate then,
Fly hence and leave me ; – think upon these gone ;
Enter, at the other end of the church-yard, Friar Let them affright thee. - I beseech thee, yo
LAURENCE, with a lantern, crow, and spade. Heap not another sin upon my head,
Fri. Saint Francis be my speed ! how oft to-night. By urging me to fury: - 0, be gone !
Have my old feet stumbled at graves ? - Who's By heaven, I love thee better than myself ;
there? For I come hither arm'd against myself :
Who is it that consorts, so late, the dead ? Suay not, be gone ; - live, and hereafter say - Bal. Here's one, a friend, and one that knows A madman's mercy bade thee run away. Par. I do defy thy conjurations,
Fri. Bliss be upon you! Tell me, good my And do attach thee as a felon here.
friend, Ron. Wilt thou provoke me ? then have at thee, What torch is yond', that vainly lends his light boy.
[They fight. To grubs and eyeless sculls; as I discern, Page. O lord! they fight: I will go call the It burneth in the Capels' monument. watch.
Bal. It dich so, holy sir ; and there's my master Par. O, I am slain! (Falls.] - If thou be mer One that you love. ciful,
Who is it? Open the tomb, lay me with Juliet. [Dies. Bal.
Romeo. Rom. In faith, I will : - Let me peruse this Fri. How long hath he been there ? face;
Full half an hour. Mercutio's kinsman, noble county Paris :
Fri. Go with me to the vault. What said my man, when my betossed soul
I dare not, sir : Did not attend him as we rode? I think,
My master knows not, but I am gone hence; He told me, Paris should have married Juliet : And fearfully did menace me with death, Said he pot so? or did I dream it so ?
If I did stay to look on his intents. Or am I mad, hearing him talk of Juliet,
Fri. Stay then, I'll go alone : - Fear comes To think it was so? - 0, give me thy hand,
upon me; One writ with me in sour misfortune's book! O, much I fear some ill unlucky thing. I'll bury thee in a triumphant grave,
Bal. As I did sleep under this yew-tree here, A grave? 0, no; a lantern, slaughter'd youth, I dreamt my master and another fought, For here lies Juliet, and her beauty makes
And that my master slew him. This vault a feasting presence full of light.
Romeo! - (Advances Death, lie thou there, by a dead man interr'd. Alack, alack, what blood is this, which stains
(Laying Paris in the monumenh The stony entrance of this sepulchre ? -
[Enters the monument. Call this a lightning? - 0, my love ! my wife ! Romeo ! O, pale! - Who else? what, Paris too ? Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, And steep'd in blood ? — Ah, what an unkind hour Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty :
Is guilty of this lamentable chance ! Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's ensign yet The lady stirs.
(JULIET wakes and stirs. Is crimson in thy lips, and in thy cheeks,
Jul. O, comfortable friar! where is my lord ? And death's pale flag is not advanced there.
I do remember well where I should be, Tybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody sheet ? And there I am :- Where is my Romeo ? 0, what more favour can I do to thee,
[Noise within. Than with that hand that cut thy youth in twain, Fri. I hear some noise. - Lady, come from that To sunder his that was thine enemy?
nest Forgive me, cousin ! Ah, dear Juliet, :
Of death, contagion, and unnatural sleep ; Why art thou yet so fair ? Shall I believe
A greater Power than we can contradict That unsubstantial death is amorous ;
Hath thwarted our intents ; come, come away: And that the lean abhorred monster keeps
Thy husband in thy bosom there lies dead; Thee here in dark to be his paramour ?
And Paris too; come, I'll dispose of thee For fear of that, I will still stay with thee;
Among a sisterhood of holy nuns : And never from this palace of dim night
Stay not to question, for the watch is coming ; Depart again; here, here will I remain
Come, go, good Juliet, — [Noise again.) I dare stay With worms that are thy chamber-maids ; O, here
(Exit. Will I set up my everlasting rest;
Jul. Go, get thec hence, for I will not away. And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars
What's here? a cup, clos'd in my true love's hand ? From this world-wearied flesh. — Eyes, look your Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end : last!
O churl! drink all; and leave no friendly drop, Arms, take your last embrace ! and lips, O you To help me after ? — I will kiss thy lips; The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss Haply, some poison yet doth hang on them, A dateless bargain to engrossing death!
To make me die with a restorative. [Kisses hin. Come, bitter conduct, come, unsavoury guide! Thy lips are warm! Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on
i Watch. [Within.) Lead, boy: – Which way ? The dashing rocks thy sea-sick weary bark !
Jul. Yea, noise ? — then I'll be brief.-- happy Here's to my love! [Drinks.] 0, true apo
dagger! (Snatching Romeo's dagger. thecary!
This is thy sheath.; [Stabs herself.] there rust, and Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die.
let me die. [Dics.
(Falls on Roxeo's body, and dies
and weeps :
Enter Watch, with the Page of PARIS.
Prince. Seal up the mouth of outrage for a
while, Page. This is the place; there, where the torch Till we can clear these ambiguities, doth burn.
And know their spring, their head, their true de 1 Watch. The ground is bloody ; Search about
scent; the church-yard :
And then will í be general of your woes, Go, some of you, who e'er you find, attach. And lead you even to death : Meantime forben
(Exeunt some. And tet mischance be slave to patience. Pitiful sight! here lies the county slain ;
Bring forth the parties of suspicion.
Yet most suspected, as the time and place
Doth make against me, of this direful murder; Raise up the Montagues, - some others search ; And here I stand, both to impeach and purge
[Ereunt other Watchmen. Myself condemned and myself excus'd. We see the ground whereon these woes do lie; Prince. Then say at once what thou dost koer But the true ground of all these piteous woes,
in this. We cannot without circumstance descry.
Fri. I will be brief, for my short date of breeth
Is not so long as is a tedious tale. Enter some of the Watch, with BALTHASAR.
Romeo there dead, was husband to that Juliet, 2 Watch. Here's Romeo's man, we found him in And she, there dead, that Romeo's faithful wife: the church-yard.
I married them; and their stolen marriage day 1 Walch. Hold him in safety, till the prince come Was Tybalt's dooms-day, whose untimely desth hither.
Banish'd the new-made bridegroom from this
city; Enter another Watchman, with Friar LAURENCE.
For whom, and not for Tybalt, Juliet pin'd. 3 Watch. Here is a friar, that trembles, sighs, You to remove that siege of grief from her, -,
Betroth'd, and would have married her perforee, We took this mattock and this spade from him, To county Paris : — Then comes she to me; As he was coming from this church-yard side. And, with wild looks, bid me devise some news 1 Watch. A great suspicion ; Stay the friar too. To rid her from this second marriage, Enter the PRINCE and Attendants.
Or, in my cell there would she kill hersell.
TYbn gave I her, so tutor'd by my art, Prince. What misadventure is so early up, A sleeping potion; which so took effect That calls our person from our morning's rest ? As I intended, for it wrought on her
The forın of death : meantime I writ to Romes, Enter CAPULET, Lady CAPULET, and others.
That he should hither come as this dire night, Cap. What should it be, that they so shriek To help to take her from her borrow'd grave, abroad?
Being the time the potion's force should cease La. Cap. The people in the street cry - Romeo, But he which bore my letter, friar John, Some -Juliet, and some - Paris ; and all run, Was staid by accident; and yesternight With open outcry, toward our monument.
Return'd my letter back : Then all alone, Prince. What fear is this, which startles in our At the prefixed hour of her waking, ears?
Came I to take her from her kindred's vault; 1 Watch. Sovereign, here lies the county Paris Meaning to keep her closely at my cell,
Till I conveniently could send to Romeo : And Romeo dead; and Juliet, dead before, But when I came, (some minute ere the time Warm and new kill'd.
Of her awakening,) here untimely lay Prince. Search, seek, and know how this foul The noble Paris, and true Romeo, dead. murder comes.
She wakes; and I entreated her come forth, 1 Watch. Here is a friar, and slaughter'd Romeo's And bear this work of heaven with patience : man ;
But then a noise did scare me from the tarnb; With instruments upon them, fit to open
And she, too desperate, would not go with me, These dead men's tombs.
But (as it seems,) did violence on herself. Cap. O, heavens ! - 0, wife ! look how our All this I know; and to the marriage daughter bleeds !
Her nurse is privy: And, if aught in this
Be sacrific'd, some hour before his time,
La. Cap. O me! this sight of death is as a bell, Prince. We still have known three for a bit That warns my old age to a sepulchre.
Where's Romeo's man? what can be up in this? Enter MONTAGUE and others.
Bal. I brought my master news of Juliet's deat; Prince. Come, Montague ; for thou art early up, And then in post he came from Mantua. To see thy son and heir more early down.
To this same place, to this same monument. Mon. Alas, my liege, my wife is dead to-night ; This letter he early bid me give his father : Grief of my son's exíle hath stopp'd her breath : And threaten'd me with death, going in the sale What further woe conspires against mine age ? If I departed not, and left him there. Prince. Look, and thou shalt see.
Prince. Give me the letter, I will look on Mon. O thou untaught! what manners is in this, where is the county's page, that rais:d the watch To press before thy father to a grave ?
Sirrah, what made your master in this place
Page. He came with flowers to strew his lady's Cap. O, brother Montague, give me thy hand. grave;
This is my daughter's jointure, for no more And bid me stand aloof, and so I did :
Can I demand. Anon, comes one with light to ope the tomb ;
But I can give thee more : And, by and by, my master drew on him;
For I will raise her statue in pure gold; And then I ran away to call the watch.
That, while Verona by that name is known, Prince. This letter doth make good the friar's There shall no figure at such rate be set, words,
As that of true and faithful Juliet. Their course of love, the tidings of her death : Cap. As rich shall Romeo by his lady lie ; And here he writes - that he did buy a poison Poor sacrifices of our enmity ! Of a poor 'pothecary, and therewithal
Prince. A glooming peace this morning with it Came to this vault to die, and lie with Juliet.
brings ; Where be these enemies ? Capulet! Montague ! - The sun for sorrow will not show his head : See, what a scourge is laid upon your hate, Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things ; That heaven finds means to kill your joys with love ! Some shall be pardon'd, and some punished : And I, for winking at your discords too,
For never was a story of more woe Have lost a brace of kinsmen: - all are punish'd. Than this of Juliet and her Romeo. (Ereunt.