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Stop thy unhallowed toil, vile Montague;
Rom. I must, indeed ; and therefore came I hither.-
Par. I do defy thy conjurations, And do attach thee as a felon here. Rom. Wilt thou provoke me? Then have at thee, boy.
[They fight. Page. O Lord! they fight. I will go call the watch.
[Exit Page Par. O, I am slain! [ Falls.]—If thou be merciful, Open the tomb, lay me with Juliet.
[Dies. Rom. In faith, I will.—Let me peruse this face ; Mercutio's kinsman, noble county Paris. What said my man, when my betossed soul Did not attend him as we rode? I think He told me Paris should have married Juliet. Said he not so? or did I dream it so? Or am I mad, hearing him talk of Juliet, To think it was so ?-0, give me thy hand, One writ with me in sour misfortune's book! I'll bury thee in a triumphant grave; A grave? O, no; a lantern, slaughtered youth ;
1 I refuse to do as thou conjurest me to do, i. e. depart. So Constance, in King John, says :
“No, I defy all counsel, all redress.” 2 A lantern may here signify what in ancient records is styled lanternium, i. e. a spacious round or octagonal turret, full of windows, by means of which cathedrals and sometimes halls are illuminated.
A presence is a public room, which is, at times, the presence-chamber of a sovereign.
For here lies Juliet, and her beauty makes
[Laying Paris in the monument.
1 The first quarto reads, “ But how," &c. This idea very frequently occurs in our old dramas. 2 See note !, p. 225.
3 Conduct for conductor.
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. 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.
Bal. It doth so, holy sir; and there's my master, One that
Who is it? Bal.
Romeo. Fri. How long hath he been there? Bal.
Full half an hour.
I dare not, sir.
Fri. Stay, then, I'll go alone.--Fear comes upon me; O, much I fear some ill, unlucky thing.
Bal. As I did sleep under this yew-tree here,
Romeo ? [Advances.
[Enters the monument. Romeo! O, pale !—Who else? what, Paris too ?
1 This accident was reckoned ominous.
2 This was one of the touches of nature that would have escaped the hand of any painter less attentive to it than Shakspeare. What happens to a person while he is under the manifest influence of fear, will seem to him, when he is recovered from it, like a dream.
And steeped in blood! Ah, what an unkind hour
[Juliet wakes, and stirs. Jul. O comfortable friar! where is
[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; Haply, some poison yet doth hang on them, To make me die with a restorative. [Kisses him. Thy lips are warm!
1 Watch. [Within.] Lead, boy.—Which Jul. Yea, noise ?—then I'll be brief.-0 happy
dagger! [Snatching Romeo's dagger. This is thy sheath. [Stabs herself.] There rust, and let
[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. 1 Watch. The ground is bloody; search about the
1 Thus the quarto of 1599. That of 1597 reads :
“ Ay, noise ? then must I be resolute,
Go, some of you, whoe'er you 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 without circumstance descry.
Enter some of the Watch, with BALTHAZAR. 2 Watch. Here's Romeo's man; we found him in
the church-yard. 1 Watch. Hold him in safety, till the prince come
Enter another Watchman, with Friar LAURENCE. 3 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 church-yard side.
1 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.
La. Cap. The people in the street cry-Romeo,
Prince. What fear is this, which startles in our ears? 1 Watch. Sovereign, here lies the county Paris slain ;