As violently as hasty powder fired Is death to any he that utters them. Rom. Art thou so bare and full of wretchedness, And fear'st to die? famine is in thy cheeks, Need and oppression starveth in thine eyes, 70 Contempt and beggary hangs upon thy back; The world is not thy friend nor the world's law; The world affords no law to make thee rich; Then be not poor, but break it, and take this. Ap. My poverty, but not my will, consents. Rom I pay thy poverty, and not thy will. Ap. Put this in any liquid thing you will, And drink it off; and, if you had the strength Of twenty men, it would despatch you straight. Rom. There is thy gold, worse poison to men's souls, 80 Doing more murders in this loathsome world, Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell. I sell thee poison; thou hast sold me none. SCENE II. Friar Laurence's cell. Enter FRIAR JOHN. Fri. J. Holy Franciscan friar! brother, ho! Enter FRIAR Laurence. Fri. L. This same should be the voice of Friar John. says Romeo? Welcome from Mantua: what 10 Fri. L. Unhappy fortune! by my brotherhood, The letter was not nice but full of charge Fri. . Brother, I'll go and bring it thee. [Exit. Fri. L. Now must I to the monument alone: Within this three hours will fair Juliet wake: She will beshrev. me much that Romeo Hath had no notice of these accidents; But I will write again to Mantua, And keep her at my cell till Romeo come: Poor living corse, closed in a dead man's tomb! Erit. SCENE III A churchyard; in it a tomb belonging to the Capulets. Enter PARIS, and his Page bearing flowers and a torch. Par. Give me thy torch, boy; hence, and stand aloof: Under yond yew-trees lay thee all along, 10 Here in the churchyard; yet I will adventure. [Retires. Par. Sweet flower, with flowers thy bridal bed I strew, O woe! thy canopy is dust and stones:Which with sweet water nightly I will dew, Or, wanting that, with tears distill'd by moans: The obsequies that I for thee will keep Nightly shall be to strew thy grave and weep. The Page whistles. The boy gives warning something doth approach. What cursed foot wanders this way to-night, To cross my obsequies and true love's rite? 20 What, with a torch! muffle me, night, awhile. [Retires. Enter ROMEO and Balthasar, with a torch, mattock, &c. Rom. Give me that mattock and the wrenching iron. 29 Hold, take this letter; early in the morning tague, And, in despite, I'll cram thee with more food! Rom. I must indeed; and therefore came I hither. Good gentle youth, tempt not a desperate man; Rom. Wilt thou provoke me? then have at 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. 80 Mercutio's kinsman, noble County Paris! 100 Arms, take your last embrace! and, lips, O you Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die. 120 [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 Bal. It doth so, holy sir; and there's my Fri. L. How long hath he been there? Fri. L. Go 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. L. 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, 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 145 The stony entrance of this sepulchre ? What mean these masterless and gory swords To lie discolor'd by this place of peace! Enters the tomb. Romeo! O, pale! Who else? what, Paris too? And steep'd in blood? Ah, what an unkind hour Is guilty of this lamentable chance! The lady stirs. [Fuliet 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? 150 [Noise within. Fri. L. I hear some noise. Lady, come from that nest Of death, contagion, and unnatural sleep: Thy husband in thy bosom there lies dead; Stay not to question, for the watch is coming; Come, go, good Juliet [Noise again), I dare no longer stay. 159 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? Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end: First Watch. Within] Lead, boy: which way? Jul. Yea, noise? then I'll be brief. O happy dagger! [Snatching Romeo's dagger. This is thy sheath [Stabs herself. there rust, and let me die. 170 (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. First Watch. The ground is bloody; search about the churchyard: Go, some of you, whoe'er you find attach. Sec. Watch. Here's Romeo's man; we found him in the churchyard. First Watch. Hold him in safety, till the prince come hither. Re-enter others of the Watch, with Friar LAURENCE. Third Watch. Here's a friar, that trembles, sighs, and weeps: We took this mattock and this spade from him, As he was coming from this churchyard side. First 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. Cap. What should it be, that they so shriek abroad? 190 La. Cap. The people in the street cry Romeo, Some Juliet, and some Paris: and all run, With open outcry, toward our monument. Prince. What fear is this which startles in our ears? First Watch. Sovereign, here lies the County And Romeo dead; and Juliet, dead before, Prince. Search, seek, and know how this foul murder comes. First Watch. Here is a friar, and slaughter'd With instruments upon them, fit to open 200 Cap. O heavens! O wife, look how our daughter bleeds! This dagger hath mista'en,-for, lo, his house That warns my old age to a sepulchre. Enter MONTAGUE and others. Prince. Come, Montague, for thou art early up, To see thy son and heir more early down. 209 Mon. Alas, my liege, my wife is dead to-night; Grief of my son's exile hath stopp'd her breath: What further woe conspires against mine age? Prince. Look, and thou shalt see. Mon. O thou untaught! what manners is in this, To press before thy father to a grave? Prince. Seal up the mouth of outrage for a while, Till we can clear these ambiguities, And know their spring, their head, their true descent: 219 And then will I be general of your woes, Fri. L. I am the greatest, able to do least, Yet most suspected, as the time and place Doth make against me, of this direful murder; And here I stand, both to impeach and purge Myself condemned and myself excused. Prince. Then say at once what thou dost know in this. Fri. L. I will be brief, for my short date of breath Is not so long as is a tedious tale. 230 Romeo, there dead, was husband to that Juliet, For whom, and not for Tybalt, Juliet pined. Meaning to keep her closely at my cell, Prince. We still have known thee for a holy man. 270 Where's Romeo's man? what can he say in this? Bal. I brought my master news of Juliet's death: And then in post he came from Mantua If I departed not and left him there. Prince. Give me the letter; I will look on it. Where is the county's page, that raised the watch? Sirrah, what made your master in this place? 280 Page. He came with flowers to strew his lady's grave; And bid me stand aloof, and so I did: Anon comes one with light to ope the tomb; Their course of love, the tidings of her death: See, what a scourge is laid upon your hate, That heaven finds means to kill your joys with love. And I for winking at your discords too Cap. As rich shall Romeo's by his lady's lie; Poor sacrifices of our enmity! Prince. A glooming peace this morning wil it brings: The sun, for sorrow, will not show his head: Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things: Some shall be pardon'd, and some punished: For never was a story of more woc Than this of Juliet and her Romeo. [Exeunt. 310 Ay, that's well known: But what particular rarity? what strange, Which manifold record not matches? See, Magic of bounty! all these spirits thy power Hath conjured to attend. I know the merchant. Pain. Iknow them both; th' other's a jeweller. Mer. O, 'tis a worthy lord. Few. Nay, that's most fix'd. Mer. A most incomparable man, breathed, as it were, To an untirable and continuate goodness: He passes. Few. I have a jewel here— ΙΟ Mer. O, pray, let's see't: for the lord Timon, sir? Jew. If he will touch the estimate: but, for that Poet. [Reciting to himself "When we for recompense have praised the vile, It stains the glory in that happy verse Which aptly sings the good." Mer. 'Tis a good form. [Looking at the jewel. Jew. And rich: here is a water, look ye. Pain. You are rapt, sir, in some work, some dedication To the great lord. Pain. A picture, sir. When comes your book forth? Poet. Upon the heels of my presentment, sir. Let's see your piece. Pain. 'Tis a good piece. Poet. So 'tis: this comes off well and excellent. Pain. Indifferent. Poet. Admirable: how this grace 30 Speaks his own standing! what a mental power This eye shoots forth! how big imagination Moves in this lip! to the dumbness of the gesture One might interpret. Pain. It is a pretty mocking of the life. I will say of it, It tutors nature: artificial strife Enter certain Senators, and pass over. Port. You see this confluence, this great flood of visitors. I have, in this rough work, shaped out a man, 50 Pain. How shall I understand you? Poet. I will unbolt to you. You see how all conditions, how all minds, As well of glib and slippery creatures as Of grave and austere quality, tender down Their services to Lord Timon: his large fortune Upon his good and gracious nature hanging Subdues and properties to his love and tendance All sorts of hearts; yea, from the glass-faced flatterer To Apemantus, that few things loves better Than to abhor himself: even he drops down 60 |