Ap. Put this in any liquid thing you will,
And drink it off, and if you had the strength
Of twenty men it would dispatch you straight.

Rom. There is thy gold, worse poison to men sous,
Doing more murder in this loathsome world,

Than these poor compounds that thou may'st not sell ;
I sell thee poison, thou hast sold me none.
Farewel, buy food, and get thee into flesh.
Come cordial, and not poison, go with me
To Juliet's grave, for there I must use thee.

SCENE. III.

The Monastery at VERONA.

Enter Friar JOHN to Friar LAWRENCE.

Jobn.

H

OLY Franciscan Friar! brother! ho!

Exeunt.

Law. This same should be the voice of
Friar John.

Welcome from Mantua: what says Romeo?
Or if his mind be writ, give me his letter.
John. Going to find a barefoot brother out,
One of our order to associate me,

Here in this city visiting the sick;
And finding him, the searchers of the town,
(Suspecting that we both were in a house
Where the infectious pestilence did reign)
Seal'd up
the doors, and would not let us forth,
So that my speed to Mantua there was staid.
Law. Who bore my letter then to Romeo?
John. I could not send it; here it is again,
Nor get a messenger to bring it thee,
So fearful were they of infection.

Law. Unhappy fortune! by my brotherhood,
The letter was not nice, but full of charge,
Of dear import, and the neglecting it

May do much danger. Friar John, go hence,
Get me an iron crow, and bring it straight
Unto my cell.

Jobn. Brother I'll go and bring it thee.
Law. Now must I to the monument alone;
Within these three hours will fair Juliet wake;

[Exit..

She

She will beshrew 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 coarse clos'd in a dead man's tomb! [Exit.

SCENE. IV..

A Church-yard; In it, a Monument belonging to the CA

Par.

PULETS.

Enter PARIS and bis Page with a light.

G

IVE me thy torch, boy! hence, and stand aloof.
Yet put it out, for I would not be seen;

Under yon 'yew-tree lay thee all along,

Placing thy ear close to the hollow ground,
So shall no foot upon the church-yard tread,
(Being loose, unfirm, with digging up of graves)
But thou shalt hear it; whistle then to me,
As signal that thou heard'st something approach.
Give me those flow'rs. Do as I bid thee; go.
Page. I am almost afraid to stand alone,

[Exit.

Here in the church-yard, yet I will adventure. Par, Sweet flow'rs! with flow'rs thy bridal bed I strow ; [Strewing flowers.

Fair Juliet that with angels doth remain,

Accept this latest favour at my hand,

That living honour'd thee, and, being dead,

With fun'ral obsequies adorn thy tomb. [The boy 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?

What, with a torch? muffle me, night a while.

[Paris retires.

SCENE. V.

Rom.

Enter ROMEO and BALTHASAR with a light.

G

IVE me the wrenching iron.

Hold, take this letter, early in the morning

See thou deliver to my lord and father.

Put

Put out the torch, and on thy life I charge thee,
Whate'er thou hear'st or seest, stand all aloof,
And do not interrupt me in my course.
Why I descend into this bed of death,
Is partly to behold my lady's face;

But chiefly to take thence from her dead finger,
A precious ring, a ring that I must use

In dear employment! therefore hence, be gone;
But if thou, jealous, dost return to pry

In what I further shall intend to do,

By heav'n, I will tear thee joint by joint,

And strew this hungry church-yard with thy limbs;
The time and my intents are savage, wild,
More fierce and more inexorable far

Than empty tigers, or the roaring sea.

Bal. I will be gone, Sir, and not trouble you. Rom. So shalt thou win my favour. Take thou that, Live and be prosp'rous, and farewell, good fellow. Bal. For all this same, I'll hide me near this place: His looks I fear, and his intents I doubt,

[Exit. Rom. Thou detestable maw, thou womb of death, Gorg'd with the dearest morsel of the earth; Thus I inforce thy rotten jaws to open.

[Breaking open the monument.

And in despite I'll cram thee with more food.

Par. (Shewing himself.) Stop thy unhallow'd toil, vile

Montague:

Can vengeance be pursu'd further than death?

Condemn'd villain, I do apprehend thee;

Obey and go with me, for thou must die.

Rom. I must indeed, and therefore came I thither

Good, gentle youth, tempt not a desp'rate män;

Fly hence and leave me;

By heav'n I love thee better than myself;

For I came hither arm'd against myself.

Par. I do defy thy pity and thy counsel,

And apprehend thee for a felon here.

Rom. Wilt thou provoke me? then have at thee boy.*

[They fight Paris falls. Page. Oh lord, they fight! I will go call the watch. Par. Oh, I am slain; if thou be merciful,

Open the tomb, lay me with Juliet.

Rom. In faith, I will; let me peruse this face

Mercutio's

Mercutio's kinsman! noble County Paris!
Give me thy hand-

One writ with me in sour misfortune's book;
I'll bury thee in a triumphant grave,

For here lies Juliet-Oh my love, my wife!
Death that hath suckt the honey of my breath,
Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty;
Thou art not conquer'd, beauty's ensign yet
Is crimson in thy lips, and in thy cheeks,
And death's pale flag is not advanced there.
Oh Juliet, why art thou yet so fair-here, here
Will I set up my everlasting rest;

And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars
From this world-weary flesh;

Come bitter conduct, come unsav'ry guide,
Thou desp❜rate pilot, now at once run on
The dashing rocks my sea-sick weary bark;
No more-here's to my love!-eyes look your last;
[Drinking the poison.

Arms take your last embrace; and lips do you
The doors of breath seal with a righteous kiss ;-
Soft-she breathes, and stirs!

Jul. Where am I? defend me!

[Juliet wakes.

Rom. She speaks, she lives! and we shall still be bless'd!

My kind propitious stars o'erpay me now

For all my sorrows past-rise, rise, my Juliet,

And from this caye of death, this house of horror,
Quick let me snatch thee to thy Romeo's arms,
There breathe a vital spirit in thy lips,
And call thee back to life and love.

[Takes ber band.

Jul. Bless me! how cold it is! who's there
Rom. Thy husband,

'Tis thy Romeo, Juliet; rais'd from despair
To joy's unutt'rable! quit, quit this place,

And let us fly together

[Brings ber from the tomb.

Jul. Why do you force me so? I'll ne'er consent

My strength may fail me, but my will's unmov'd,

I'll not wed Paris-Romeo is my husband

Rom. Her senses are unsettled-Heav'n restore 'em? Romeo is my husband; I am that Romeo,

Nor all the opposing pow'rs of earth or man,

Shall break our bonds or tear thee from my heart.

Jul. I know! that voice-Its magic sweetness wakes

My

My tranced soul-I now remember well
Each circumstance-Oh my lord, my husband-

[Going to embrace him.

Dost thou avoid me, Romeo? let me touch

Thy hand, and taste the cordial of thy lips————
You fright me-speak-O let me hear some voice
Besides my own in this drear vault of death,
Or I shall faint-support me—

Rom. Oh I cannot,

I have no strength but want thy feeble aid;
Cruel poison !

Jul. Poison! what means my lord? thy trembling
Voice!

Pale lips! and swimming eyes! death's in thy face!
Rom It is indeed-I struggle with him now
The transports that I felt to hear thee speak,
And see thy op'ning eyes, stopt for a moment
His impetuous course, and all my mind

Was happiness and thee; but now the poison
Rushes thro' my veins-I've not time to tell-
Fate brought me to this place-to take a last,
Last farewell of my love, and with thee die.
Jul. Die! was the Friar false?

Rom. I know not that

I thought thee dead; distracted at the sight,
(Fatal speed) drank poison, kiss'd thy cold lips,
And found within thy arms a precious grave-
But in that moment-oh-

Jul. And did I wake for this!

Rom. My powers are blasted,

'Twixt death and life I'm torn-I'm distracted!
But death's strongest-and must I leave thee Juliet !
Oh cruel cursed fate! in sight of heav'n-

Jul. Thou rav'st-lean on my breast

Rom. Father's have flinty hearts, no tears can melt 'em, Nature pleads in vain-Children must be wretchedJul. Oh my breaking heart

Rom. She is my wife-our hearts ars twin'd togetherCapulet forbear-Paris loose your hold

Pull not our heart-strings thus-they crack-they breakOh Juliet! Juliet!

Jul. Stay, stay, for me, Romeo

[Dies.

A moment stay: fate marries us in death,

And