In tatter'd weeds, with overwhelming brows, Green earthen pots, bladders, and musty seeds, AP. Enter Apothecary. Who calls so loud? ROM. Come hither, man.-I see that thou art poor; Hold, there is forty ducats; let me have A dram of poison; such soon-speeding gear And that the trunk may be discharg'd of breath Doth hurry from the fatal cannon's womb. AP. Such mortal drugs I have; but Mantua's law 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 thy eyes, Contempt and beggary hang 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 pray 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. ROм. There is thy gold; worse poison to men's souls, SCENE II.-Friar Laurence's Cell. Enter FRIAR JOHN. JOHN. Holy Franciscan friar! brother, ho! Enter FRIAR LAURENCE. [Exeunt. LAU. This same should be the voice of friar John.— Or, if his mind be writ, give me his letter. One of our order, to associate me, Here in this city visiting the sick, And finding him,—the searchers of the town, LAC. Unhappy fortune! by my brotherhood, JOHN. Brother, I'll go and bring it thee. [Exit. LAU. Now must I to the monument alone; And keep her at my cell till Romeo come. Poor living corse, clos'd in a dead man's tomb ! [Exit. SCENE III.—A Churchyard; in it, a Monument belonging to the Capulets. Enter PARIS, and his Page, bearing flowers and a torch. PAR. Give me thy torch, boy: Hence, and stand aloof :— Yet put it out, for I would not be seen. Under yon yew-trees lay thee all along, Holding thine ear close to the hollow ground; So shall no foot upon the churchyard tread (Being loose, unfirm, with digging up of graves), But thou shalt hear it: whistle then to me, As signal that thou hear'st something approach. Give me those flowers. Do as I bid thee, go. PAGE. I am almost afraid to stand alone [Retires. Here in the churchyard; yet I will adventure. Which with sweet water nightly I will dew, Or wanting that, with tears distill'd by moans; [The Boy whistles. The boy gives warning, something doth approach. [Retires. Enter ROMEO, and BALTHASAR with a torch, mattock, &c. ROM. Give me that mattock, and the wrenching iron. Hold, take this letter; early in the morning See thou deliver it to my lord and father. Give me the light: Upon thy life I charge thee, Whate'er thou hear'st or seest, stand all aloof, But, chiefly, to take thence from her dead finger In dear employment: therefore hence, be gone:- In what I further shall intend to do, By Heaven, I will tear thee joint by joint, More fierce, and more inexorable far, BAL. I will be gone, sir, and not trouble you. ROM. So shalt thou show me friendship.-Take thou that: Live and be prosperous; and farewell, good fellow. BAL. For all this same, I'll hide me hereabout; His looks I fear, and his intents I doubt. ROM. Thou detestable maw, thou womb of death, [Retires. [Breaking open the door of the monument. And, in despite, I'll cram thee with more food! PAR. This is that banish'd haughty Montague, That murther'd my love's cousin;—with which grief, It is supposed the fair creature died,— And here is come to do some villainous shame To the dead bodies: I will apprehend him.- [Advances. ROM. I must, indeed; and therefore came I hither. By urging me to fury:—0, be gone! For I come hither arm'd against myself: And apprehend thee for 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, ROM. In faith, I will:-Let me peruse this face ;- [Dies. [Laying PARIS in the monument. How oft when men are at the point of death, Than with that hand that cut thy youth in twain, Forgive me, cousin!—Ah, dear Juliet, |