Why art thou yet so fair? Shall I believe That unsubstantial Death is amorous; With worms that are thy chambermaids; O, here And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars From this world-wearied flesh.-Eyes, look your last! [Dies. Enter, at the other end of the Churchyard, 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? 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 sculls; as I discern, It burneth in the Capels' monument. BAL. It doth so, holy sir; and there's my master, My master knows not but I am gone hence; If I did stay to look on his intents. FRI. Stay then, I'll go alone:-Fear comes upon me; BAL. As I did sleep under this yew-tree here, Romeo! FRI. [Advances. [Enters the monument. Romeo! O, pale!-Who else? what, Paris too? The lady stirs. [JULIET wakes and stirs. JUL. O, comfortable friar! where is my lord? I do remember well where I should be, And there I am:-Where is my Romeo? [Noise within. FRÍ. I hear some noise.-Lady, come from that nest Of death, contagion, and unnatural sleep; A greater Power than we can contradict Hath thwarted our intents; come, come away: Among a sisterhood of holy nuns: Stay not to question, for the watch is coming; Come, go, good Juliet,-[Noise again] I dare no longer stay. JUL. Go, get thee hence, for I will not away.- Thy lips are warm! [Exit. [Kisses him. 1 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. [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 church yard: [Exeunt some. Go, some of you, whoe'er you find, attach. [Exeunt other Watchmen. We see the ground whereon these woes do lie; Enter some of the Watch, with Balthasar. 2 WATCH. Here's Romeo's man, we found him in the churchyard. 1 WATCH. Hold him in safety till the prince come hither. 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 churchyard 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. CAP. What should it be, that they so shriek abroad? PRINCE. What fear is this, which startles in your ears? 1 WATCH. Sovereign, here lies the county Paris slain; And Romeo dead; and Juliet, dead before, PRINCE. Search, seek, and know how this foul murther comes. 1 WATCH. Here is a friar, and slaughter'd Romeo's man; With instruments upon them, fit to open These dead men's tombs. CAP. O, Heaven!-O, wife! look how our daughter bleeds! This dagger hath mista'en,-for, lo! his house Is empty on the back of Montague,— And is mis-sheathed in my daughter's bosom. LA. CAP. O me! this sight of death is as a bell, 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 now early down. 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 my 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; And lead you even to death: Meantime forbear, Bring forth the parties of suspicion. FRI. I am the greatest, able to do least, Yet most suspected, as the time and place Myself condemned and myself excus'd. PRINCE. Then say at once what thou dost know in this. FRI. I will be brief, for my short date of breath Is not so long as is a tedious tale. Romeo, there dead, was husband to that Juliet, And she, there dead, that Romeo's faithful wife: I married them; and their stolen marriage-day Or, in my cell there would she kill herself. The form of death: meantime I writ to Romeo, PRINCE. We still have known thee for a holy man.— |