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So that my speed to Mantua there was stay’d.
Lau. Who bare my letter then to Romeo ?
John. I could not send it,- here it is again,-
Lau. Unhappy fortune! by my brotherhood,
John. Brother, I'll go and bring't thec. [Exit.
Lau. Now must I to the monument alone;
A Church-Yard; in it, a Monument belonging to the
Enter Paris, and his Page, bearing Flowers and a
was not nice,] i. e. was not written on a trivial or idle
(Being loose, unfirm, with digging up of graves,)
Page. I am almost afraid to stand alone
[Retires. Par. Sweet flower, with flowers I strew thy bri
dal bed :
(The Boy whistles.
Enter Romeo and BALTHASAR with a Torch,
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, 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 :-
Bal. I will be gone, sir, and not trouble you.
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. [Retires.
Rom. Thou détestable maw, thou womb of death, Gorg'd with the dearest morsel of the earth, Thus I enforce thy rotten jaws to open,
[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 murder'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. Stop thy unhallow'd toil, vile Montague; Can yengeance be pursu'd further than death ? : Condemned villain, I do apprehend thee: Obey, and
with me; for thou must die.
dear employment:] That is, action of importance. Gems were supposed to have great powers and virtues.
Heap not another sin upon my head,
Par. I do defy thy conjurations,
[They fight, Page. O lord! they fight: I will
I will go call the watch.
(Exit Page. Par. O, I am slain! [Falls. ]-If thou be mer
ciful, 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 inan, 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, bearing 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,' slaughter'd youth,
$ I do defy thy conjurations,] Paris conceived Romeo to have burst open the monument for no other purpose than to do some villainous shame on the dead bodies, such as witches are reported to have practised; and therefore tells him he defies him, and the magick arts which he suspects he is preparing to use. But perhaps the true meaning here is, “ I refuse to do as thou conjurest me to do, i.e. to depart.”
A grave? O, no; a lantern,] A lantern may not, in this instance, signify an enclosure for a lighted candle, but a louvre, or 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.
For here lies Juliet, and her beauty makes
[Laying Paris in the Monument. How oft when men are at the point of death, Have they been merry? which their keepers call
? A lightning before death: 0, how may I Call this a lightning?_0, my love! my wife ! Death, that hath suck’ the honey of thy 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.. Tybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody sheet? 0, what more favour can I do to thee, Than with that hand that cut thy youth in twain, To sunder his that was thine enemy? Forgive me, cousin !--Ah, dear Juliet, Why art thou yet so fair? Shall I believe That unsubstantial death is amorous ; And that the lean abhorred monster keeps Thee here in dark to be his paramour?
: For fear of that, I will still stay with thee; And never from this palace of dim night Depart again ; here, here will I remain With worms that are thy chamber-maids; O, here Will I set up my everlasting rest; And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars From this world-wearied flesh.-Eyes, look your last!
presence ---] A presence is a publick room.
by a dead man interr'd.) Romeo being now determined to put an end to his life, considers himself as already dead.
0, how may I Call this a lightning?] Romeo had, just before, been in high spirits, a symptom, which he observes, was sometimes called a lightning before death: but bow, says he, (for no situation can exempt Shakspeare's characters from the vice of punning) can I term this sad and gloomy prospect a lightning?