SCENE changes to a Church-yard: In it, a Enter Paris, and his Page, with a light. Par. GIVE me thy torch, boy; hence, and stand aloof. Yet put it out, for I would not be feen: Here in the church-yard, yet I will adventure. [Exit. [Strewing flowers. Fair Juliet, that with angels doft remain, Accept this lateft favour at my hand; That living honour'd thee, and, being dead, With fun'ral obfequies adorn thy tomb.[The boy whistles. Enter Romeo and Balthafar with a light (29). Rom. Give me that mattock, and the wrenching iron. Hold, (29) Enter Romeo and Peter with a light.] But Peter was a fer. want of the Capulets: befides, he brings the mattock and crow to wrench open Juliet's grave, an office hardly to be intrusted with a fervant of that family. We find a little above, at the very beginning of this at, Balthafar is the perfon who brings Romeo the news of his bride's death: and yet, at the close of the play, Peter takes upon him to depofe that he brought thofe tidings. Utri creditis, quirites? In fhort, we hear Balthafar deliver the meffage; and therefore Peter is a lying evidence, fuborn'd by the blundering editors. We must therefore Hold, take this letter, early in the morning But cheifly 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, Balth. I will be gone, Sir, and not trouble you. Rom. So fhalt thou fhew me friendship.-Take thou that; Live and be profp'rous, and farewel, good fellow. Balth. For all this fame, I'll hide me hereabout; His looks I fear, and his intents I doubt. [Exit Balth. Rom. Thou deteftable maw, thou womb of death, Gorg'd with the dearest morfel of the earth, Thus I inforce thy rotten jaws to open, [Breaking open the Monument. And in defpight I'll cram thee with more food. It is fuppofed, the fair creature dy'd) And here is come to do some villainous fhame To the dead bodies: I will apprehend him. Stop thy unhallow'd toil, vile Montague: Can vengeance be purfu'd further than death? therefore caskier him, and put Bakthasar on his proper duty. The fource of this error feems eafy to be accounted for; Peter's character ending in the 4th act, 'tis very probable the fame perfon might play Balthafar, and fo be quoted on in the prompter's book as Peter. Con Condemned villain, I do apprehend thee; Rom. I must, indeed, and therefore came I hither- By urging me to fury. Oh be gone! 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 flain; if thou be merciful, Open the tomb, lay me with Juliet. [Diese A grave? O, no; a lanthorn-flaughter'd youth; [Laying Paris in the Monument, Thou Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's enfign yet With worms that are thy chambermaids; oh here And fhake the yoke of inaufpicious stars From this world-weary'd flesh. Eyes look your last! [Drinks the poison. Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kifs I die. [Dies. (30) And never from this palace of dim Night Depart again. (Come, lie thou in my arms; Here's to thy health. O true apothecary! Thy drugs are quick.)] Mr. Pope's and fome other of the worfer, editions acknowledge abfurdly the lines which I have put into paren thefis here; and which I have expung'd from the text, for this reafon: Romeo is made to confefs the effect of the poifon, before ever he has tafted it. I fuppofe, it hardly was fo favoury that the patient fhould chufe to make two draughts of it. And eight lines after these, we find him taking the poifon in his hand, and making an apoftrophe to it; inviting it to perform its office at once; and then, and not till then, does he clap it to his lips, or can with any probability speak of its inftant force and effects. Befides, Shakespeare would hardly have made Romeo drink to the health of his dead miftrefs. Enter Enter Friar Lawrence with lanthorn, crow, and Spade. Fri. St. Francis be my speed! how oft to-night Have my old feet ftumbled at graves ? who's there? Enter Balthafar. Bal. Here's one, a friend, and one that knows you well. And there's my mafter, one you dearly love. Balth. Romeo. Fri. How long hath he been there? Balth. Full half an hour. Fri. Go with me to the vault. Balth. I dare not, Sir.. My mafter knows not, but I am gone hence; If I did ftay to look on his intents. Fri. Stay then, I'll go alone; fear comes upon me; O, much I fear fome ill unlucky thing. Balth. As I did fleep under this yew-tree here, 1 dreamt my master and another fought, And that my master flew him. Fri. Romeo! Alack, alack, what blood is this, which stains What means these masterlefs and goary fwords. The lady ftirs. [lord? Jul. [awaking.] Oh comfortable Friar, where is my I do remember well where I fhould be; And there I am; but where is Romeo? Fri. I hear some noife! Lady, come from that neft Of |