Goe get thee hence, and get me presently A fpade and mattocke. John. Well I will presently go fetch thee them. Exit. Laur. Now muft I to the monument alone, Least that the ladie fhould before I come Be wakde from fleepe. I will hye To free her from that tomb of miferie. Exit. Enter countie Paris and his Page with flowers and freete water. Par. Put out the torch, and lye thee all along Vnder this Ew-tree, keeping thine eare close to the hollow ground. And if thou heare one tread within this churchyard, Staight giue me notice. Boy. I will my lord. Paris ftrewes the tomb with flowers. Par. Sweet flower, with flowers I ftrew thy bridale bed: Sweete tombe that in thy circuite doft containe, The perfect modell of eternitie : Faire Iuliet that with angells doft remaine, Accept this lateft fauour at my hands, With funerall praises doo adorne thy tombe. Boy whistles and calls. My lord. Enter Romeo and Balthafar, with a torch, a mattocke, and a crow of yron. Par. The boy giues warning, fomething doth approach. What curfed foote wanders this was to night, To stay my obfequies and true loues rites? Rom. Giue me this mattocke, and this wrentching iron. And take thefe letters, early in the morning, See thou deliuer them to my lord and father. So get thee gone and trouble me no more. In deare imployment: but if thou wilt ftay, By heauen Ile teare thee ioynt by ioynt, And strewe thys hungry churchyard with thy lims. Romeo opens the tombe. Rom. Thou deteftable maw, thou womb of death, Gorde with the deareft morfell of the earth. Thus I enforce thy rotten iawes to ope. Par. This is that banifht haughtie Mountague, I doe attach thee as a fellon heere. The law condemnes thee, therefore thou must dye. Rom. I muft indeed, and therefore came I hither, Good youth be gone, tempt not a defperate man. Heape not another finne vpon my head By fheding of thy bloud, I doe protest For I loue thee better then I loue my felfe: Rom. What doft thou tempt me, then haue at thee boy. They fight. Boy. O lord they fight, I will goe call the watch. Rom. Yfaith I will, let me perufe this face, For thou haft prizd thy loue aboue thy life. Is amorous, and doth court my loue. Therefore will I, O heere, O euer heere, With wormes, that are thy chambermayds. Thy drugs are swift; thus with a kisse I dye. Falls. Enter Enter Fryer with a lanthorne. How oft to night haue thefe my aged feete Man. A frend and one that knowes you well. Fr. Who is it? Man. Romco. Fr. How long hath he beene there? Man. Full halfe an houre and more. Fr. Goe with me thether. Man. I dare not fir, he knowes not I am heere: On paine of death he chargde me to be gone, And not for to disturbe him in his enterprize. Fr. Then must I goe: my minde prefageth ill. Fryer floops and lookes on the blood and weapons. What bloud is this that ftaines the entrance What meanes these maisterles and goory weapons? Is acceffary to fo foule a finne? The lady fturres. Juliet rifes. Iul. Ah comfortable fryer. I doe remember well where I should be, Fr. Lady come foorth, I heare fome noife at hand, And Romeo dead: and if we heere be tane I will prouide for you in fome close nunery. Iul. Ah leaue me, leaue me, I will not from hence. Whats heere a cup clofde in my louers hands? Enter Watch. Watch. This way, this way. Iul. I, noife? then muft I be refolute. O happy dagger thou fhalt end my feare, Rest in my bosome, thus I come to thee. She ftabs herfelfe and falles. Enter Watch. Cap. Come looke about, what weapons haue we heere? See frends where Iuliet two daies buried, New bleeding wounded, search and fee who's neare, Enter one with the Fryer. 1. Captaine heers a fryer with tooles about him, Fitte to ope a tombe. Cap. A great fufpition, keep him fafe. Enter |