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A I R.
Our unfeign'd forrow fee ;
To bear the loss of Thee!
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Μ Α Ν Τ υ Α.
My dreams presage some joyful news at hand:
Bal. Then she is well, and nothing can be ill,
Rom. Is it even for then I defy you, stars !
Rom. Thou know'st my lodging, get me ink and paper, And hire post- horses. I will hence to-night.
Bal. Pardon me, Sir, I dare not leave you thus.
Rom. Go, thou art deceiv'd ;
Bal. No, good my Lord.
Rom. No matter : Get thee gone,
Erter Apothecary.. As, Who calls so loud ?
Rom Come hither, man; I see that thou art poor ; Hold, there are forty ducats : let me have A dram of poison, such soon-speeding geer, As will disperse itself thro' all the veins, Tbet the life-weary Taker may soon die.
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'it to die ? famine is in thy cheeks ; Need and oppression stare within thine eyes, Contempt and beggary hang on thy back: The world is not thy friend, nor the world's law ; The world affords no law to make thee rich hen be not poor, but break it, and take this. Ap. My poverty, but not my, will consents. [Exit. Rom. I pay thy poverty, and not thy will.
[ Apothecary retarns, Ap. Put this in any liquid thing you will, And drink it off, and if you had the strength Of tsventy men it would dispatch you straight.
Rom. There is thy gold, worse poison to mens fouls, Doing more murder in this loathsome world, Than these poor compounds that thou may'st not fell : I sell thee poison, thou hast sold me none. Farewel, buy food, and get thee into flesh. Come cordial, and not poiion, go with me To Juliet's grave, for there must I use thee. [Exeunt.
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The Monastery at Verona.
Enter Friar John to Friar Lawrence.
Jobri H H
John LTOLY Franciscan Friar! brother ! ho !
Law. This same should be the voice of
John. Going to find a bare-foot brother out,
And finding him, the searchers of the town,
Law. Who bore my letter then to Romeo ?
John. I could not send it; here it is again,
Law. Unhappy fortune! by my brotherhood,
cell. John. Brother, I'll go and bring it thee. [Exit.
Law. Now must I to the monument alone :
A Church-yard: In it, a Monument belonging to
Enter Paris, and his Page with a light.
Par. IVE me thy torch, boy; hence, and stand
So shall no foot upon the church-yard tread,
Page. I am almost afraid to stand alone
(Strewing flowers. Fair Juliet, that with angels doft remain, Accept this latest favour at my hand, That living honour'd thee, and, being dead, With fun'ral obsequies adorn thy tomb.
[The boy whifles. -The boy gives warning, something doth approach What cursed foot wanders this way to night, To cross my obsequies ? and true loves rite ? What! with a torch ? muffle me, night, a while.
Enter Romeo and Balthasar with a light. Rom. LIVE me the wrenching iron,
Hold, take this letter, early in the morning See thou deliver it to my lord and father. Put out the torch, and on thy life, I charge thee, Whate'er thou hear't or seest
, stand all aloof, And do not interrupt me in my