Ap. Such mortal drugs I have, but Mantua's law
Is death to any he that utters them.

Rom. Art thou fo bare and full of wretchedness,
And fear'it to die? famine is in thy cheeks;
Need and oppreffion ftare 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 confents.
Rom. I pay thy poverty, and not thy will.

;

[Exit.

[Apothecary returns. Ap. Put this in any liquid thing you will, And drink it off, and if you had the ftrength Of twenty men it would dispatch you ftraight.

Rom. There is thy gold, worfe poison to mens fouls, Doing more murder in this loathfome world,

Than these poor compounds that thou may'ft not fell:
I fell thee poison, thou haft fold me none.
Farewel, buy food, and get thee into flesh.
Come cordial, and not poiion, go with me

To Juliet's grave, for there muft I ufe thee. [Exeunt.

SCEN E

III

The Monaftery at Verona.

Enter Friar John to Friar Lawrence.

John. H Lary. This fame should be the voice of

OLY Francifcan Friar! brother! ho!

Friar John,

Welcome from Mantua; what fays Romeo?
Or, if his mind be writ, give me his letter.
John. Going to find a bare-foot brother out,
One of our order to affociate me,

Here in this city vifiting the fick;

And

And finding him, the fearchers of the town,
(Sufpecting that we both were in a house
Where the infectious peftilence did reign)
Seal'd up the doors, and would not let us forth,
So that my speed to Mantua there was staid.
Law. Who bore my letter then to Romeo ?
John. I could not fend it; here it is again,
Nor get a meffenger to bring it thee,
So fearful were they of infection.

Law. Unhappy fortune! by my brotherhood,
The letter was not nice, but full of charge,
Of dear import, and the neglecting it

May do much danger. Friar John, go hence,
Get me an iron crow, and bring it ftraight
Unto my cell.

Jobn. Brother, I'll go and bring it thee.
Law. Now muft I to the monument alone:
Within these three hours will fair Juliet wake;
She will befhrew me much that Romeo

Hath had no notice of thefe accidents:
But I will write again to Mantua,

And keep her at my cell 'till Romeo come.

Poor living coarse, clos'd in a dead man's tomb !

[Exit.

[Exit.

A Church-yard: In it, a Monument belonging to the Capulets.

Par.

Enter Paris, and his Page with a light.

IVE me thy torch, boy; hence, and ftand aloof.

GIV

:

Yet put it out, for I would not be seen
Under yond yew-tree lay thee all along,
Placing thy ear close to the hollow ground;

Se

So fhall no foot upon the church-yard tread,
(Being loofe, unfirm, with digging up of graves)
But thou shalt hear it: whiftle then to me,
As fignal that thou hear'ft fomething approach.
Give me those flow'rs. Do as I bid thee; go.
Page. I am almoft afraid to stand alone
Here in the church-yard, yet I will adventure.
Par. Sweet flow'rs! with flow'rs thy bridal bed I
[Strewing flowers.

ftrow ;

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 obfequies adorn thy tomb.

[Exit.

[The boy whistles.

-The boy gives warning, fomething doth approach
What curfed foot wanders this way to night,
To cross my obfequies? and true loves rite?
What! with a torch ? muffle me, night, a while.

[Paris retires.

SCENE V.

Enter Romeo and Balthasar with a light.

Rom. G Hold, take this letter, early in the morning

IVE me the wrenching iron,

See thou deliver it to my lord and father.
Put out the torch, and on thy life, I charge thee,
Whate'er thou hear'ft or feeft, ftand all aloof,
And do not interrupt me in my course.
Why I defcend into this bed of death,
Is partly to behold my lady's face :

gone:

But chiefly to take thence from her dead finger
A precious ring, a ring that I must use
In dear employment; therefore hence, be
But if thou, jealous, doft return to pry
In what I further fhall intend to do,
By heaven, I will tear thee joint by joint,

And

And ftrew this hungry church-yard with thy limbs;
The time and my intents are favage, wild,
More fierce and more inexorable far

Than empty tigers, or the roaring sea.

Bal. I will be gone, Sir, and not trouble you. Rom. So fhalt thou win my favour. Take thou that, Live and be profp'rous, and farewel, good fellow. Bal. For all this fame, I'll hide me near this place; His looks I fear, and his intents I doubt.. [Exit. Rom. Thou deteftable maw, thou womb of death, Gorg'd with the dearest morfel of the earth; Thus I enforce thy rotten jaws to open.

[Breaking open the monument.
And in despight I'll cram thee with more food.
Par. [Shewing himself.] Stop thy unhallow'd toil, vile
Mountague:

Can vengeance be purfa'd further than death?
Condemned villain, I do apprehend thee;

Obey, and go with me, for thou must die.

Rom. I muft indeed, and therefore came I hitherGood gentle youth, tempt not a defp'rate man;

Fly hence and leave me:

By heav'n, I love thee better than myself;
For I come hither arm'd against myself.

Par. I do defy thy pity and thy counsel,

And apprehend thee for a felon bere.

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.

Rom. In faith, I will let me peruse this faceMercutio's kinfman! Noble County Paris!

Give me thy hand,

One writ with me in four misfortune's book,
I'll bury thee in a triumphant grave,

For here lies Juliet

-Oh my love, my wife,
Death that hath fuckt the honey of thy breath,
Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty:
'I hou art not conqu'r'd, beauty's enfign yet
Is crimson in thy lips, and in thy cheeks,

[Dies.

And

And death's pale flag is not advanced there.

- here, here

Oh Juliet, why art thou yet fo fair
Will I fet up my everlasting reft;
And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars
From this world-weary flesh,

Come bitter conduct, come unfav'ry guide,
Thou defp'rate pilot, now at once run on
The dafhing rocks my fea-fick weary bark:

No more-here's to my love!-eyes, look your last;
Arms, take your last embrace; and lips, do you
The doors of breath feal with a righteous kifs.
Soft - fhe breathes, and ftirs!

Jul. Where am I? defend me !

[Juliet wakes.

Rom. She fpeaks, the lives; and we shall still be blefs'd!

My kind propitious ftars o'erpay me now

For all my forrows past

-rife, rife, my Juliet, And from this cave of death, this houfe of horror, Quick let me fnatch thee to thy Romeo's arms,

There breathe a vital spirit in thy lips,

And call thee back to life and love

[Takes her band:

Jul. Blefs me! how cold it is! whofe's there!
Rom. Thy husband,

'Tis thy Romeo, Juliet; rais'd from despair

To joys unutt'rable! quit, quit this place,

And let us fly together- [Brings her from the tomb.
Jul. Why do you force me fo--I'll ne'er confent-
My ftrength may fail me, but my will's unmov'd,
I'll not wed Paris,- Romeo is my husband

Rom. Her fenfes are unfettl'd- Heav'n reitore 'em! Romeo is thy husband; I am that Romeo,

Nor all th' oppofing pow'rs of earth or man,
Shall break our bonds, or tear thee from my heart.
Jul. I know that voice-Its magic sweetness wakes
My tranced foul-I now remember well
Each circumstance-Oh my lord, my

Husband[Going to embrace him.

Doft thou avoid me, Romeo? let me touch
Thy hand, and taste the cordial of thy lips-
You fright me speak-Oh let me hear fome voice
Befides my own in this drear vault of death,
-support me

Or I fhall faint