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And strew this hungry church-yard with thy limbs;
The time and my intents are savage, wild,
More fierce and more inexorable far
Than empty tigers, or the roaring fea.

Bal. I will be gone, Sir, and not trouble you.

Rom. So shalt thou win my favour. Take thou that, Live and be profp'rous, and farewel, good fellow.

Bal. For all this same, l'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 morsel 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 unballow'd toil, vile

Mountague :
Can vengeance be pursu'd further than death?
Condemned villain, I do apprehend thee;
Obey, and go with me, for thou must die.

Rom. I must indeed, and therefore came I hither
Good gentle youth, tempt not a desp'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 slain; if thou be merciful, Open the tomb, lay me with Juliet.

[Dies. Rom. In faith, I will : let me peruse this face Mercutio's kinsman ! 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 : 'Thou art not conqu’r'd, beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips, and in thy cheeks,

And

lait;

[Juliet wakes.

And death's pale flag is not advanced there.
Oh Juliet, why art thou yet so fair.

here, here
Will I set up my everlasting rest;
And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars
From this world-weary flesh,
Come bitter conduct, come unsav'ry guide,
Thou desp’rate pilot, now at once run on
The dashing rocks my fea-fick weary bark :
No more--here's to my love!-eyes, look your
Arms, take your last embrace ; and lips, do you
The doors of breath seal with a righteous kiss.
Soft she breathes, and stirs !

Jul. Where am I? defend me!
Rom. She speaks, the lives ; and we shall still be

bless'd!
My kind propitious stars o'erpay me now
For all my forrows paftrise, rise, my Juliet,
And from this cave of death, this house of horror,
Quick let me snatch 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. Bless me! how cold it is! whose'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 consentMy strength may

fail me, but will's unmov'd, I'll not wed Paris,

-Romeo is my husband Rom. Her senses are unsettld-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 soul - I now remember well Each circumstance-Oh

my

Husband

{Going to embrace him. Doft thou avoid me, Romeo ? let me touch Thy hand, and taste the cordial of thy lipsYou fright me

-speak-Oh let me hear some voice Besides my own in this drear vault of death, Or I shall faint support me

Rain.

my

lord, my

Rom. Oh I cannot,
I have no ftrength, but want thy feeble aid,
Cruel poison !
Jul. Poison ! what means my lord ; thy trembling

voice !
Pale lips ! and swimming eyes ! death's in thy face !

Rom. It is indeed I struggle with him now
The transports that I felt, to hear thee speak,
And see thy op'ning eyes, itopt for a moment
His impetuous course, and all my mind
Was happiness and thee; but now the poison
Rushes thro' my veins-

I've not time to tell-
Fate brought me to this place to take a laft,
Last farewel of my love and with thee die.

Yul. Die? was the Friar falfe !

Rom. I know not that
I thought thee dead ; 'distracted at the fight,
(Fatal speed) drank poison, kiss'd thy cold lips,
And found within thy arms a precious grave-
But in that momen

Oh
Jul. And did I wake for this !
Rom. My powers are blafted,
"Twixt death and love I'm torn-I am distracted I
But death's strongest-and must I leave thee, Juliet !
Oh cruel cursed fate! in sight of heav'n.

Jul. Thou ray'ft lean on my breast
Rom. Fathers have flinty hearts, no tears can mekt

'em.
Nature pleads in vain-Children must be wretched

Jul. Oh my breaking heart

Rom.She is my wife- our hearts are twind together
Capulet, forbear - Paris, loose your hold-
Pull not our heart-ftrings thus-

-they
break
Oh Juliet! Juliet !

[Dies.
Jul. Stay, ttay, for me, Romeo
A moment Atay ; fate marries us in death,
And we are one

no pow'r shall part us.

[Faints en Romeo's body.

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Enter

Enter Friar Lawrence with lantborn, crow, and spade.

Fri. St. Francis be my speed ! how oft to night,
Have my old feet stumbled at graves ? who's there,
Alack, alack ! what blood is this which stains
The stony entrance of this sepulchre !

ful. Who's there

Fri. Ah Juliet awake, and Romeo dead! And Paris too

Oh what an unkind hour
Is guilty of this lamentable chance!

Jul. Here he is still, and I will hold him faft,
They shall not tear him from me
Fri. Patience, Lady

Jul. Who is that! Oh thou cursed Friar ! patience ! Talk'st thou of patience to a wretch like me!

Fri. O fatal error ! rise, thou fair distrelt,
And fly this scene of death !

Jul. Come thou not near me,
Or this dagger shall quit my Romeo's death!

[Draws a dagger.
Fri. I wonder not thy griefs have made thee desp’rate.
What noise without ? sweet fuliet, let us fly
A greater pow'r chan we can contradict,
Hath thwarted our intents

--come, hafte away, I will dispose thee, most unhappy I ady, Amongst a sisterhood of holy nuns: Stay not to question -for the watch is coming, Come, go, good Juliet I dare not longer stay. (Exit.

Jul. Go, get thee hence, I will not away
What's here ! a phial-

-Romeo's timeless end.
O churl drink all, and leave no friendly drop
To help me after I will kiss thy lips,
Haply some poison yet doth hang on them

[Kifes him. [Watch and Page within.]

Watch. Lead, boy, which way

Jul. Noise again!
Then I'll be brief Oh happy dagger!
This is thy sheath, there reft and let me die.

[Kills berfelf.

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Boy. This is the place my liege.

Enter Prince, &c.
Prin. What misadventure is so early up,
That calls our person from its morning's reft ?

Enter Capulet.
Cap. What should it be, that they so shrick abroad!
The people in the street cry Romeo ;
Some, Juliet ; and some, Paris ; and all run
With open outcry tow'd our Monument.

Prin. What fear is this, which startles in your ears ?

Watch. Sovereign, here lies the County Paris fain,
And Romeo dead, Juliet thought dead before
Is warm and newly kill'd.
# Cap. Oh me, this fight of death is as a bell,
That warns my old age to a fepulchre.

Enter Mountague.
Prin. Come Mountague, for thou art early up,
To see thy son and heir now early fall'n

Moun. Alas my liege my wife is dead to night,
Grief of my son's exile hath stopp'd her breath.
What farther woe conspires againft my age!

Prin. Look there and see
Moun. Oh thou untaught, what manners is in this,
To press before thy father to a grave !

Prin. Seal up the mouth of outrage for a while
Till we can clear these ambiguities,
And know their spring and head-mean time forbear,
And let mifchance be slave to patience :
Bring forth the parties of suspicion.

Fri. I am the greatest.
Prin. Then fay at once what thou doft know of this.

Fri. Let us retire from this dread scene of death
And I'll unfold the whole ; if ought in this
Miscarried by my fault, let my

old life Be sacrific'd lome hour before its time Unto the rigour of severest law.

Prin. We still have known thee for a holy man:
Where be these enemies, Capulet! Mountague !
See what a scourge is laid upon your hate.

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