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Rom. Oh I cannot,

I have no ftrength, but want thy feeble aid,
Cruel poison!

Jul. Poifon! what means my lord; thy trembling

voice !

Pale lips! and fwimming eyes! death's in thy face!
Rom. It is indeed- -I ftruggle with him now
The tranfports that I felt, to hear thee speak,
And fee thy op'ning eyes, ftopt for a moment
His impetuous courfe, and all my mind
Was happiness and thee; but now the poison
Rushes thro' my veins

Fate brought me to this place

I've not time to tell

to take a laft, Laft farewel of my love and with thee die. Jul. Die was the Friar falfe!

Rom. I know not that

I thought thee dead; 'diftracted at the fight,
(Fatal fpeed) drank poison, kifs'd thy cold lips,
And found within thy arms a precious grave-
But in that momen

Oh

Ful. And did I wake for this! Rom. My powers are blafted, "Twixt death and love I'm torn

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But death's ftrongeft-and must I leave thee, Juliet !
Oh cruel curfed fate! in fight of heav'n-

Jul. Thou rav'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 twin'd together-
-Paris, loose your hold-

Capulet, forbear

Pull not our heart-ftrings thus

break

Oh Juliet! Juliet !

Jul. Stay, itay, for me, Romeo

they crack-they

[Dies.

no pow'r fhall part us.

[Faints on Romeo's body.

Enter

A moment ftay; fate marries us in death,

And we are one

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Enter Friar Lawrence with lanthorn, 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 ftains
The ftony entrance of this fepulchre !

Jul. 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 fast, They fhall not tear him from me

Fri. Patience, Lady

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

Fri. O fatal error! rife, thou fair diftreft,

And fly this fcene of death!

Jul. Come thou not near me,

Or this dagger fhall quit my Romeo's death!

[Draws a dagger.

Fri. I wonder not thy griefs have made thee defp'rate.

What noife without? fweet Juliet, let us fly

A greater pow'r than we can contradict,

Hath thwarted our intents-come, haste away,
I will difpofe thee, moft unhappy 1 ady,

Amongst a fifterhood 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

:

Haply fome poifon yet doth hang on them

I will kifs thy lips,

[Kiffes him.

[Watch and Page within.]

Watch. Lead, boy, which way.

Jul. Noife again!

Then I'll be brief

Oh happy dagger !

This is thy fheath, there reft and let me die.

[Kills berfelf.

Boy.

Boy. This is the place- -my liege.

Enter Prince, &c.

Prin. What mifadventure is fo early up, That calls our perfon from its morning's reft?

Enter Capulet.

Cap. What should it be, that they fo fhriek abroad! The people in the ftreet cry Romeo ;

Some, Juliet; and fome, Paris; and all run
With open outcry tow'rd our Monument.

Prin. What fear is this, which startles in your ears ?
Watch. Sovereign, here lies the County Paris flain,
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 fee thy son and heir now early fall'n

Moun. Alas my liege my wife is dead to night,
Grief of my fan's exile hath stopp'd her breath.
What farther woe confpires against my age!
Prin. Look there- and fee-

Moun. Oh thou untaught, what manners is in this,
To prefs 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 fpring and head-mean time forbear, And let mifchance be flave to patience :

Bring forth the parties of fufpicion.

Fri. I am the greatest.

Prin. Then fay at once what thou doft know of this.

Fri. Let us retire from this dread fcene of death

And I'll unfold the whole; if ought in this

Miscarried by my fault, let my old life
Be facrific'd fome hour before its time

Unto the rigour of severest law.

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

Cap.

Cap. Oh brother Mountague, give me thy hand,
This is my daughter's jointure; for no more
Can I demand.

Moun. But I can give thee more,

For I will raise her ftatue in pure gold,
That while Verona by that name is known,
There shall no figure at that rate be priz'd,
As that of true and faithful Juliet.

Cap. As rich fhall Romeo by this lady lie,
Poor facrifices of our enmity!

Prin. A gloomy peace this morning with it brings, Let Romeo's man and let the boy attend us :

We'll hence and farther scan these fad disasters:
Well may you mourn, my Lords, (now wife too late)
These tragic iffues of your mutual hate :

From private feuds, what dire misfortunes flow;
Whate'er the cause, the sure effect is WO E.

FINIS.

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