How doth my Juliet? that I ask again, Bal. Then he is well, and nothing can be ill; Rom. Is it even fo? then I defy you, ftars! Bel. Pardon me, Sir, I dare not leave you thus. Your looks are pale and wild, and do import Some mifadventure. Rom. Tufh, thou art deceiv'd; Leave me, and do the thing I bid thee do: Rom. No matter: Get thee gone, And hire thofe horfes, I'll be with thee ftraight. [Exit Bal. Well, Juliet, I will lye with thee to-night; Let's fee for means O mifchief! thou art swift To enter in the thought of defperate men. And hereabouts he dwells, whom late I noted Here Here lives a caitiff wretch would fell it him. Enter Apothecary. Ap. Who calls fo loud? Rom. Come hither, man, I fee that thou art poor; A dram of poifon, fuch foon-speeding geer, Doth hurry from the fatal cannon's womb. 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 wretchednefs, And fear'st 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, Then 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. Ap. Put this in any liquid thing you will, And drink it off, and if you had the strength Of twenty men it would difpatch you ftraight. Rom. There is thy gold, worfe poifon to mens fouls, Doing more murther in this loathsome world, Than these poor compounds that thou may ft not fell: I fell thee poifon, thou haft fold me none. Farewel, buy food, and get thee into flesh. Come, cordial, and not poifon, go with me To Juliet's grave, for there muft I ufe thee. [Exeunt. SCENE SC EN E II. The Monaftery at Verona. Enter Friar John. OLY Franciscan Friar! brother! ho! John. HOLY Enter Friar Lawrence to him. Law. This fame fhould be the voice of Friar John. Law. Unhappy fortune! by my brotherhood, May do much danger. Friar John, go hence, John. Brother, I'll go and bring it. (a) By nice here is meant thin, flight, of little substance. 8 bring it thee. [Exit. Hath Hath had no notice of these accidents: But I will write again to Mantua, And keep her at my cell 'till Romeo come. Poor living coarfe, clos'd in a dead man's tomb! [Exit. A Church-yard: In it, a Monument belonging to the Capulets. Enter Paris and his Page, with a light. Par. GIVE IVE me thy torch, boy; hence, and stand Yet put it out, for I would not be feen: Page. [Exit. Par. Sweet flow'r! with flowers thy bridal bed I ftrew: Fair Juliet, that with angels doft remain, Accept this latest favour at my hand, [Strewing flowers. That living honour'd thee, and being dead With fun'ral obfequies adorn thy tomb. [The Boy whistles: The boy gives warning, fomething doth approach,What curfed foot wanders this way to-night, To cross my obfequies, and true love's rites? SCENE 1 Enter Romeo and Balthafar with a light. Rom. Give me that mattock, and the wrenching iron. Hold, take this letter, early in the morning See thou deliver it to my lord and father. Give me the light; upon 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: But chiefly to take thence from her dead finger A precious ring, a ring that I must use In dear employment; therefore hence, be gone: 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 ftrew this hungry church-yard with thy limbs, The time and my intents are favage, wild, More fierce and more inexorable far Than empty tygers, or the roaring fea. 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 hereabout; His looks I fear, and his intents I doubt. [Balthafar retires. Rom. Thoumaw deteftable, thou womb of death, Gorg'd with the deareft morfel of the earth, Thus I enforce thy rotten jaws to open, [Breaking open the monument. And in defpight I'll cram thee with more food. That murther'd my love's coufin; (with which grief It is fuppofed the fair creature dy'd,) And here is come to do fome villainous fhame U 2 9 Peter...old edit. Theob. emend. i deteftable maw, Το |