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To the dead bodies : I will apprehend him.
Stop thy unhallow'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: think upon those gone,
Let them affright thee. I befeech thee, youth,
Pull not another sin upon my head,
By urging me to fury. Oh be gone!
By heav'n, I love thee better than my felf;
For I come hither arm'd against my self.

Par. I do defic thy commiseration,
And apprehend thee for a felon here.
Rom. Wilt thou provoke me? then have at thee, boy.

[They fight, Paris falls. Page. [Without.] O Lord, they Fight! I will go call the

Par. Oh I am Nain; if thou be merciful, [Watch. Open the tomb, lay me with Juliet.

[Dies. Rom. In faith, I will: let me perufe this face Mercutio's kinsman! Noble County Paris ! What said my man, when my betossed foul Did not attend him as we rode? I think He told me Paris should have married Juliet. Said he not fo? or did I dream it so ? Or am I mad, hearing him talk of Juliet, To think it was so? Oh give me thy hand, One writ with me in four Misfortune's book, I'll bury thee in a triumphant grave. For here lyes JulietOh, my love, my wife! Death that hath suckt the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty : Thou art not conquer'd, beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips, and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there. Tybalt, ly'ft thou there in thy bloody fheet? Oh what more favour can I do to thee,

Than

Than with that hand that cut thy youth in twain,
To sunder his that was thy enemy?
Forgive me, cousin.Ah dear Juliet,
Why art thou yet so fair? shall I believe
That unsubstantial death is amorous,
And that the lean abhorred monster keeps
Thee here in dark, to be his paramour?
For fear of that, I still will stay with thee,
And never from this palace of dim night
Depart again: here, here will I remain,
With worms that are thy chamber-maids; oh here
Will I set up my everlasting rest;
And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars
From this world-weary'd fesh. Eyes, look your last!
Arms, take your last embrace! and lips, oh you
The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss
A dateless bargain to engrossing death!
Come, bitter conduct! come, unfavoury guide!
Thou desp’rate pilot, now at once run on
The dashing rocks my sea-sick weary bark:
Here's to my love! oh true apothecary! [Drinks the poison.
Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die. [Diese
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?

Bal. Here's one, a friend, and one that knows you well.

Fri, Bliss be upon you! Tell me, good my friend,
What torch is yond, that vainly lends his light
To grubs and eyeless sculls ? as I discern,
It burneth in the Capulets monument.

Bal. It doth so, holy Sir,
And there's my master, one you dearly love.

Fri. Who is it?
Bal. Romeo.
Fri. How long hath he been there?
Bal. Full half

an hour.
Fri, Go with me to the vault.

Bal.

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Bal. I dare not, Sir.
My master knows not but I am gone hence,
And fearfully did menace me with death,
If I did stay to look on his intents.

Fri. Stay then, I'll go alone ; fear comes upon me; O much I fear fome ill unlucky thing.

Bal. As I did neep under this yew-tree here,
I dreamt my master and another fought,
And that my master flew him.

Fri. Romeo ?
Alack, alack, what blood is this which stains
The ftony' entrance of this fepulchre?
What mean these masterless and goary swords
To lye discolour'd by this place of peace ?
Romeo! oh pale! who else? what, Paris too?
And steep'd in blood? ah what an unkind hour
Is guilty of this lamentable chance?
The Lady, stirs.

Jul. [Awaking.] Oh comfortable Friar, where's my Lord?
I do remember well where I should be ;
And there I am ; but where is Romeo?

Fri, I hear some noise! Lady, come from that nest
Of death, contagion, and unnatural Neep;
A greater Power than we can contradict,
Hath thwarted our intents; come, come away;
Thy husband in thy bosom there lyes dead,
And Paris tooCome, I'll dispose of thee,
Among a sisterhood of holy Nuns:
Stay not to question, 'for the Watch is coming. (Exit.

ful. Go, get thee hence, for I will not away:
What's here? a cup clos'd in my true love's hand ?
Poison I see hath been his timeless end.
Oh 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;
Thy lips are warm.

...

Enter

Enter Boy and Watch, Watch. Lead, boy; which way?

Jul. Yea, noise ? Then I'll be brief. O happy dagger ! [Finding a Dagger. This is thy sheath, there rust and let me die. [Kills herself.

Boy. This is the place, there where the torch doth burn. Watch. The ground is bloody. *Search the church

yard, about ; Go some of you, whome'er you find attach.

(Exeunt some of the Watch, Pitiful sight! here lies the County Nain, And Juliet bleeding, warm, and newly dead, Who here hath lain these two days buried. Go tell the Prince, run to the Capulets, Raise up the Mountagues, some others search

Enter fome of the Watch with Balthafar. 2 Watch. Here's Romeo's man, we found him in the church-yard. I Watch. Hold him in safety 'till the Prince comes hither.

Enter Friar and a third Watchman. 3 Watch. Here is a Friar that trembles, fighs and weeps: We took this mattock and this spade from him, As he was coming from this church-yard side. i Watch.' A great suspicion: stay the Friar too.

S CE N E V.

Enter the Prince and Attendants.
Prince. What misadventure is so early up,
That calls our person from our morning's rest?

Enter Capulet and Lady Capulet.
Cap. What should it be that they so shriek abroad?

La. Cap. The people in the street cry Romeo,
Some Juliet, and some Paris ; and all run

With 2 Search about the church-yard ;

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With open out-cry tow'rd our monument.

Prince, What fear is this which startles in your ears?

Watch, Sovereign, here lyes the County Paris Nain, And Romeo dead, and Juliet (dead before) Warm and new kill'd.

[comes. Prince. Search, feek, and know how this foul murther

Watch. Here is a Friar, and Naughter'd Romeo's man, With instruments upon them, fit to open These dead mens tombs.

Cap. Oh heav'n! oh wife, look how our daughter bleeds! This dagger hath mista’en, for lo the sheath Lyes empty on the back of Mountague, The point mis-sheathed in my daughter's bosom.

La. Cap. Oh me, this sight of death is as a bell,
That warns my old age to a fepulchre.

Enter Mountague.
Prince. Come, Mountague, for thou art early up,
To see thy fon and heir now early fallen.

Moun. Alas, my Liege, my wife is dead to-night,
Grief of my son's exile hath ftop'd her breath :
What further woe conspires against my age?

Prince. Look, and thou shalt see.

Moun. Oh thou uncaught, what manners is in this, To press before thy father to a grave?

Prince. Seal up the mouth of outrage for a while,
Till we can clear these ambiguities,
And know their spring, their head, their true descent ;
And then will I be General of your woes,
And lead you ev'n to death. Mean time forbear,
And let mischance be Nave to patience.
Bring forth the parties of suspicion.

Fri. I am the greatest, able to do least,
Yer most suspected, as the time and place
3/Do'make against me, of this direful murther ;
And here I stand both to impeach and purge
My felf condemned, and my self excus'd.

Prince,

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