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To the dead bodies: I will apprehend him.
Stop thy unhallow'd toil, vile Mountague: 2
Can vengeance be purfu'd further than death?
Condemned villain, I do apprehend thee;
Obey, and go with me, for thou muft die. *

Rom. I muft indeed, and therefore came I hither.
Good gentle youth, tempt not a defp'rate man,
Fly hence and leave me: think upon thofe gone,
Let them affright thee. I befeech thee, youth,
Pull not another fin upon my head,

By urging me to fury. Oh be gone!
By heav'n, I love thee better than my self;
For I come hither arm'd against my self.
Par. I do defie thy commiferation,

And apprehend thee for a felon here.

Rom. Wilt thou provoke me? then have at thee, boy.

Page.

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

Par. Oh I am flain; if thou be merciful,

Open the tomb, lay me with Juliet.

Rom. In faith, I will let me perufe this face-
Mercutio's kinfman! Noble County Paris!
What faid my man, when my betoffed foul
Did not attend him as we rode? I think
He told me Paris fhould have married Juliet.
Said he not fo? or did I dream it fo?
Or am I mad, hearing him talk of Juliet,
To think it was fo? 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 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 conquer'd, beauty's enfign yet
Is crimfon 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,

[Watch. [Dies.

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Than with that hand that cut thy youth in twain,
To funder his that was thy enemy?

Forgive me, coufin.Ah dear Juliet,
Why art thou yet fo fair? fhall I believe
That unfubftantial death is amorous,
And that the lean abhorred monster keeps
Thee here in dark, to be his paramour?
For fear of that, I ftill will ftay 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 fet up my everlasting reft;

And shake the yoke of inaufpicious ftars

From this world-weary'd flesh. Eyes, look your last! Arms, take your laft embrace! and lips, oh you

The doors of breath, feal with a righteous kifs

A dateless bargain to engroffing death!!

Come, bitter conduct! come, unfavoury guide!
Thou defp'rate pilot, now at once run on

The dafhing rocks my fea-fick weary

bark:

Here's to my love! oh true apothecary! [Drinks the poison. Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die.

[Dies.

Enter Friar Lawrence with lantborn, crow and fpade. Fri. St. Francis be my fpeed, how oft to-night Have my old feet ftumbled at graves? who's there? Bal. Here's one, a friend, and one that knows you well. Fri. Blifs be upon you! Tell me, good my friend, What torch is yond, that vainly lends his light To grubs and eyelefs fculls? as I difcern,

It burneth in the Capulets monument.

Bal. It doth fo, holy Sir,

And there's my mafter, 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.

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Bal.

Bal. I dare not, Sir.

My master knows not but I am gone hence,
And fearfully did menace me with death,
If I did ftay 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 fleep under this yew-tree here,
I dreamt my mafter and another fought,
And that my mafter flew him.

Fri. Romeo?

Alack, alack, what blood is this which stains
The ftony entrance of this fepulchre?
What mean these masterlefs and goary fwords
To lye difcolour'd by this place of peace?
Romeo! oh pale! who elfe? what, Paris too?
And fteep'd in blood? ah what an unkind hour
Is guilty of this lamentable chance?

The Lady ftirs.

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 fome noife! Lady, come from that neft
Of death, contagion, and unnatural fleep;

A greater Power than we can contradict,
Hath thwarted our intents; come, come away;
Thy husband in thy bofom there lyes dead,
And Paris too-Come, I'll difpofe of thee,
Among a fifterhood of holy Nuns:
Stay not to queftion, for the Watch is coming.

Jul. Go, get thee hence, for I will not away:
What's here? a cup clos'd in my true love's hand?
Poison I fee hath been his timeless end.

Oh churl, drink all, and leave no friendly drop
To help me after? I will kifs thy lips,

Haply fome poifon yet doth hang on them;
Thy lips are warm,

[Exit.

Enter

Enter Boy and Watch.

Watch. Lead, boy; which way?
Jul. Yea, noife?

Then I'll be brief. O happy dagger! [Finding a Dagger.
This is thy fheath, there ruft 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 fome of you, whome'er you find attach.

[Exeunt fome of the Watch. Pitiful fight! here lies the County flain, 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, fome others fearch.

Enter fome of the Watch with Balthafar.

2 Watch. Here's Romeo's man, we found him in the church-yard.

1 Watch. Hold him in fafety '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 fpade from him, As he was coming from this church-yard fide. I Watch. A great fufpición: ftay the Friar too.

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Enter the Prince and Attendants.

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

Enter Capulet and Lady Capulet.

Cap. What should it be that they fo fhriek abroad?
La. Cap. The people in the street cry Romeo,
Some Juliet, and fome Paris; and all run

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2 Search about the church-yard;

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With open out-cry tow'rd our monument.

Prince. What fear is this which fstartles in your ears? Watch, Sovereign, here lyes the County Paris flain, And Romeo dead, and Juliet (dead before)

Warm and new kill'd.

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Prince. Search, feek, and know how this foul murther Watch. Here is a Friar, and flaughter'd Romeo's man, With inftruments upon them, fit to open

These dead mens tombs.

Cap. Oh heav'n! oh wife, look how our daughter bleeds!
This dagger hath mifta'en, for lo the fheath
Lyes empty on the back of Mountague,

The point mif-fheathed in my daughter's bofom.
La. Cap. Oh me, this fight 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 fee thy fon and heir now early fallen.

Moun. Alas, my Liege,, my wife is dead to-night,
Grief of my fon's exile hath ftop'd her breath
What further woe confpires against my age?
Prince. Look, and thou fhalt fee.

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

Prince. Seal up the mouth of outrage for a while,
Till we can clear thefe ambiguities,

And know their fpring, their head, their true defcent
And then will I be General of your woes,

And lead you ev'n to death. Mean time forbear,
And let mifchance be flave to patience.

Bring forth the parties of fufpicion.

Fri. I am the greatest, able to do least,
Yet moft fufpected, as the time and place

3'Do make against me, of this direful murther;
And here I ftand both to impeach and purge
My felf condemned, and my felf excus'd.

Prince.

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