Prince. Then fay at once what thou doft know in this: Romeo, there dead, was husband to that Juliet ; The form of death. Mean time I write to Romeo, 4 Minute But, But, as it seems, did violence on her felf. Prince. We still have known thee for an holy man. Prince. Give me the letter, I will look on it. Where is the County's page that rais'd the Watch? Sirrah, what made your mafter in this place? Page. He came with flowers to ftrew his Lady's grave, And bid me ftand aloof, and so I did: Anon comes one with light to ope the tomb, And by and by my mafter drew on him, And then I ran away to call the Watch. Prince. This letter doth make good the Friar's words, Of a poor 'pothecary, and therewithal That heav'n finds means to kill your joys with love! Moun. But I can give thee more, That That while Verona by that name is known, Cap. As rich fhall Romeo by his lady lye; Prince. A gloomy peace this morning with it brings, The fun for forrow will not fhew his head; Go hence to have more talk of these fad things; Some shall be pardon'd, and fome punished. For never was a ftory of more woe, Than this of Juliet and her Romeo. [Exeunt omnes. HAMLET, |