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Baltha. Pardon me, Sir, I dare not leave you thus.
Rom. Tush, thou art deceiv'd;
Baltha. No, my good Lord.
Rom. No matter : get thee gone,
Enter Apothecary. Ap. Who calls so loud ?
Rom. Come hither, man; I see, that thou art poor ; Hold, there is forty ducats :: let me have A dram of poison, such foon-speeding geer,
As will difperse itself thro' all the veins,
Ap. Such mortal drugs I have, but Mantua's law
Rom. Art thou fo bare and full of wretchednefs,
Ap. My poverty, but not my will, consents.
Ap. Put this in any liquid thing you will,
Rom. There is thy gold; worse poison to men's souls, Doing more murders in this loathsome world, Than these poor compounds that thou may'it not sell: I fell thee poison, thou hast sold me none. Farewel, buy food, and get thee into Aesh. Come, cordial, and not poison; go To Juliet's grave, for there must I use thee. [Exeunt.
SCENE changes to the Monastery at Verona.
Enter Friar Jahn.
Enter Friar Lawrence to him.
John. Going to find a bare-foot brother out,
And finding him, the searchers of the town,
Law. Who bore my letter then to Romeo ?
Johr. I could not fend it; here it is again ;
Law. Unhappy fortune ! by my brotherhood,
Law. Now muft I to the monument alone;
SCENE changes to a Church-yard : In it, e
Monument belonging to the Capulets.
Enter Paris, and his Page, with a light.
it out, for I would not be seen:
Page. I am almost afraid to stand alone Here in the church-yard, yet I will adventure. [Exit. Par. Sweet flow'r! with flow'rs thy bridal bed I strew:
[Strewing flowers. Fair Juliet, that with angels doft remain, Accept this latest favour at my hand ; That living honour'd thee, and, being dead, With fun’ral obsequies adorn thy tomb. [The boy whistles. - The bay gives warning, fomething doth approach ;What cursed foot wanders this way to-night, To cross my obsequies, and true-love's rite ? What! with a torch? muffle me, night, a while.
Enter Romeo and Balthafar with a light, (15) 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'it or feeft, stand all aloof, And do not interrupt me in my course. Why I descend 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
(15) Enter Romeo and Peter with a Light. )
But Peter was a Servant of the Capulets: besides, he brings the Mattock and Crow to wrench open Juliet's Grave, an Office hardly to be intrusted with a Servant of that Family. We find a little above, at the Viry Beginning of this Act, Balthafar is the Person who brings Romeo the News of his Bride's Death: and yet, at the Close of the Play, Peter takes upon him to depose that he brought those Tidings. Utri creditis, Quirites ? --In short, We heard Balthasar deliver the Mersage; and therefore Peter is a lying Evidence, suborned by the blun. dering Editors. We must therefore cashier him, and put Palthasar on his proper Duty. The Source of this Error seems easy to be accounted for; Peter's Character ending in the fourth Act, it is very probable the same Person might play Baltbafar, and so be quoted on in the Prompter's Book as Peter.
In what. I further shall intend to do,
Rom. So shalt thou shew me friendship.---Take thoa Live and be prosp'rous, and farewel, good fellow.
Balth. For all this same, I'll hide me hereabout; His looks I fear, and his intents I doubt. [Exit Balth.
Rom Thou deteftable maw, thou womb of death,
[Breaking open the Monuments And in despight I'll cram thee with more food.
Par. This is that banisht haughty Montagule, That murder'd my love's cousin; (with which grief, It is supposed, the fair creature dy'd,) And here is come to do some villanous shame To the dead bodies : I will apprehend him. Stop thy unhallow'd toil, vile Montague : Can vengeance be pursu'd further than death? Condemned villain, I do apprehend thee; Obey, and go with me, for thou muit die..
Rom. I must, indeed, and therefore came I hither.Good gentle youth, tempt not a defp'rate man ; Fly hence and leave me: think upon these gone, Let them àffright thee. I beseech 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 myself; For I come hither arm’d against myself. Stay not, be gone ; live, and hereafter saya A madman's mercy bade thee run away.
Par. I do defy thy commiseration, And apprehend thee for a felon here..