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Ah me! how sweet is love itself possest,
When but love's shadows are so rich in joy
- Enter Balthasar.
News from Verona!—How now, Balthasar?
Dost thou not bring me letters from the friar?
How doth my lady? Is my father well?
How fares my Juliet? That I ask again;
For nothing can be ill, if she be well.
Balth. Then she is well, and nothing can be ill;
Her body sleeps in Capulet's monument,
And her immortal part with angels lives;
I saw her laid low in her kindred's vault,
And presently took post to tell it you:
O pardon me for bringing these ill news,
Since you did leave it for my office, sir.
Rom. Is it even so? then I defy you, stars!—
Thou know'st my lodging: get me ink and paper,
And hire post-horses; I will hence to-night.
Balth. Pardon me, sir, I dare not leave you thus:
Your looks are pale and wild, and do import
Some misadventure.
Rom. Tush, thou art deceiv'd ;
Leave me, and do the thing 1 bid thee do:
Hast thou no letters to me from the friar 2
Balth. No, my good lord.
Rom. No matter; get thee gone,
And hire those horses; I'll be with thee straight.
* . [Erit Balthasar,
Well, Juliet, I will lie with thee to-night.
Let’s see for means:—O, mischief! thou art swift
To enter in the thoughts of desperate men!
I do remember an apothecary, L
And hereabouts he dwells, whom late I noted
In tatter'd weeds, with overwhelming brows,
Culling of simples; meagre were his looks,
Sharp misery had worn him to the bones:
And in his needy shop a tortoise hung,
An alligator stuff"d, and other skins
Of ill-shap'd fishes; and about his shelves
A beggarly account of empty boxes,
Green earthen pots, bladders, and musty seeds,
Remnants of packthread, and old cakes of roses,
Were thinly scatter'd, to make up a show.
Noting this penury, to myself I said
An if a man did need a poison now,
Whose sale is present death in Mantua,
Here lives a caitiff wretch would sell it him.
O, this same thought did but fore-run my need;
And this same needy man must sell it me.
As I remember, this should be the house:
Being holiday, the beggar's shop is shut.
What, ho! apothecary
- Enter Apothecary.
Apo. Who calls so loud: [poor;
Rom. Come hither, man.—I see, that thou art
Hold, there is forty ducats: let me have
A dram of poison; such soon-speeding geer
As will disperse itself through all the veins,
That the life-weary taker may fall dead;
And that the trunk may be discharg'd of breath
As violently, as hasty powder fir’d
Doth hurry from the fatal cannon's womb. [law
Apo. Such mortal drugs I have; but Mantua's

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Is death, to any he that utters them. Rom. Art thouso bare, and full of wretchedness, And fear'st to die? Famine is in thy cheeks, Need and oppression starveth in thine eyes, 5|Upon thy back hangs ragged misery, 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. Apo. My poverty, but not my will, consents. 10| Row. I pay thy poverty, and not thy will. ... Put this in any liquid thing you will, And drink it off; and, if you had the strength Of twenty men, it would dispatch you straight. Rom. There is thy gold; worse poison to men's 15 souls, Doing more murders in this loathsome world, Than these poor compounds that thou may’s not I sell thee poison, thou hast sold me none. [sell: Farewell; buy food, and get thyself in flesh – 20|Come, cordial, and not poison; go with me To Juliet's grave, for there must I use thee.

[Ereunt. S C E N E II. Friar Lawrence's Cell. 25 Enter Friar John. John. Holy Franciscan friar! brother, ho! Enter Friar Lawrence. Law.This same should be the voiceoffriar John.-Welcome from Mantua: What says Romeo? 30|Or, if his mind be writ, give me his letter. John. Going to find a bare-foot brother out, One of our order, to associate me, Here in this city visiting the sick, And finding him, the searchers of the town, 35|Suspecting that we both were in a house Where the infectious pestilence did reign, Seal’d up the doors, and would not let us forth; So that my speed to Mantua there was stay’d. Law. Who bare my letter then to Romeo? 40, John. I could not send it, here it is again,_ Nor get a messenger to bring it thee, So fearful were they of infection. Law. Unhappy fortune! By my brotherhood, The letter was not nice, but full of charge 45|Qf dear import; and the neglecting it May do much danger: Friar John, go hence; Get me an iron crow, and bring it straight Unto my cell." John. Brother, I'll go and bring it thee. [Eiii. 50 Law. Now must I to the monument alone; Within these three hours will fair Juliet wake; She will beshrew me much, that Romeo | lath had no notice of these accidents: But I will write again to Mantua, 55|And keep her at my cell till Romeo come; Poor living corse, clos'd in a dead man's tomb!

[Erit S C E N E III. A Clurch-yard; in it, a Monument belonging to 60 the Capulets. Enter Paris, and his Page with a torch. Par. Give me thy torch, boy : Hence, and stand aloof;-

a trivial or foolish subject. Yet

Yet put it out, for I would not be seen. Under yon yew-trees lay thee all along, Holding thine ear close to the hollow ground; So shall no foot upon the church-yard tread, Being loose, unfirm, with digging up of graves) ut thou shalt hear it: whistle then to me, As signal that thou hear'st something approach. Give methose flowers. Do as I bid thee, go. Page. I am almost afraid to stand alone Here in the church-yard; yet I will adventure. [Erit. Par. Sweet flower, with flowers I strew thy bridal bed: [Strewing flowers. Sweet tomb, that in thy circuit dost contain The perfect model of eternity; Fair Juliet, that with angels Hot remain, Accept this latest favour at my hands; That living honour'd thee, and, being dead, With funeral praises do adorn thy tomb É. boy whistles. The boy gives warning; something doth approach. What cursed foot wanders this way to-night, To cross my obsequies, and true love's rites? What, with a torch —Muffle me, night, a while. Enter Romeo, and Balthasar with a torch, &c. 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'st or seest, 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 One : But if th: jealous, dost return to pry On what I further shall intend to do, By heaven, I will tear thee joint by joint, [limbs: And strew this hungry church-yard with thy The time and my intents are savage-wild; More fierce, and more inexorable far, Than empty tygers, or the roaring sea. Balth. § e gone, sir, and not trouble you. Rom. So shalt thou shew me friendship.–Take thou that: Live, and be prosperous; and farewell, good fellow. Balth. For all this same, I’ll hide me hereabout; His looks I fear, and his intents I doubt. [Erit Balthasar. Rom.Thou detestable maw, thou womb of death, Gorg'd with the dearest morsel of the earth, Thus I enforce thy rotten jaws to open, Breaking up the monument.



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And, in despight, I’ll cram thee with more food!

* That is, action of importance.—Gems were supposed to have great powers and virtues.

t Par. This is that banish’d haughty Montague, hat murder'd my love's cousin;–with which It is supposed, the fair creature dy’d,— [grief, And here is come to do some villainous shame

5 To the dead bodies: I will apprehend him.—

Stop thy unhallow'd toil, vile Montagne;
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 hi-
Good gentle youth, tempt not a desperate man,
Fly hence and leave me;—thinku |. these gone;
LCt them affright thee.—I beseech thee, youth,

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By urging me to fury:—O, be gone !
By heaven, I love thee better than myself;
For I come hither arm'd against myself:

Stay not, be gone;—live, and hereafter say—

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Par. I do defy thy conjuration’, And apprehend thee for a felon here. Rom. Wilt thou provoke me? then have at thee, boy. [They fight, Paris falls. Page. Olord! they fight: I will go call thewatch. Par. O, I am slain —If thou be merciful, Open the tomb, lay me with Juliet. [Dies. Rom. In faith, I will:—Let me peruse this face;—

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What said my man, when my betossed soul
Did not attend him as we rode? I think,
He told me, Paris should have marry'd Juliet:
Said he not so? or did I dream it so

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To think it was so?---O, give me thy hand, One writ with me in sour misfortune's book! I’ll bury thee in a triumphant grave, A grave? O, no; a lanthorn, slaughter'd youth, makes This vault a feasting presence' full of light. Death, lie thou there, by a dead man interr'd. [Laying Paris in the monument. How oft when men are at the point of death 5|Have they been merry which their keepers call A lightning before death: O, how may I Call this a lightning?—O, my love my wife! Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty:

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Is crimson in thy lips, and in thy cheeks,
And death's pale flag is not advanced there.--
Tybalt, ly'st thou there in thy bloody sheet?
O, what more favour can I do to thee,
Than with that hand that cut thy youth in twain,
To sunder his that was thine enemy?
Forgive me, cousin!—Ah, dear Juliet,

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* Paris

conceived Romeo to have burst open the monument for no other purpose than to do some rillainous shame on the dead bodies, such as witches are reported to have practised; and therefore tells him he defies him, and the magic arts which he suspects he is preparing to use.--To defy, also anciently meant to refuse or deny; therefore Paris may mean—I refuse to do as thou conjurest me to do, i. e. to depart.

* A presence is a public room.

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Why art thou yet so fair? Shall I believe—
I will believe (come lie thou in my arms)
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 will stay with thee;
And never from this palace of dim night
IDepart again: here, here will I remain
With worms that are thy chambermaids; O, here
Will I set up my everlästing rest";
And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars [last!
From this world-wearied flesh.—Eyes, look your
Arms, take your last embrace! and lips, O you
The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss
A dateless bargain to engrossing death!—
Come, bitter conduct", come, unsavoury guide!
Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on
The dashing ...!" thy sea-sick weary bark!
Here's to thy health, where'er thou tumblestin:
IIere's to my love!--[Drinks;]O, true apothecary"
Thydrugs are quick—Thus with a kiss I die. [Dics.
Enter Friar Lawrence, with a lanthorn, crow and
- spade. [night
Law. Saint Francis be my speed! how oft to-

Have my old feet stumbled at graves 1–Who's 25 there? w Enter Balthasar. Balth. Here’s one, a friend, and one that knows ou well. [friend,

Law. B. be upon you! Tell me, good my What torch is ...?, that vainly lends his light To grubs and eyeless sculls? As I discern, It burneth in the Capulets' monument. Balth. It doth so, holy sir; and there's my master, One that you love. Law. Who is it? Balth. Romeo. Law. How long hath he been there 2 Balth. Full half an hour. Law. Go with me to the vault. Balth. 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. [me; Law. Stay then, I'll go alone.--Fear comes upon O, much I fear some ill unlucky thing. Balth. As I did sleep under this yew-tree here, I dreamt my master and another fought, And that my master slew him. Law. Romeo?— Alack, alack, what blood is this, which stains The stony entrance of this sepulchre? What mean these masterless and gory swords To lie discolour’d by this place of peace? Romeo! O, 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.

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Jul. [waking.] O, comfortable friar, where is my lord?

I do remember well where I should be,
And there 1am :—Where is my Romeo?
[Noise within.
Law. I hear some noise.—Lady, come from that

nest Of death, contagion, and unnatural ‘sleep; A greater power than we can contradict Hath thwarted our intents; come, come away: Thy husband in thy bosom there lies dead; And Paris too; come, I’ll dispose of thee Among a sisterhood of holy nuns: Stay not to question, for the watch is coming; Come, go, good Juliet,_{noise again;] I dare stay no longer. [Eru. Jul. Go, get thee hence, for I will not away.— What's here: acup, clos'd in my true love's hāndo Poison, I sce, hath been his timeless end: () churl drink all; and leave no friendly drop, To help me after? I will kiss thy lips; IIaply, some poison yet doth hang on them, To make me die with a restorative. [Aisses him. Thy lips are warm Watch. [within..] Lead, boy:—Which way? Jul. Yea, noise?—then H'll be brief—O happy dagger! [Snatching Romeo's dagger. This is thy sheath; [stabs hers, g;] there rust, and let me die. Enter Watch, with the Page of Paris. Page. This is the place; there, where the torch doth burn. Match. The ground is bloody; Search about the church-yard: Go, some of you, whome'er you find, attach. [Ereunt some. Pitiful sight! here lies the county slain; 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 Montagues, some ... search:— We see the ground whereon these woes do lie; But the true ground of all these piteous woes We cannot without circumstance descry. Enter some of the is atch, with Balthasar. 2 H atch. Iłere’s Romeo's man, we found him in the church-yard. 1 hoatch. Hold him in safety, 'till the prince come hither. Enter another JPatchman, with Friar Lawrence. 3 Watch. Here is a friar, that trembles, sighs, and weeps: We took this mattock and this spade from him, As he was coming from this church-yard side. 1 Hatch. A great suspicion; Stay the friar too. 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, &c. Cap. Whatshould it be,that they so shrick abroad: La. Cap. The people in the street cry—Romeo,

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* See a note on scene 5th of the preceding act.—To set up one's rest, is to be determined to any

certain purpose, to rest in perfect confidence and resolution, * This accident was reckoned ominous. Juliet, which was unnatural, being brought on by drugs.

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to make up one's mind. * Conduct : Shakspeare alludes to the sleep of


With open out-cry, toward our monument.
Prince. What fear is this, which startles in our
ears 2
Watch.Sovereign,hereliesthe county Paris slain;
And Romeo dead; and Juliet, dead before,
Warm, and new kill’d.
Arince. Search, seek, and know how this foul
murder comes.
Patch. Here is afriar, and slaughter'd Romeo's

man ; . . . With instruments upon them, fit to open These dead men's tombs. Cap. O, heaven!—O, wife' look how our daughter bleeds! This dagger hath mista'en, for, lo! his house Lies empty on the back' of Montague, And it mis-sheathed in my daughter's bosom. La. Cap. O me! this sight of death is as a bell That warns my old age to a sepulchre. Enter Montague, and others. Prince.Come, Montague, for thou art early up, To see thy son and heir more early down. Mon. Alas, my liege, my wife is dead to-night; Grief of my son's exile hath stopp'd her breath: What further woe conspires against my age? Prince. Look, and thou shalt see. Mon. Othou untaught! what manners is in this, To press before thy father to a grave? Prince. Seal up the mouth of outrage fora 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 even to death: Mean time forbear, And let mischance be slave to patience.— Bring forth the parties of suspicion. Law. I am the greatest, able to do least, Yet most suspected, as the time and place Doth make against me, of this direful murder; And here I stand, both to impeach and purge Myself condemned and myself excus’d. Prince. Then say at once what thou dost know in this. Law. I will be brief, for my short date of breath Is not so long as is a tedious tale. Romeo, there dead, was husband to that Juliet; And she, there dead, that Romeo's faithful wife: I married them, and their stolen marriage-day Was Tybalt's dooms-day, whose untimely death Banish'd the new-made bridegroom from this city; For whom, and not for Tybalt, Juliet pin'd. You—to remove that siege of grief from her— Betroth'd, and would have married her perforce, To county Paris:—Then comes she to me; And, with wild looks, bid me devise some means To rid her from this second marriage, Or, in my cell, there would she kill herself. Then gave I her, so tutor'd by my art, A sleeping potion; which so took effect As I intended, for it, wrought on her The form of death: mean time I writ to Rome, That he should hither come as this dire night,

* It appears that the dagger *

To help to take her from her borrow'd grave,
Being the time the potion's force should cease.
But he, which bore my letter, friar John,
Was stay’d by accident; and yesternight
Return'd my letter back: Then all alone,
At the prefixed hour of her waking,
Came I to take her from her kindred's vault;
Meaning to keep her closely at my cell,
Till I conveniently could send to Romeo:
But, when I came, (some minute ere the time
Qf her awaking) here untimely lay -
The noble Paris, and true Romeo, dead.
She wakes; and I entreated her come forth,
And bear this work of heaven with patience:
But then a noise did scare me from the tomb;
And she, too desperate, would not go with me,
But (as it seems) did violence on herself.
All this I know: and to the marriage
Her nurse is privy : And, if aught in this
Miscarry’d by my fault, let my old life
Be sacrific'd, some hour before his time,
Unto the rigour of severest law.
Prince. We still have known thee for a holy
Where's Romeo's man what can he say to this?
Balth. I brought my master news of Juliet's
death; -
And then in post he came from Mantua,
To this same place, to this same monument.

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30|This letter he early bid me give his father;

And threaten’d me with death, going in the vault, If I departed not, and left him there. Prince. Give me the letter, I will look on it. Where is the county's page that rais'd the watch?-35|Sirrah, what made your master in this place? Page. He came with flowers to strew his lady's

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And bid me stand aloof, and so I did:
Anon, comes one with light to ope the tomb;
And, by-and-by, my master drew on him;
And then I ran away to call the watch.

Prince. This letter doth make good the friar's


Their course of love, the tidings of her death:
And here he writes, that he did buy a poison
Of a poor 'pothecary, and therewithal
Came to this vault to die, and lie with Juliet.—
Where be these enemies? Capulet! Montague !---
See, what a scourge is laid upon your hate,
That heaven finds meanstokill yourjoys with love!
And I, for winking at your discords too,
Have lost a brace of kinsmen:---all are punish'd.

Cap. O, brother Montague, give me thy hand:
This is my daughter's jointure, for no more
Can I demand.

Mon. But I can give thee more
For I will raise her statue in pure gold;
That, while Verona by that name is known,
There shall no figure at such rate be set,
As that of true and faithful Juliet.

Cap. As rich shall Romeo by his lady lie;
Poor sacrifices of our enmity

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s anciently worn behind the back. S 3 - - Prince. Prince. A glooming peace this morning with Some shall be pardon'd, and some punished'. it brings; For never was a story of more woe, The sun, for sorrow, will not shew his head: Than this of Juliet and her Romeo.

Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things; [Ereunt omna.

* Mr. Steevens says, that this line has reference to the novel from which the fable is taken. Here we read that Juliet's female attendant was banished for concealing her marriage; Romeo's servant set at liberty, because he had only acted in obedience to his master's orders; the apothecary taken, tortured, condemned, and hanged; while friar Lawrence was permitted to retire to a hermitage in the neighbourhood of Verona, where he ended his life in penitence and peace.


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