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Here lives a caitiff wretch would sell it him.
Oh, this fame thought did but fore-run my need,
And this fame 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.
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 disperse itself thro' all the veins,
That the life-weary taker


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.

Ap. Such mortal drugs I have, but Mantua's law
Is death to any he that utters them.

Rom.' Art thou so bare and full of wretchedness,

And fear'st to die? Famine is in thy cheeks;
• Need and Oppression stare within thine eyes,
• Contempt and Beggary hang upon thy back.
• The world is not thy friend, nor the world's law;
• The world affords no law to make thee riclr,
• Then be not poor, but break it, and take this.

Ap My poverty, but not my will, confents.
Rom. I pay thy poverty, and not thy will.

Ap. 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 mens' souls,
Doing more murthers in this lothsome world,
Than these poor compounds that thou may'lt not sell.
I sell thee poison, thou hast sold me none.
Farewel, buy food, and get thee into fesh.
Come, cordial, and not poison; go with me
To juliet's grave, for there must I use thee. [Exeunt

SCENE II. Changes to the monastery at Verona.

Enter Friar John.
Foba, Holy Franciscan Friar ! brother! ho !

Seal’d up

Enter Friar Lawrence to him.
Law, This same Ahould be the voice of Friar John..
Welcome from Mantua ; what says Romeo ?
Or, if his mind be writ, give ine his letter.

John. Going to find a bare-foot brother out,
One of our order, to affociate me,
Here in this city visiting the sick ;
And finding him, the searches of the town,
Suspecting that we both were in a house
Where the infectious pestilence did reigr;

the doors, and would not let us forth; So that my speed to Mantua there was staid.

Law. Who bore my letter then to Romeo ?

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,
Of dear import; and the neglecting it
May do much danger. Friar John, go hence,
Get me an iron crow, and bring it fraight
Unto my cell.

Jobn. Brother, I'll go and bring it thee. [Èxit.

Law, Now must I to the monument alone ; Within these three bours will fair Juliet wake; She will beshrew me much, that Romeo Hath had no notice of thele accidents : But I will write again to Mantua, And keep her at my cell till Romeo come. Poor living corse, clos'a in a dead man's comb'! [Exit.

SC E N E II. Changes to a church-yard: in it a monument belonging

to the Capulets.

Enter Paris, and his Page, with a light. Par. Give me thy torch, boy; heace and stand aloof. Yet put it out, for I would not be seen. Under yond yew-trees lay thee all along, Laying thy ear close to the hollow ground; • nice, for of trifling importa


So shall no foot upon the church-yard tread,
(Being loose, unfirm, with digging up of graves),
But thou shalt hear it: whistle then to me,
As fignal that thou hear'it something approach.
Give me those flow'rs. Do as I bid thee ; go.

Page. I am almost afraid to stand alone
Here in the church-yard, yet I will adventure, [Exit.
Par, Sweet flow'r! with Aow'rs thy bridal bed I

[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 funeral obsequies adorn thy tomb.

[The boy whifles. -The boy gives warning, something doth approach ; 11 hat cursed foot wanders this way to niglit, To cross my obsequies, and true love's rites? Albat! with a torch? muffle me, night, a while.

S CE N E IV... Enter Romeo and Balthasar with a light. 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, 1 charge thee, Whate'er thou hear'lt 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 gone. But if thou, jealous, dolt return to pry In what I further shall intend to do, By heaven, I will tear thee joint by joint, And Itrew this hungry church-yard with thy limbs; The time and my intents are savage, wild, More fierce and more inexorable far Than empty tygers, or the roaring sea,

Balth. I will be gone, Sir, and not trouble you.

Rom. So m.ilt thou shew ine friendship. Take

thou that; Live and be prosp'rous, and farewel, good fellow.

Balth. For all this fame, I'll hide me hereabout;
His looks I fear, and his intents I doubt. [Exit Balth,

Rom. Thou maw detestable, thou womb of death,
Gorg'd with the dearest morsel of the earth,
Thus I ipforce thy rotten jaws to open,

[Breaking open the monument. And in despight I'll cram thee with more food.

Par. This is that banilh'd haughty Montague,
That murther'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 wnhallow'd toil, vile Montague,
Can vengeance be prorfield further chan death?
Condemned villain, I do appichond thee;
Obey, and go with me, for thou mult ait.

Roi. 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 beseech 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 myself ;-
For I came hither arm'd against myself.
Stay not, begone : live, and hereafter say;
A madman's mercy bade thee run away.

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

[They fight, Paris fails Page. Oh Lord, they hight! I will go call the watch,

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

[Dies. Rom. In faith, I will: let me peruse this faceMercutio's kinsman ! Noble County Paris ! What said my man, when my betofled soul Did not attend him as we rode? I think He told me, Paris should have married Juliet,


how may

Said he not so? or did I dream it so ?
Or am I mad, hearing him talk of Juliet,
To think it was so? Oh give me thy land,
One writ with me in four Misfortune's book,
I'll bury thee in a triumphant grave.
A {rave? ( no; a lanthorn, flaughter'd youth ;
For here lies Joliet ; and her beauty makes
This vault a tealting 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,
Have they been merry? which their keepers call
A lightning before death.-

I Call this a lighining!--O my love, my wife ! Death, that hath fuck'd the honey of thy breath, Jlat had no power yer upon thiy beauty. Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's ensign quo Is crimson in thy lips, and in ghis-aceks, And Death's pale fan wut advanced there, Tybalt, ly'ninou there in thy bloody Theer ? Oh, what more favour can I do to thee, Than with that hand that cut thy youth in twain, To funder his that was thy enemy? Forgive me, coulin. Ah dear Juliet, Why'art t'ou yet io fair? hall 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 tbis 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 relt; And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars From this world-weary'd flesh. Eyes, look your last! Arms, take


last embrace ! and lips, oh you 7 he doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss A datelels bargain to ingrossing death! Come, bitter conduct ! come, unsav'ry guide! Thou delp’rate pilot, now at once run on The dathing rocks my tea-fick, 'weary bark,

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