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Here lives a caitiff wretch would sell it him.
Rom. Come hither, man; I see that thou art poor :
Ap. Such mortal drugs I have, but Mantua's law
Rom.' Art thou so bare and full of wretchedness,
And fear'st to die? Famine is in thy cheeks;
Ap My poverty, but not my will, confents.
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,
SCENE II. Changes to the monastery at Verona.
Enter Friar John.
Enter Friar Lawrence to him.
John. Going to find a bare-foot brother out,
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 ;
Law, Unhappy fortune! by my brotherhood,
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,
Page. I am almost afraid to stand alone
[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;
Rom. Thou maw detestable, thou womb of death,
[Breaking open the monument. And in despight I'll cram thee with more food.
Par. This is that banilh'd haughty Montague,
Roi. I must, indeed, and therefore came I hither.
Par, I do defy thy commiseration,
[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,
Said he not so? or did I dream it so ?
[Laying Paris in the monument,
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,