Here lives a caitiff wretch would fell it him.

Oh, this fame thought did but fore-run my need,
And this fame needy man must fell it me.
As I remember, this fhould be the house.
Being holiday, the beggar's fhop is fhut..
What, ho! Apothecary!

Enter Apothecary.

Ap. Who calls so loud?

Rom. Come hither, man; I fee that thou art poor: Hold, there is forty ducats: let me have

A dram of poifon, fuch foon-fpeeding geer,
As will difperfe itself thro' all the veins,
That the life-weary taker may fall dead;
And that the trunk may be difcharg'd of breath,
As violently as hafty 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 ft to die? Famine is in thy cheeks;
• Need and Oppreffion ftare 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 rich,
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 ftrength
Of twenty men, it would difpatch you straight.

Rom. There is thy gold, worfe poifon to mens' fouls, Doing more murthers in this lothrome world,

Than thefe poor compounds that thou may't not fell.
I fell thee poifon, thou haft fold me none.
Farewel, buy food, and get thee into flesh.
Come, cordial, and not poifon; 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.

John. Holy Francifcan Friar! brother! ho!

Enter Friar Lawrence to him.

Law. This fame fhould be the voice of Friar John.Welcome from Mantua; what fays Romeo? Or, if his mind be writ, give me his letter. John. Going to find a bare-foot brother out, One of our order, to affociate me,

Here in this city vifiting the fick ;

And finding him, the fearches of the town,
Sufpecting that we both were in a house
Where the infectious peftilence did reigr,
Seal'd up the doors, and would not let us forth;
So that my speed to Mantua there was ftaid.
Law. Who bore my letter then to Romeo?
John. I could not fend it; here it is again;
Nor get a meffenger 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 Atraight
Unto my cell.

John. Brother, I'll go and bring it thee.
Law, Now muft I to the monument alone;

Within these three hours will fair Juliet wake;
She will befhrew me much, that Romeo
Hath had no notice of thefe accidents :

But I will write again to Mantua,

And keep her at my cell till Romeo come.

[Exit.

Poor living corse, clos'a in a dead man's tomb! [Exit.

S CE N E III.

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; hence and stand aloof. Yet put it out, for I would not be feen.

Under yond yew-trees lay thee all along,
Laying thy ear clofe to the hollow ground;

• nice, for of trifling import.

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So fhall no foot upon the church-yard tread,
(Being loofe, unfirm, with digging up of graves),
But thou fhalt hear it: whittle then to me,
As fignal that thou hear'ft fomething approach.
Give me thofe 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 flow'rs thy bridal bed I
[Strewing flowers.

ftrew.

Fair Juliet, that with angels doft remain,
Accept this latest favour at my hand;
That living honour'd thee, and, being dead,
With funeral obfequies adorn thy tomb.

[The boy whiftles. -The boy gives warning, fomething doth approach; What curfed foot wanders this way to night,

To cross my obfequies, and true love's rites?
What! with a torch? muffle me, night, a while.

Enter Romeo and Balthafar 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, I charge thee,
Whate'er thou hear'ft or feeft, ftand all aloof,
And do not interrupt me in my course.
Why I defcend 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

In what I further fhall intend to do,

By heaven, I will tear thee joint by joint,

And ftrew this hungry church-yard with thy limbs;
The time and my intents are favage, wild,

More fierce and more inexorable far
Than empty tygers, or the roaring fea.

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

Rom. So fhalt thou fhew me friendship.

thou that;

-Take

Live and be profp'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 deteftable, thou womb of death, Gorg'd with the dearest morfel of the earth,

Thus I inforce thy rotten jaws to open,

[Breaking open the monument.

And in defpight I'll cram thee with more food.

Par. This is that banish'd haughty Montague, That murther'd my love's coufin; (with which grief, It is fuppofed, the fair creature dy'd);

And here is come to do fome villanous fhame
To the dead bodies. I will apprehend him.
Stop thy hallow'd toil, vile Montague,
Can vengeance bef'd further than death?
Condemned villain, I do apprehend thee;
Obey, and go with me, for thou mult at.

Rom. I muft, indeed, and therefore came I hither.Good gentle youth, tempt not a defp'rate man;

Fly hence and leave me

think upon thofe gone,
Let them affright thee. 1 befeech 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 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 commiferation,

And apprehend thee for a felon here.

Rom. Wilt thou provoke me? then have at thee, boy.
[They fight, Paris fails.
Page. Oh Lord, they fight! I will go call the watch,
Par. Oh, I am flain; if thou be merciful,

Open the tomb, lay me with Juliet.

Rom. In faith, I will: let me perufe this face-
Mercutio's kinfman! Noble County Paris!
What faid my man, when my betoffed foul
Did not attend him as we rode? I think
He told me, Paris fhould have married Juliet.
G. 2.

[Dies.

Said he not fo? or did I dream it fo?
Or am I mad, hearing him talk of Juliet,
To think it was fo? Oh give me thy hand,
One writ with me in four Misfortune's book,
I'll bury thee in a triumphant grave.

A grave? Ono; a lanthorn, flaughter'd youth;
For here lies Juliet; and her beauty makes
This vault a fealting prefence 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.. -O, how may I
Call this a lightning!-O my love, my wife!
Death, that hath fuck'd the honey of thy breath,
Ham had no power yet upon thy beauty.
Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's ensign yet
Is crimson in thy lips, and in the aceks,
And Death's pale flant advanced there.
Tybalt, ly'ninou there in thy bloody theet?
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, coufin. Ah dear Juliet,
Why art thou yet fo fair? fhall i believe
That unfubftantial Death is amorous,
And that the lean abhorred monster keeps
Thee here in dark, to be his paramour!
For fear of that, I ftill will stay with thee;
And never from this 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 reft;

And shake the yoke of inaufpicious stars

From this world-weary'd flesh. Eyes, look your last!
Arms, take your last embrace! and lips, oh you
The doors of breath, feal with a righteous kifs
A datelefs bargain to ingroffing death!
Come, bitter conduct! come, unfav'ry guide!
Thou defp'rate pilot, now at once run on
The dafhing rocks my fea-fick, weary bark,