Here's to my love! oh, true apothecary!

[Drinks the poison. Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kifs I die. [Dies. Enter Friar Lawrence with lanthorn, crow, and spade. Fri. St Francis be my fpeed! how oft to-night Have my old feet ftumbled at graves? Who's there? Enter Balthafar.

Balth. Here's one, a friend, and one that knows. you well.

Fri. Bliss be upon you! Tell me, good my friend, ›
What torch is yond that vainly lends his light
To grubs and eyelefs fculls? as I difcern,
It burneth in the Capulets monument.
Balth. It doth fo, holy Sir,,

And there's my mafter, one you dearly love..
Fri. Who is it?

Balth. Romeo,

Fri. How long hath he been there?:
Balth. Full half an hour.

Fri. Go with me to the vault.

Balth I dare not, Sir.

My mafter knows not but I am gone hence;"
And fearfully did menace me with death,

If I did ftay to look on his intents.

Fri. Stay then, I'll go alone; fear comes upon ms;; O, much I fear fome ill unlucky thing..

Balth. As I did fleep under this yew-tree here, I'dream'd my mafter and another fought,

And that my master flew him.

Fri. Romeo !:

Alack, alack, what blood is this, which ftains
The ftony entrance of this fepulchre ?

What mean these masterlefs and goary fwords,

To lie difcolour'd by this place of peace?

Romeo! oh pale! Who elfe? what! Paris too? :
And steep'd in blood? ah what an unkind hour
Is guilty of this lamentable chance?

The lady flirs,

Ful. [awaking.] Oh comfortable Friar, where is myy I do remember well where I fhould be;

[Lord?:

And there I am; but where is Romeo ?

Fri. I hear fome noife! Lady, come from that neft Cf death, contagion, and unnatural fleep;

A greater power than we can contradict,

Hath thwarted our intents; come, come away;

Thy hand in thy bofony there lies dead,

And Paris too,

·Come, I'll difpole of thee

Amongst a fillerhood of holy runs.

Stay not to question, for the watch is coming.
Come, go, good Juliet; I dare no longer ftay. [Exit.
Jul. Go, get thee hence, for I will not away.
What's here ? a cup, clos'd in my true love's hand ?-
Poifon, fee, hath been his timeless end.

Oh churl, drink all, and leave no friendly drop

To help me after? I will kifs thy lips;

Hapily fome poifon yet doth hang on them;
To make me die with a restorative.

Thy lips are warm,

Watch. Lead, boy, which way?.

Enter Boy and Watch..

Jul Yea, noife?

Then I'll be briet. O happy dagger !

[Finding a dagger.

This is thy fheath, there ruft and let me die,

[Kills her felf. Boy. This is the place; there where the torch doth

burn.

Watch. be ground is bloody. Search about the church-yard.

Go, fome of you, whom e'er you find, attach.

[Exeunt fome of the Watch.. Pitiful fight! here lies the County flain, And Juliet bleeding, warm, and newly dead, Who here hath lain thefe two days buried. Go, tell the Prince, run to the Capulets, Raife up the Montagues; fome others, fearchWe fee the ground whereon these woes do lie: But the true ground of all thefe piteous woes We cannot without circumstance defcry.

Euter fome of the Watch, with Balthafar.

2 Watch. Here s Romeo's man, we found him in the burch-yard..

1 Watch. Hold him in fafety, till the Prince comes hither.

Enter another Watchman with Friar Lawrence.

3 Watch. Here is a Friar that trembles, fighs, and

weeps.

We took this mattock and this fpade from him,
As he was coming from this church-yard fide,
1 Watch. A great fufpicion: stay the Friar too..

SCENE V. Enter the Prince, and Attendants.
Prince. What mifadventure is so early up,
That calls our perfon from our morning's rest?
Enter Capulet and Lady Capulet.

Cap. What fhould it be, that they fo fhriek abroad?
La. Cap. The people in the street cry, Romeo;
Some, Juliet; and fome, Paris; and all run
With open out- cry tow'rd our momument.

Prince. What fear is this which startles in your ears? Watch. Sovereign, here lies the County Paris flain, And Romeo dead, and Juliet (dead before) Warm and new kill'd..

Prince, Search, seek, and know, how this foul murther comes.

Watch. Here is a Friar and flaughter'd Romeo's man, With inftruments upon them, fit to open

Thefe dead men's tombs,

Cap. Oh, heav'n! oh, wife! look how our daughter

bleeds!

This dagger hath mifta'en; for, lo! the sheath
Lies empty on the back of Montague,
The point mif fheathed in my daughter's bofom.
La. Cap. Oh me, this fight of death is as a bell,
That warms my. old age to a fepulchre.

Enter Montague.

Prince. Come, Montague, for thou art early up, To fee thy fon and heir now early down.

Mon. Alas, my Liege, my wife is dead to night; Grief of my fon's exile hath stopt her breath : What further woe confpires against my age?

Prince. Look, and thou fhalt fee,

Mon. Oh, thou untaught! what manners is in this, To prefs before thy father to a grave ?

Prince. Seal up the mouth of Outrage for a while,
Till we can clear thefe ambiguities,

And know their fpring, their head, their true defcent
And then will I be General of your woes,

And lead ev'n to death. Mean time forbear,
you
And let Mifchance be flave to Patience.
Bring forth the parties of fufpicion.

Fri. I am the greatest, able to do least,
Yet moft fufpected; as the time and place
Doth make against me, of this direful murther;
And here I ftand both to impeach and purge
My felf condemned, and myfelf excus'd.

Prince. Then fay at once what thou doft know in this.
Fri. I will be brief, for my fhort date of breath

Is not fo long ås is a tedious tale.

Romeo, there dead, was husband to that Juliet ;
And fhe, there dead, that Romeo's faithful wife:
1 married them; and their ftoln marriage-day
Was Tybalt's doom's day, whofe untimely death
Banish'd the new-made bridegroom from this city;
For whom, and not for Tybalt, Juliet pined.
You, to remove that fiege of grief from her,
Betroth'd, and would have married her perforce
Then comes the to me,
To County Paris.

And, with wild looks, bid me devise fome means.
To rid her from this fecond marriage;

Or, in my cell, there would fhe kill herself.
Then gave I her (fo tutor'd by my art)
A fleeping potion, which fo took effect
As I intended; for it wrought on her

The form of death. Mean time I writ to Romeo,
That he should hither come, as this dire night,
To help to take her from her borrowed grave;
Being the time the potion's force fhould ceafe.
But he which bore my letter, Friar John,
Was ftaid by accident; and yesternight
Return'd my letter back; then all alone,
At the prefixed hour of her awaking,

Came I to take her from her kindred's vault::

Meaning to keep her clofely at my cell,
Till I conveniently could fend to Romeo.
But when I came, (fome minute ere the time
Of her awaking), here untimely lay
The Noble Paris and true Romeo dead.
She wakes, and I intreated her come forth.
And bear this work of heav'n with pacience :
But then a noife did fcare me from the tomb,
And she, too desp'rate, would not go with me:
But, as it feems, did violence on herself.
All this I know, and to the marriage
Her nurie is privy; but if aught in this
Miscarried by my fault, let my old life
Be facrific d, fome hour before the time,
Unto the rigour of severest law.

Prince. We till have known thee for an holy man. Where's Romeo's man? what can he say to this? Balth. I brought my mafter news of Juliet's death, And then in poft he came from Mantua To this fame place, to this fame monument. This letter he early bid me give his father, And threat'ned me with death going to the vault, If I departed not, and left him there.

Prince. Give me the letter, I will look on it. Where's is the County's page that rais'd the watch? Sirrah, what made your master in this place?

Page. He came with flowers to trew his Lady's grave, And bid me ftand aloof, and so I did :

Anon comes one with light to ope the tomb,

And, by and by, my master drew him on him;

And then I ran away to call the watch.

Prince. This letter doth make good the Friar's words, Their courfe 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 thefe enemies? Capulet! Montague!
See what a fcourge is laid upon your hate,

That leav'n finds means to kill your joys with love!
And I, for winking at your discords too,

Have loft a brace of kinfmen: all are punish'd!