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And drink it off; and, if you had the strength
souls, Doing more murders in this loathsome world, Than these poor compounds that thou may'st not
FRIAR LAURENCE'S CELL.
Enter Friar John.
Enter Friar Laurence.
John. Going to find a bare-foot brother out,
So that my speed to Mantua there was stay’d.
Lau. Who bare my letter then to Romeo?
John. I could not send it,-here it is again,--
Lau. Unhappy fortune! by my brotherhood,
John. Brother, I'll go and bring 't thee. [Exit.
Lau. Now must I to the monument alone;
SCE NE III.
A CHURCH-YARD; IN IT, A MONUMENT BELONG
ING TO THE CAPULETS.
Enter Paris, and his Page, bearing flowers and a
torch. Par. Give me thy torch, boy: Hence, and stand
aloof;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;
Page. I am almost afraid to stand alone
[Retires. Par. Sweet flower, with flowers 1 strew thy bri
[The boy whistles.
Enter Romeo and Balthasar with a torch, mattock, &c. Rom. Give me that mattock, and the wrench
ing 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,
you. Rom. So shalt thou show me friendship.—Take
thou that: Live, and be prosperous; and farewel, good fellow.
Bal. For all this same, I'll hide me hereabout; His looks I fear, and his intents I doubt. [Retires.
Rom. Thou détestable maw, thou womb of death, Gorg’d with the dearest morsel of the earth, Thus I enforce thy rotten jaws to open,
[breaking open the door of the monument. And, in despite, I'll cram thee with more food!
Par. This is that banish'd haughty Montague, That murder'd' my love's cousin ;-with which
[Advances. Stop thy unhallow'd toil, vile Montague; Can vengeance be pursu'd further than death?
Condemned villain, I do apprehend thee:
gone; Let them affright thee. - I beseech thee, youth, Heap not another sin upon my head, By urging me to fury:-0, 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 sayA madman's mercy bade thee run away.
Par. I do defy thy conjurations, And do attach thee as a felon here. Rom. Wilt thou provoke me? then have at thee, boy.
[They fight. Page. O lord! they fight: I will go call the watch.
[Exit Page. Par. O, I am slain! [ falls.]—If thou be merciful, Open the tomb, lay me with Juliet. [Dies.
Rom. In faith, I will:- Let me peruse this face;Mercutio's kinsman, noble county Paris :What said my man, when my betossed 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? Or am I mad, hearing him talk of Juliet, To think it was so?_0, give me thy hand, One writ with me in sour misfortune's book! I'll bury thee in a triumphant grave, A grave: 0, no; a lantern, slaughter's youth,