To move the heavens to smile upon my state,

Enter CAPULET. Which, well thou know'st, is cross and full of sin

Cap. Come, stir, stir, stir! the second cock hata Enter Lady Capulet.

crow'd. La. Cap. What, are you busy ? do you need my The curfeu bell hath rung, 'tis three o'clock help?

Look to the bak'd meats, good Angelica :
Jul. No, madam; we have cullid such necessaries Spare not for cost.
As are behoveful for our state to-morrow :

Nurse.

Go, go, you cot-quean, go, So please you, let me now be left alone,

Get you to bed; 'faith, you'll be sick to-morrow And let the nurse this night sit up with you;

For this night's watching.

(now For, I am sure, you have your hands full all,

Cap. No, not a whit; What! I have watch'd ere In this so sudden business.

All night for lesser cause, and pe'er been sick. La. Cap. Good night!

La. Cap. Ay, you have been a mouse-hunt in Get thee to bed, and rest; for thou hast need,

your time; (Exeunt Lady Capulet and Nurse. But I will watch you from such watching now, Jul. Farewell !-God knows, when we shall meet

(Ereunt Lady CAPULET and Nurse. again.

Cap. A jealous-hood, a jealous-hood !--Now, I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins,

fellow,

What's there?
That almost freezes up the heat of life :
I'll call them back again to comfort me;
Nurse !- What should she do here ?

Enter Servants, with spits, logs, and baskets. My dismal scene I needs must act alone.

1 Serv. Things for the cook, sir; but I know not Come phial.-.

what. What if this mixture do not work at all ?

Cap. Make haste, make haste. (Erit 1 Serv.)Must I of force be married to the county ?

Sirrah, fetch drier logs; No, no;-this shall forbid it: lie thou there.- Call Peter, he will show thee where they are. (Laying down a dagger.

2 Serv. I have a head, sir, that will find out logs, What if it be a poison, which the friar

And never trouble Peter for the matter. (Erit. · Subtly hath minister'd to have me dead;

Cap. 'Mass, and well said; a merry whoreson! ba, Lest in this marriage he should be dishonour'd, Thou shalt be logger-bead. -Good faith, 'tis day : Because he married me before to Romco ?

The county will be here with musick straight, I fear, it is : and yet, methinks, it should not,

(Musick within. For he hath still been tried a holy man:

For so he said he would. I hear him near:I will not entertain so bad a thought.

Nurse !-Wife !--what, ho !-what nurse, I say! How if, when I am laid into the tomb, I wake before the time that Romeo

Enter Nurse. ; Come to redeem me ? there's a fearful point ! Go, waken Juliet, go, and trim her up; Shall I not then be stifled in the vault,

I'll go and chat with Paris :-Hie, make baste, To whose foul mouth no healthsome air breathes in, Make haste ! the bridegroom he is come already: And there die strangled ere my Romeo comes ?

Make haste, I say.

(Exeunt. Or, if I live, is it not very like, The horrible conceit of death and night,

SCENE V.-Juliet's Chamber; Juliet on the Bed. Together with the terror of the place, As in a vault, an ancient receptacle,

Enter Nurse. Where, for these many hundred years, the bones Nurse. Mistress ! -what, mistress !--Juliet !Of all my buried ancestors are pack'd;

fast, I warrant her, she :Where bloody Tybalt, yet but green in carth, Why, lamb!-why, lady !-fye, you slug-a-bed ! Lies fest'ring in his shroud; where, as they say, Why, love, I say !-madam! sweet-heart!_why, At some hours in the night spirits resort;

bride

(now; Alack, alack! is it not like, that I,

What, not a word ?-you take your pennyworths So early waking, -what with loathsome smells ; Sleep for a week; for the next night, I warrant, And shrieks like mandrakes' torn out of the earth, The county Paris hath set up his rest, That living mortals, hearing them, run mad ;- That you shall rest but little.--God forgive me, 0! if I wake, shall I not be distraught,

(Marry and amen!) how sound is she asleep! Environed with all these hideous fears ?

Ì needs must wake her :-Madam, madam, madam!
And madly play with my forefathers' joints ? Ay, let the county take you in your bed;
Aud pluck the mangled Tybalt from his shroud ? He'll fright you up, i'faith.-Will it not be ?
And, in this rage, with some great kinsman's bone, What, drest! and in your clothes ! and down again
As with a club, dash out my desperate brains ? I must needs wake you : Lady! lady! lady!
0, look l methinks, I see my cousin's ghost Alas! alas !-Help! help! my lady's dead !-
Seeking out Romeo, that did spit his body

O, well-a-day, that ever I was born -
Upon a rapier's point: Stay, Tybalt, stay!- Some aqua-vitæ, ho !--my lord ! my lady!
Romeo, I come! this do I drink to thee.
[She throws herself on the bed.

Enter Lady CAPULET.

La. Cap. What noise is here?
SCENE IV.-Capulet's Hall.

Nurse.

O lamentable day

La. Cap. What is the matter?
Enter Lady CAPULET and Nurse.

Nurse.

Look, look ! O heavy day La. Cap. Hold, take these keys, and fetch more La. Cap. O me, O me:-my child, my only life. spices, nurse.

Revive, look up, or I will die with thee;Nurse. They call for datas and quinces in the Help, help ;-call help. paantry.

come.

ease.

Cap. All things, that we ordained festival, Encer CAPULET.

Turn from their office to black funeral : Car. For shame, bring Juliet forth; her lord is Our instruments, to melancholy bells;

[day! Our wedding cheer, to a sad burial feast; Nurse. She's dead, deceas'd, she's dead, alack the Our solemn hymns to sullen dirges change, La. Cap: Alack the day! she's dead, she's dead, Our bridal flowers serve for a buried corse, she's dead.

And all things change them to the contrary. Cap. Ha ! let me see her :-Out, alas! she's cold: Fri. Sir, go you in,-and, madam, go with him;Her blood is settled, and her joints are stiff ;

And go, sir Paris ;-every one prepare Life and these lips have long been separated :

To follow this fair corse unto her grave: Death lies on her, like an untimely frost

The heavens do low'r upon you, for some ill; Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.

Move them no more, by crossing their high will. Accursed time! unfortunate old man !

(E.ceunt Capulet, Lady CAPULET, PARIS, Nurse. O lamentable day!

and Friar. La. Cap.

O woful time!

1 Mus. 'Faith, we may put up our pives, and be Cap. Death, that hath ta'en her hence to make gone. me wail,

Nurse. Honest good fellows, ah, put up, but up, Ties up my tongue, and will not let me speak. For, well you know, this is a pitiful case.

(Exit Nurse. Enter Friar LAURENCE and Paris, with musicians. 1 Mus. Ay, by my troth, the case may be amended.

Fri. Come, is the bride ready to go to church ?
Cap. Ready to go, but never to return :

Enter PETER.
O son, the night before thy wedding day

Pet. Musicians, 0, musicians, Heart's ease,

hearts Hath death lain with thy bride :-See there she lies, ease ; 0, an you will have me live, play-heart's Flower as she was, deflowered by him. Death is my son-in-law, death is my heir;

1 Mus. Why heart's ease ? My daughter he hath wedded! I will die,

Pet. O musicians, because my heart itself plays And leave him all; life leaving, all is death's. -My heart is full of woe : O play me some merry Par. Have I thought long to see this morning's dump, to comfort me. face,

2 Mus. Not a dump we; 'tis no time to play now. And doth it give me such a sight as this? [day! Pet. You will not then ?

La. Cap. Accurs’d, unhappy, wretched, hateful Mus. No. Most miserable hour, that e'er time saw

Pet. I will then give it you soundly. In lasting labour of his pilgrimage !

1 Mus. What will you give us ? But one, poor one, one poor and loving child, Pet. No money, on my faith ; but the gleek: I But one thing to rejoice and solace in,

will give you the minstrel. And cruel death hath catch'd it from my sight.

I Mus. "Then will I give you the serving-creature. Nurse. O woe! O woful, woful, woful day! Pet. Then I will lay the serving-creature's dagger Most lamentable day! most woful day,

on your pate. I will carry no crochets : I'll re you, That ever, ever, I did yet behold!

I'll fa you ; do you note me ? O day! O day! O day! O hateful day!

1 Mus. An you re us, and fa us, you note us. Never was seen so black a day as this :

2 Mus. Pray you, put up your dagger, and put 0 woful day, 0 woful day !

out your wit. Par. Beguild, divorced, wronged, spited, slain ! Pet. Then have at you with my wit; I will dryMost détestable death, by thee beguild,

beat you with an iron wit, and put up my iron By cruel cruel thee quite overthrown !

dagger :-Auswer me like men ; O love ! O life! -not life, but love in death!

When griping grief the heart doth wound,
Cap. Despis’d, distressed, hated, martyr’d, kill'd!-

And doleful dumps the mind oppress,
Uncomfortable time! why cam'st thou now
To murder murder our solemnity ?-

Then musick, with her silver sound;
O child ! O child !--my soul, and not my child !- Why silver sound? why musick with her silver
Dead art thou, dead !-alack! my child is dead! sound?
And with my child, my joys are buried ! (not What say you, Simon Catling ?

Fri. Peace, ho, for shame! confusion's cure lives 1 Mus. Marry, sir, because silver hath a sweet In these confusions. Heaven and yourself

sound. Had part in this fair maid; now heaven hath all, Pet. Pretty! What say you, Hugh Rebeck ? And all the better is it for the maid:

2 Mus. I say-silver sound, because musicians Your part in her you could not keep from death; sound for silver. But heaven keeps his part in eternal life.

Pet. Pretty too! What say you, James SoundThe most you sought was her promotion; For 'twas your heaven, she should be advanc'd : 3 Mus. 'Faith, I know not what to say And weep ye now, seeing she is advanc'd,

Pet. O, I cry you mercy! you are the singer : I Above the clouds, as high as heaven itself ? will say for you. It is-musick with her silver sound, O in this love, you love your child so ill,

because such fellows as you have seldom gold for That you run mad, seeing that she is well: sounding : She's not well married, that lives married long;

Then musick with her silver sound,
But she's best married, that dies married young.

With speedy help doth lend redress.
Dry up your tears, and stick your rosemary
On this fair corse; and, as the custom is,

[Erit, singing. In all her best array bear her to church :

1 Mus. What a pestilent knave is this same ? For though fond nature bids us all lament,

2 Mus. Hang him, Jack! Come, we'll in here ; Yet nature's tears are reason's merriment.

larry for the mourners, and stay dinner. (Ereinile

post ?

Ap.

Enter Apothecary.
ACT V.

Who calls so loud ?

Rom. Come hither, man.-I see, that thou art SCENE 1.-Mantua. A Street,

poor;

Hold, there is forty ducats : let me have
Enter Romeo.

A dram of poison; such soon-speeding geer

As will disperse itself through all the veins, Rom. If I may trust the flattering eye of sleep, That the life-weary taker may fall dead; My dreams presage some joyful news at hand : And that the trunk may be discharg'd of breath My bosom's lord sits lightly in his throne;

As violently, as hasty powder fir'd And, all this day, an unaccustom'd spirit

Doth hurry from the fatal cannon's womb. Lists me above the ground with cheerful thoughts. Ap. Such mortal drugs I have ; but Mantua's las I dreamt, my lady came and found me dead; Is death, to any he that utters them. (Strange dream!' that gives a dead man leave to Rom. Art thou so bare, and full of wretchedness, think,)

And fear'st to die ? famine is in thy cheeks, And breath's such life with kisses in my lips, Need and oppression starveth in thy eyes, That I reviv'd, and was an emperor.

Upon thy back hangs ragged misery, Ah me! how sweet is love itself possess'd,

The world is not thy friend, nor the world's las ; When but love's shadows are so rich in joy! The world affords no law to make thee rich; Enter BALTHASAR.

Then be not poor, but break it, and take this.

Ap. My poverty, but not my will, consents. News from Verona !-How now, Balthasar ?

Rom. I pay thy poverty, and not thy will. Dost thou not bring me letters from the friar ? Ap. Put this in any liquid thing you will, How doth my lady? Is my father well?

And drink it off; and, if you had the strength How fares my Juliet? That I ask again ;

Of twenty men, it would despatch you straight. For nothing can be ill, if she be weli.

Rom. There is thy gold; worse poison to meni's Bal. Then she is well, and nothing can be ill;

souls, Her body sleeps in Capels' monument,

Doing more murders in this loathsome world, And her immortal part with angels lives

Than these poor compounds that thou may'st not I saw her laid low in her kindred's vault,

sell : And presently took post to tell it you :

I sell thee poison, thou hast sold me none. O pardon me for bringing these ill news.

Farewell : buy food, and get thyself in flesh. Since you did leave it for my office, sir.

Come, cordial, and not poison ; go with me
Rom. Is it even so ? then I defy you, stars! To Juliet's grave, for there must I use thee. (Rreunt.
Thou know'st my lodging: get me ink and paper,
And hire post-horses; I will bence to-night.

SCENE II.-Friar Laurence's Cell.
Bal. Pardon me, sir, I will not leave you thus :
Your looks are pale and wild, and do import

Enter Friar Joan.
Some misadventure.

John. Holy Franciscan friar! brother, ho! Rom.

Tush, thou art deceiv'd; Leave me, and do the thing I bid thee do:

Enter Friar LAURENCE. Hast thou no letters to me from the friar?

Lau. This same should be the voice of friar Jolin Bal. No, my good lord.

Welcome from Mantua : What says Romeo ? Rom.

No matter: get thee gone, Or, if his mind be writ, give me his letter. And hire those horses; I'll be with thee straight. John, Going to find a bare-foot brother out, (Erit BALTHASAR. One of our order,

associate me, Well, Juliet, I will lie with thee to-night.

Here in this city visiting the sick,
Let's see for means :-0, mischief! thou art swift

And finding him, the searchers of the town,
To enter in the thoughts of desperate men! Suspecting, that we both were in a house
I do remember an apothecary,

Where the infectious pestilence did reign,
And hereabouts he dwells, -whom late I noted

Seal'd up the doors, and would not let us forth; In tatter'd weeds, with overwhelming brows, So that my speed to Mantua there was stay'd. Culling of simples; meagre were his looks,

Lau. Who bare my letter then to Romeo ? Sharp misery had worn him to the bones :

John. I could not send it,- here it is again, And in his needy shop a tortoise hung,

Nor get a messenger to bring it thee, An alligator stuffd, and other skins

So fearful were they of infection. Of ill-shap'd fishes; and about his shelves

Lau. Unhappy fortune! by my brotherhood, A beggarly account of empty boxes,

The latter was not nice, but full of charge, Green earthern pots, bladders, and musty seeds, Of dear import; and the neglecting it Remnants of packthread, and old cakes of roses, May do much danger: Friar John, go hence; Were thinly scatter'd, to make up a show.

Get me an iron crow, and bring it straight Noting this penury, to myself I said

Unto my cell. An if a man did need a poison now,

John. 'Brother, I'll go and bring it thee. (Erit Whose sale is present death in Mantua,

Lau. Now must I to the monument alone; Here lives a caitiff wretch would sell it him.

Within this three hours will fuir Juliet wake; O, this same thought did but fore-run my need; She will beshrew me much, that Romeo And this same needy man must sell it me.

Hath had no notice of these accidents; As I remember, this should be the house :

But I will write again to Mantua, Being holiday, the beggar's shop is sbut.

And keep her at my cell till Roineo conne; What, ho! apothecary !

Poor living corse, cios'd in a dead man's tomb !

SCENE III.-A Church-Hard, in it, a Monument Condemnd villain, I do apprehend thee:

Can vengeance be pursu'd further than death? belonging 'o the Capulets.

Obey, and go with me; for thou must die. Enter Paris, and his Page, bearing flowers ana a

Rom. I mus, indeed; and therefore came ! torch

hither.Pai. Give me thy torch, boy: Hence, and stand Good gentle youth, tempt not a desperate man,

Fly hence and leave me;-think upon these gone; alcof;

loet them thee.-I beseech thee, youth, Yet put it out, for I would not be seen. Under yon yew-trees lay thee all along,

Heap not another sin upon my head,

By urging me to fury :-0, be gone! Holding thine ear close to the hollow ground;

By heaven, I love thee better than myself; So shall no foot upon the church-yard tread,

For I come hither arm'd against myself: (Being loose, unfirm, with digging up of graves,) But thou shalt hear it: whistle then to me,

Stay not, be gone ;-live, and hereafter say

A madman's mercy bade thee run away. As signal that thou hear'st something approach,

Par. I do defy thy conjurations,
Give me those flowers. Do as I bid thee, go.

And do attach thee as a felon here.
Page. I am almost afraid to stand alone
Here in the church-yard; yet I will adventure.

Rom. Wilt thou provoke me? then have at thee,

boy. (Retires

(They fight Par. Sweet flower, with flowers I strew thy bri.

Page. O lord! they fight: I will go call the

watch. dal bed :

(Erit Page. Sweet tomb, that in thy circuit dost contain

Par. O, I am sla...! [Falls.]—If thou be mer.

ciful, The perfect model of eternity; Fair Juliet, that with angels dost remain,

Open the tomb, lay me with Juliet.

(Dies. Accept this latest favour at my hands;

Rom. In faith, I will :-Let me peruse this face;That living honour'd thee, and, being dead,

Mercutio's kinsman, noble county Paris :With funeral praises do adorn thy tomb !

What said my man, when my betossed soul

Did not attend him as we rode? I think,

[ The Boy whistles. The boy gives warning, something doth approach.

He told me, Paris should have married Juliet: What cursed foot wanders this way to-night,

Said he not so ? or did I dream it so ? To cross my obsequies, and true love's rites i

Or am I mad, hearing him talk of Juliet, What, with a torch :-muffle me, night, a while.

To think it was so -0, give me thy hand, (Retires.

One writ with me in sour misfortune's book!

I'll bury thee in a triumphant grave, Enter Romeo and BalthASAR, with a torch,

A grave? O no; a lantern, slaughter'd youth, mattock, &c.

For here lies Juliet, and her beauty makes Rom. Give me that mattock, and the wrenching This vault a feasting presence fuli of light. iron.

Death, lie thou there, by a dead man interr’d. Hold, take this letter; early in the morning

(Laying Paris in the monument See thou deliver it to my lord and father.

How oft when men are at the point of death, Give me the light : Upon thy life I charge thee, Have they been merry? which their keepers call Whate'er thou hear'st or seest, stand all aloof, A lightning before death: 0, how may I And do not interrupt me in my course.

Call this a lightning ?-0, my love! my wife ! Why I descend into this bed of death,

Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, Is, partly, to behold my lady's face:

Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty:
But, chiefly, to take thence from her dead finger Thou art not conquer’d; beauty's ensign yet
A precious ring; a ring, that I must use

Is crimson in thy lips, and in thy cheeks,
In dear employment: therefore hence, be gone :- And death's palé flag is not advanced there.
But if thou, jealous, dost return to pry

Tybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody sheet ?
In what I further shall intend to do,

o, what more favour can I do to thee, By heaven, I will tear thee joint by joint,

Than with that hand that cut thy youth in twain, And strew this hungry church-yard with thy limbs : To sunder his that was thine enemy? The time and my intents are savage-wild;

Forgive me, cousin !--Ah, dear Juliet, More tierce, and more inexorable far,

Why art thou yet so fair ? Shall I believe
Than empty tigers, or the roaring sea.

That unsubstantial death is amorous;
Bal. I will be gone, sir, and not trouble you. And that the lean abhorred monster keeps
Rom. So shalt thou show me friendship.-Take Thee here in dark to be his paramour ?
thou that:

For fear of that, I will still stay with thee;
Live, and be prosperous; and farewell, good fellow And never from this palace of dim night

Bal. For all this same, I'll hide me hereabout; Depart again; here, here, will I remain His looks I fear, and his intents I doubt. (Retires. With worms that are thy chamber-maids; 0, here

Rom. Thou détestable maw, thou womb of death, Will I set up my everlasting rest; Gorg'd with the dearest morsel of the earth, And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars (last Thus I enforce thy rotten jaws to open,

From this world-wearied flesh.--Eyes, look your [Breaking open the door of the monument. Arms, take your last embrace ! and lips, O you And, in despite, I'll cram thee with more food! The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss

Par. This is that banish d haughty Montague, A dateless bargain to engrossing death! That murder?d my love's cousin ;-— with which grief, Come, bitter conduct, come. unsavoury guide It is supposed, the fair creature died,

Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on And here is come to do some villainous shame The dashing rocks tby sea-sick weary bark! To the dead bodies : I will apprehend him.- Here's to my love !--[Drinks.] 0, true apothecary

(Advances. | Thy drugs aio quick.-Thus with a kiss i die. Stop thy unhallow'd toil, vile Montague;

(Dies SHAKS.-Nos. 105 & 106.

3 H

you well.

[me;

i Watch. The ground bloody; Search about Enter, at the other end of the church-yard, Friar

the church-yard : LAURENCE, with a lantern, crow, and spade. Go, some of you, whoe'er you find, attach. Fri, Saint Francis be my speed! how oft to-night

(Ereunt some. Have iny old feet stumbled at graves ?—Who's Pitiful sight! here lies the county slain :there?

And Juliet bleeding; warm, and newly dead, Who is it that consorts, so late, the dead ?

Who here hath lain these two days buried.Bal. Here's one, a friend, and one that knows Go, tell the prince, -run to the Capulets,

Raise up the Montagues, some others search ;Fri. Bliss be upon you! Tell me, good my friend, we see the ground whereon these woes do lie;

(E.reunt other Watchmen. What torch is yond', that vainly lends his light To grubs and eyeless sculls; as I discern,

But the true ground of all these piteous woes,
It burneth in the Capels' monument.

We cannot without circumstance descry.
Bal. It doth so, holy sir; and there's my master,
One that you love.

Enter some of the Watch, with BALTHASAR.
Fri.
Who is it?

2 Watch. Here's Romeo's man, we found him in Bal. Romeo.

the church-yard. Fri, How long bath he been there ?

1 Watch. Hold him in safety, till the prince come Bal. Full half an hour

hither. Fri. Go with me to the vault. Bal.

I dare not, sir :

Enter another Watchman, with Friar LAURENCE. My master knows not, but I am gone hence;

3 Watch. Here is a friar, that trembles, sighs, Aud fearfully did menace me with death,

and weeps : If I did stay to look on his intents.

We took this mattock and this spade from him, Fri. Stay then, I'll go alone :-Fear comes upon As he was coming from this church-yard side. O, much I fear some ill unlucky thing.

1 Watch. A great suspicion; Stay the friar too. Bal. As I did sleep under this yew-tree here, I dreamt my master and another fought,

Enter the Prince and Attendants. And that my master slew him.

Prince. What misadventure is so early up, Fri.

Romeo !--[Advances. That calls our person from our morning's rest? Alack, alack, what blood is this, which stains The stony entrance of this sepulchre ?

Enter Capulet, Lady CAPULET, and others. What mean these masterless and gory swords Cap. What should it be, that they so shriek To lie discolour'd by this place of peace ?

abroad? (Enters the monument.

La. Cap. The people in the street cry-Romen, Romeo! O, pale !— Who else? what, Paris too ?

Some-Juliet, and some-Paris; and all run,
And steep'd in blood ?-Ah, what an unkind hour With open outcry, toward our monument.
Is guilty of this lamentable chance !

Prince. What fear is this, which startles in our The lady stirs. (JULIET wakes and stirs. ears ?

(slain ; Jul. Ó, comfortable friar where is my lord ? 1 Watch. Sovereign, here lies the county Paris I do remember well where I should be,

And Romeo dead; and Juliet, dead before, And there I am :- Where is my Romeo ?

Warm and new kill'd.

(Noise within. Prince. Search, seek, and know how this foul Fri. I hear some noise.—Lady, come from that

murder comes.

(man; nest

I Watch. Here is a friar, and slaughter'd Romeo's Of death, contagion, and unnatural sleep;

With instruments upon them, fit to open A greater Power than we can contradict

These dead men's tombs. Hath thwarted our intents; come, come away:

Cap. O, heavens !-0, wife! look how Thy husband in thy bosom there lies dead;

daughter bleeds ! And Paris too; come, I'll dispose of thee

This dagger hath mista'en,-for, lo! his house Among a sisterhood of holy nuns :

Is empty on the back of Montague, Stay not to question, for the watch is coming ;

And it mis-sheathed in my daughter's bosom. Come, go, good Juliet, -[Noisc ayain.] I dare stay

La. Cap. O me! this sight of death is as a bell, no longer.

(Exit. That warns my old age to a sepulchre. Jul. Go, get thee hence, for I will not away.What's here? a cup, clos'd in my true love's hand ?

Enter MONTAGUE and others. Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end :

Prince. Come, Montague ; for thou art early up, O cburi! drink all; and leave no friendly drop, To see thy son and heir more early down. To help me aiter?-I will kiss thy lips;

Mon. Alas, my liege, my wife is dead to-night; Haply, some poison yet doth hang on them, Grief of my son's exíle hath stopp'd her breath: To make me dic with a restorative. (Kisses him. What further woe conspires against mine age ? Thy lips are warm!

Prince. Look, and thou shalt see. i watch. (Within.) Lead, boy :- :-Which

Mon. O thou untaught! what manners is in this, Jul. Yea, noise :-then i'll be brief.-0 bappy To press before thy father to a grave ? dagger! (Snatching Romeo's dayger.

Prince. Seal up the mouth of outrage for a while, This is thy sheath ; (Stabs herself.] there rust, and Till we can clear these ambiguities, (sceo let me die.

And know their spring, their head, their true do(Falls on Romeo's body, and dies. And then will I be general of your woes,

And lead you even to death: Meantime forbear, Enter Watch, with the Page of Paris. And let mischance be slave to patience.l'age. This is the place; there, where the torch Bring forth the parties of suspicion. coln burn,

Fri. I am the greatest, able to do least,

our

way?