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Enter Servants, with Spits, Logs, and Baskets.

Enter Friar LAURENCE and Parts, with Musicians.

Fri. Come, is the bride ready to go to church? 1 Serv. Things for the cook, sir ; but I know not what.

Cap. Ready to go, but never to return: Cap. Make haste, make haste. (Exit 1 Serv.] - 1 o son, the night before thy wedding-day Sirrah, fetch drier logs ;

Hath death lain with thy bride : - See, there she lies,

Flower as she was, deflowered by him. Call Peter, he will show thee where they are.

2 Serv. I have a head, sir, that will find out logs, Death is my son-in-law, death is my heir ; And never trouble Peter for the matter. [Exit.

My daughter he hath wedded! I will die, Cap. 'Mass, and well said : A merry fellow! ha, And leave him all; life leaving, all is death's. Thou shalt be logger-head. — Good faith, 'tis day :

Par. Have I thought long to see this morning's

face, The county will be here with musick straight,

(Musick within. And doth it give me such a sight as this ? For so he said he would. I hear him near:

La. Cap. Accurs’d, unhappy,wretched, hateful day! Nurse! — Wife! — what, ho ! - what, nurse, I say! Most miserable hour, that e'er time saw

In lasting labour of his pilgrimage!
Enter Nurse.

But one, poor one, one poor and loving child,

But one thing to rejoice and solace in, Go, waken Juliet, go, and trim her up;

And cruel death hath catch'd it from my sight. I'll go and chat with Paris: – Hie, make haste,

Nurse. O woe! O woeful, woeful, woeful day! Make haste ! the bridegroom he is come already :

Most lamentable day! most woeful day, Make haste, I say !


That ever, ever, I did yet behold!

O day! O day! O day! O hateful day!
SCENE V.- Juliet's Chamber; Juliet on the Bed. Never was seen so black a day as this:

O woeful day, 0 woeful day!
Enter Nurse.

Par. Beguild, divorced, wronged, spited, slain! Nurse. Mistress ! - what, mistress! - Juliet ! Most détestable death, by thee beguild, fast, I warrant :

By cruel, cruel thee quite overthrown ! Why, lamb ! — why, lady! - fye, you slug-a-o love! O life ! — not life, but love in death! bed!

Cap. Despis'd, distressed, hated, martyr'd, Why, love, I say ! madam! sweetheart !- why,

kill'd! bride!

Uncomfortable time! why cam'st thou now What, not a word ? — you take your pennyworths To murder, murder our solemnity ?. now;

O child! O child! — my soul, and not my child!. Sleep for a week : how sound is she asleep! Dead art thou, dead! - alack! my child is dead; I needs must wake her :- Madam, madam, madam! And with my child, my joys are buried ! What, drest ! and in your clothes ! and down again! Fri. Peace, ho, for shame! confusion's cure lives I must needs wake you : Lady! lady! lady!

not Alas! alas! - Help! help! my lady's dead ! In these confusions. Heaven and yourself 0, well-a-day, that ever I was born !

Had part in this fair maid; now heaven hath all, Some aqua vitæ, ho! - my lord ! my lady' And all the better is it for the maid:

Your part in her you could not keep from death ; Enter LADY CAPULET.

But heaven keeps his part in eternal life. La. Cap. What noise is here?

The most you sought was — her promotion; Nurse.

O lamentable day! For 'twas your heaven, she should be advanc'd: La. Cap. What is the matter?

And weep ye now, seeing she is advanc'd, Nurse.

Look, look! O heavy day! | Above the clouds, as high as heaven itself? La. Cap. O me, O me! — my child, my only life, O, in this love, you love your child so ill, Revive, look up, or I will die with thee!

That you run mad, seeing that she is well: Help, help!- call help.

She's not well married, that lives married long ;

But she's best married, that dies married young. Enter CAPULET.

Dry up your tears, and stick your rosemary Cap. For shame, bring Juliet forth; her lord is On this fair corse ; and, as the custom is,

In all her best array bear her to church : Nurse. She's dead, deceas'd, she's dead; alack For though fond nature bids us all lament, the day!

Yet nature's tears are reason's merriment. La. Cap. Alack the day! she's dead, she's dead, Cap. All things that we ordained festival, she's dead.

Turn from their office to black funeral : Cap. Ha! let me see her :-Out, alas, she's Our instruments, to melancholy bells ; cold,

Our wedding cheer, to a sad burial feast; Her blood is settled ; and her joints are stiff ; Our solemn hymns to sullen dirges change; Life and these lips have long been separated : Our bridal flowers serve for a buried corse, Death lies on her, like an untimely frost

And all things change them to the contrary. Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.

Fri. Sir, go you in,-and, madam, go with him;Accursed time! unfortunate old man !

And go, sir Paris ; — every one prepare Nurse. O lamentable day!

To follow this fair corse unto her grave: La. Cap.

0 woeful time! The heavens do lower upon you, for some ill ; Cap. Death that liąth ta'en her hence to make me Move them no more, by crossing their high will. wail,

[Exeunt CAPULET, LADE CAPULET, PARIS, Ties up my tongue, and will not let me speak.

and Friar.



1 Mus. We may put up our pipes, and be gone. Pet. Then have at you with my wit ; I will dry

Nurse. Honest good fellows, ah, put up; put up; beat you with an iron wit, and put up my iron For, well you know, this is a pitiful case.

dagger : Answer me like men :

[Erit Nurse.
1 Mus. Ay, by my troth, the case may be amended. When griping grief the heart doth wound,

And doleful dumps the mind oppress,
Enter PETER.

Then musick, with her silver sound; Pet. Musicians, O, musicians, Heart's ease, heart's Why, silver sound? why, musick with her silver ease ; 0, an you will have me live, play-heart's sound ?

What say you, Simon Catling? 1 Mus. Why heart's ease ?

1 Mus. Marry, sir, because silver hath a sweet Pet. O, musicians, because my heart itself plays sound. - My heart is full of woe : 0, play me some merry Pet. Pretty! What say you, Hugh Rebeck ? dumps, to comfort me.

2 Mus. I say

silver sound, because musicians 2 Mus. Not a dump we; 'tis no time to play sound for silver.

Pet. Pretty too! - What say you, James SoundPet. You will not then ?

post? Mus. No.

3 Mus. 'Faith, I know not what to say. Pet. I will then give it you soundly.

Pet. O, I cry you mercy! you are the singer : 1 1 Mus. What will you give us?

will say for you. It is - musick with her silver sound, Pet. No money, on my faith ; but the gleek 4: I because such fellows as you have seldom gold for will give you the minstrel.

sounding : 1 Mus. Then will I give you the serving-creature. Pet. Then will I lay the serving-creature's dagger

Then musick with her silver sound, on your pate. I will carry no crotchets : I'll re you,

With speedy help doth lend redress. I'll fa you; Do you note me?

[Exit, singing. i Mus. An you re us, and fa us, you note us. 1 Mus. What a pestilent knave is this same?

2 Mus. Pray you, put up your dagger, and put 2 Mus. Hang him, Jack! Come, we'll in here; out your wit.

tarry for the mourners, and stay dinner. (Exeunt.



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Enter ROMEO.
Rom. If I may trust the flattering eye of sleep,
My dreams presage some joyful news at hand:
My bosom's lord sits lightly in his throne;
And all this day, an unaccustom'd spirit
Lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts.
I dreamt, my lady came and found me dead;
(Strange dream ! that gives a dead man leave to

And breath'd such life with kisses in my lips,
That I reviv'd, and was an emperor.
Ah me! how sweet is love itself possessid,
When but love's shadows are so rich in joy?

News from Verona! - How now, Balthazar ?
Dost thou not bring me letters from the friar?
How doth my lady? is my father well?
How fares my Juliet ? That I ask again ;
For nothing can be ill, if she be well.

Bal. Then she is well, and nothing can be ill ;
Her body sleeps in Capels' monument,
And her immortal part with angels lives;
I saw her laid low in her kindred's vault,
And presently took post to tell it you :
O pardon me for bringing these ill news,
Since you did leave it for my office, sir.

Rom. Is it even so ? then I defy you, stars! -
Thou know'st my lodging: get me ink and paper,
And hire post-horses; I will hence to-night.
* Dumps were heavy mournful tunes.
* To gicek is to sco:f, and a gleekman signified a minstrel.

Bal. Pardon me, sir, I will not leave you thus :
Your looks are pale and wild, and do import
Some misadventure.

Tush, thou art deceiv'd ;
Leave me, and do the thing I bid thee do:
Hast thou no letters to me from the friar?

Bal. No, my good lord.

No matter : get thee gone,
And hire those horses; I'll be with thee straight.

Well, Juliet, I will lie with thee to-night.
Let's see for means: - - O, mischief thou art swift
To enter in the thoughts of desperate men!
I do remember an apothecary,
And hereabouts he dwells, — whom late I noted
In tatter'd weeds, with overwhelming brows,
Culling of simples ; meagre were his looks,
Sharp misery had worn him to the bones :
And in his needy shop a tortoise hung,
An alligator stuff"d, and other skins
Of ill-shap'd fishes; and about his shelves
A beggarly account of empty boxes,
Green earthen pots, bladders, and musty seeds,
Remnants of packthread, and old cakes of

Were thinly scatter'd, to make up a show.
Noting this penury, to myself I said -
And if a man did need a poison now,
Whose sale is present death in Mantua,
Here lives a caitiff wretch would sell it him.
O, this same thought did but fore-run my need ;
And this same needy man must sell it me.
As I remember, this should be the house :
Being holiday, the beggar's shop is shut.
What, ho! apothecary!

She will beshrew me much that Romeo
Enter Apothecary.

Hath had no notice of these accidents :

Who calls so loud? But I will write again to Mantua, Rom. Come hither, man. I see, that thou art And keep her at my cell till Romeo come ; poor ;

Poor living corse, clos'd in a dead man's tomb ! Hold, there is forty ducats : let me have

(Esite A dram of poison ; such soon-speeding geers As will disperse itself through all the veins, SCENE III. - A Church-Yard; in it, a MontThat the life-weary taker may fall dead;

ment belonging to the Capulets. And that the trunk may be discharg'd of breath As violently, as hasty powder fir'd

Enter Paris, and his Page, bearing Flowers, and a Doth hurry from the fatal cannon's womb.

Torch. Ap. Such mortal drugs I have; but Mantua's law

Par. Give me thy torch, boy: Hence, and stand

aloof;Is death, to any he that utters them. Rom. Art thou so bare, and full of wretchedness, Yet put it out, for I would not be seen.

Under And fear'st to die? famine is in thy cheeks,

yon yew-trees lay thee all along, Need and oppression starveth in thine eyes,

Holding thine ear close to the hollow ground

So shall no foot upon the churchyard tread,
Upon thy back hangs ragged misery,
The world is not thy friend, nor the world's law :

(Being loose, unfirm, with digging up of graves,)

But thou shalt hear it: whistle then to me, The world affords no law to make thee rich ;

As signal that thou hear'st something approach. Then be not poor, but break it, and take this.

Give me those flowers. Do as I bid thee, go. Ap. My poverty, but not my will, consents.

Page. I am almost afraid to stand alone
Rom. I pay thy poverty, and not thy will.
Ap. Put this in any liquid thing you will,

Here in the churchyard; yet I will adventure. And drink it off'; and, if you had the strength

(Retires. Of twenty men, it would despatch you straight.

Par. Sweet flower, with flowers I strew thy bridal

bed: Rom. There is thy gold; worse poison to men's Sweet tomb, that in thy circuit dost contain

souls, Doing more murders in this loathsome world,

The perfect model of eternity; Than these poor compounds that thou may'st not Fair Juliet, that with angels dost remain, sell :

Accept this latest favour at my hands; I sell thee poison, thou hast sold me none.

That living honour'd thee, and, being dead, Farewell; buy food, and get thyself in flesh.

With funeral praises do adorn thy tomb! Come, cordial, and not poison; go with me

[The Boy whistles. To Juliet's grave, for there must I use thee.

The boy gives warning, something doth approach. [Exeunt.

What cursed foot wanders this way to-night,

To cross my obsequies, and true-love's rites ? SCENE II. - Friar Laurence's Cell. What, with a torch! - muffle me, night, a while.

[Retires. Enter Friar John.

Enter Romeo and BALTHAZAR, with a Torch, John. Holy Franciscan friar! brother, ho!

Mattock, &c.

Rom. Give me that mattock, and the wrenching Lau. This same should be the voice of friar

iron. John.

Hold, take this letter; early in the morning Welcome from Mantua : What says Romeo ?

See thou deliver it to my lord and father. Or, if his mind be writ, give me his letter.

Give me the light : Upon thy life, I charge thee, John. Going to find a barefoot brother out,

Whate'er thou hear'st or see'st stand all aloof, One of our order to associate me,

And do not interrupt me in my course. Here in this city visiting the sick,

Why I descend into this bed of death, And finding him, the searchers of the town,

Is, partly, to behold my lady's face, Suspecting that we both were in a house

But, chiefly, to take thence from her dead finger Where the infectious pestilence did reign,

A precious ring; a ring that I must use Seal'd up the doors, and would not let us forth;

In dear employment 7: therefore hence, begone: So that my speed to Mantua there was stay’d.

But if thou, jealous, dost return to pry
Lau. Who bare my letter then to Romeo ?

In what I further shall intend to do,
John. I could not send it, - here it is again, - By heaven, I will tear thee joint by joint,
Nor get a messenger to bring it thee,

And strew this hungry churchyard with thy limbs: So fearful were they of infection.

The time and my intents are savage-wild; Lau. Unhappy fortune! by my brotherhood,

More fierce, and more inexorable far, The letter was not nice 6, but full of charge,

Than empty tigers, or the roaring sea. Of dear import; and the neglecting it

Bal. I will be gone, sir, and not trouble you. May do much danger: Friar John, go hence;

Rom. So shalt thou show me friendship. — Take Get me an iron crow, and bring it straight

thou that: Unto my cell.

Live, and be prosperous ; and farewell, good fellow. John. Brother, I'll go and bring it thee. [Erit . His looks I fear, and his intents I doubt. (Retires


Bal. For all this same, I'll hide me hereabout; Lau. Now must I to the monument alone; Within these three hours will fair Juliet wake;

Rom. Thou détestable maw, thou womb of death, 61. e. On a trivial or idle subject.

71. e, A matter of importance.

5 Stuft.

you well.


Gorg'd with the dearest morsel of the earth, And never from this palace of dim night
Thus I enforce thy rotten jaws to open,

Depart again; here, here will 'I remain [Breaking open the Door of the Monument. With worms that are thy chambermaids; O, here And, in despite, I'll cram thee with more food! Will I set up my everlasting rest ;

Par. This is that banish'd haughty Montague, And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars That murder'd my love's cousin ; — with which grief, From this world-wearied flesh. — Eyes, look your It is supposed the fair creature died,

last! And here is come to do some villainous shame Arms, take your last embrace! and lips, O you To the dead bodies : I will apprehend him. The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss

(Advances. A dateless bargain to engrossing death! Stop thy unhallow'd toil, vile Montague;

Come, bitter conduct ', come, unsavoury guide! Can vengeance be pursu'd further than death ? Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on Condemned villain, I do apprehend thee:

The dashing rocks thy sea-sick weary bark! Obey, and go with me; for thou must die. Here's to my love! - [Drinks.] 0, true apothecary ! Rom. I must, indeed ; and therefore came I Thy drugs are quick. — Thus with a kiss I die. hither.

[Dies. Good gentle youth, tempt not a desperate man, Fly hence, and leave me; think upon these gone;

Enter, at the other End of the Churchyard, FRIAR Let them affright thee. I beseech thee, youth,

LAURENCE, with a Lantern, Crow, and Spade. Heap not another sin upon my head,

Fri. Saint Francis be my speed ! how oft to-night By urging me to fury: - 0, be gone!

Have my old feet stumbled at graves ? — Who's By heaven, I love thee better than myself:

there? For I come hither arm'd against myself :

Who is it that consorts, so late, the dead ? Stay not, be gone ; — live, and hereafter say - Bal. Here's one, a friend, and one that knows A madman's mercy bade thee run away. Par. I do defy thy conjurations ,

Fria Bliss be upon you! Tell me, good my And do attach thee as a felon here.

friend, Rom. Wilt thou provoke me? then have at thee, What torch is yond', that vainly lends his light boy.

[They fight. To grubs and eyeless skulls ? as I discern, Page. O heaven! they fight, I will go call the It burneth in the Capels' monument. watch.

Erit Page. Bal. It doth so, holy sir; and there's my master, Par. O, I am slain! (Falls. ]-If thou be merciful, One that you love. Open the tomb, lay me with Juliet. [Dies.

Who is it? Rom. In faith, I will : - Let me peruse this Bal.


Fri. How long hath he been there? Mercutio's kinsman, noble county Paris :


Full half an hour, What said my man, when my betossed soul

Fri. Go with me to the vault. Did not attend him as we rode? I think,


I dare not, sir : He told me Paris should have married Juliet: My master knows not, but I am gone hence; Said he not so ? or did I dream it so ?

And fearfully did menace me with death, Or am I mad, hearing him talk of Juliet, If I did stay to look on his intents. To think it was so ? —0, give me thy hand, Fri. Stay then, I'll go alone : - Fear comes upon One writ with me in sour misfortune's book! I'll bury thee in a triumphant grave,

O, much I fear some ill unlucky thing. A grave? 0, no; a lantern, slaughter'd youth, Bal. As I did sleep under this yew-tree here, For here lies Juliet, and her beauty makes I dreamt my master and another fought, This vault a feasting presence 9 full of light. And that my master slew him. Death, lie thou there, by a dead man interr'd.


Romeo? (Advances. [Laying Paris in the Monument. Alack, alack, what blood is this, which stains How oft when men are at the point of death, The stony entrance of this sepulchre ? Have they been merry, which their keepers call What mean these masterless and gory swords A lightning before death; O, how may I To lie discolour'd by this place of peace ? Call this a lightning?- 0, my love ! my wife!

(Enters the Monument. Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, Romeo! O, pale! - Who else? what, Paris, too? Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty :

And steep'd in blood ? - Ah, what an unkind hour Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's ensign yet Is guilty of this lamentable chance ! Is crimson in thy lips, and in thy cheeks,

The lady stirs.

(JULIET wakes and stirs. And death's pale flag is not advanced there.

Jul. O, comfortable friar! where is my lord ? Tybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody sheet? I do remember well where I should be, 0, what more favour can I do to thee,

And there I am :- · Where is my Romeo ? Than with that hand that cut thy youth in twain,

[Noise within. To sunder his that was thine enemy?

Fri. I hear some noise. — Lady, come from that Forgive me, cousin! - Ah, dear Juliet, Why art thou yet so fair? Shall I believe

Of death, contagion, and unnatural sleep; That unsubstantial death is amorous;

A greater Power than we can contradict and that the lean abhorred monster keeps

Hath thwarted our intents; come, come away: Thee here in dark to be his paramour ?

Thy husband in thy bosom there lies dead; For fear of that, I will still stay with thee;

And Paris too : come, I'll dispose of thee $ I refuse to do as thou conjurest me to do, i. c. to depart.

Among a sisterhood of holy nuns : 9 Presence chamber.

face ;



1 Conductor,


Stay not to question, for the watch is coming ; Cap. O, heavens! - O wife! look how our Come, go, good Juliet, — [Noise again. ] I dare

daughter bleeds! stay no longer.

[Erit. This dagger hath mista’en, — for lo! his house Jul. Go, get thee hence, for I will not away. Is empty on the back of Montague, What's here? a cup, clos'd in my true love's hand? And is mis-sheathed in my daughter's bosom. Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end :

La. Cap. O me! this sight of death is as a bell, O churl! drink all; and leave no friendly drop, That warns my old age to a sepulchre. To help me after ? — I will kiss thy lips; Haply, some poison yet doth hang on them,

Enter MONTAGUE and others. To make me die with a restorative. (Kisses him. Prince. Come, Montague; for thou art early up, Thy lips are warm !

To see thy son and heir more early down. i Watch. [Within.] Lead, boy :- Which way? Mon. Alas, my liege, my wife is dead to-night; Jul. Yea, noise ? then I'll be brief. — O happy, Grief of my son's exíle hath stopp'd her breath :

dagger! (Snatching Romeo's Dagger. Whet further woe conspires against mine age? This is thy sheath ; [Stabs herself.] there rust, and Prince. Look, and thou shalt see. let me die.

Mon. O thou untaught; what manners is in this, [Falls on Romeo's Body, and dies. To press before thy father to a grave ?

Prince. Seal up the mouth of outrage for a while, Enter Watch, with the Page of Paris.

Till we can clear these ambiguities, Page. This is the place; there, where the torch And know their spring, their head, their true doth burn.

descent; 1 Watch. The ground is bloody ; Search about And then will I be general of your woes, the churchyard :

And lead you even to death : Meantime forbear, Go, some of you, whoe'er you find, attach. And let mischance be slave to patience.

(Exeunt some. Bring forth the parties of suspicion. Pitiful sight! here lies the county slain ;

Fri. I am the greatest, able to do least, And Juliet bleeding; warm, and newly dead, Yet most suspected, as the time and place Who here hath lain these two days buried. Doth make against me, of this direful murder ; Go, tell the prince, - run to the Capulets, And here I stand, both to impeach and purge Raise up the Montagues, — some others search ;- Myself condemned and myself excus'd.

[Ereunt other Watchmen. Prince. Then say at once what thou dost know in We see the ground whereon these woes do lie;

this. But the true ground of all these piteous woes, Fri. I will be brief, for my short date of breath We cannot without circumstance descry.

Is not so long as is a tedious tale.

Romeo, there dead, was husband to that Juliet; Enter some of the Watch, with BALTHAZAR.

And she, there dead, that Romeo's faithful wife: 2 Watch. Here's Romeo's man, we found him in I married them; and their stolen marriage-day the churchyard.

Was Tybalt's dooms-day, whose untimely death 1 Watch. Hold him in safety, till the prince come Banish'd the new-made bridegroom from this city; hither.

For whom, and not for Tybalt, Juliet pin'd. Enter another Watchman, with Friar LAURENCE. Betroth'd, and would have married her perforce,

You — to remove that sieges of grief from her, 3 Watch. Here is a friar, that trembles, sighs, and To county Paris : — Then comes she to me; weeps :

And, with wild looks, bid me devise some means We took this mattock and this spade from him, To rid her from this second marriage, As he was coming from this churchyard side. Or, in my cell there would she kill herself. 1 Watch. A great suspicion : Stay the friar too. Then gave I her, so tutor'd by my art, Enter the PRINCE and Attendants.

A sleeping potion; which so took effect

As I intended, for it wrought on her Prince. What misadventure is so early up, The form of death : meantime I writ to Romeo, That calls our person from our morning's rest ? That he should hither come as this dire night,

To help to take her from her borrow'd grave, Enter CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, and others.

Being the time the potion's force should cease. Cap. What should it be, that they so shriek But he which bore my letter, friar John, abroad?

Was staid by accident; and yesternight
La. Cap. The people in the street cry - Romeo, Return'd my letter back : Then all alone,
Some - Juliet, and some — - Paris; and all run, At the prefixed hour of her waking,
With open outcry toward our monument.

Came I to take her from her kindred's vault; Prince. What fear is this, which startles in our Meaning to keep her closely at my cell, ears?

Till I conveniently could send to Romeo : 1 Watch. Sovereign, here lies the county Paris But, when I came (some minute ere the time

Of her awakening,) here untimely lay And Romeo dead; and Juliet, dead before, The noble Paris, and true Romeo, dead. Warm and new kill'd.

She wakes ; and I entreated her come forth, Prince. Search, seek, and know how this foul And bear this work of heaven with patience : murder comes.

But then a noise did scare me from the tomb; 1 Watch. Here is a friar, and slaughter'd Romeo's And she, too desperate, would not go with me, man;

But (as it seems,) did violence on herself. With instruments upon them, fit to open

All this I know; and to the marriage, These dead men's tombs.

i.e. The scabbard

3 Seat

slain ;

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