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Accept this latest favor at my hands;
[the Boy whistles.
Enter ROMEO, and BALTHASAR with a torch,
mattock, &c. Ro. 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'st or seest, stand all aloof, And do not interrupt me in my course. Why I descend 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 :1 therefore hence; be gone :But if thou, jealous, dost return to pry In what I farther shall intend to do, By heaven, I will tear thee joint by joint, And strew this hungry churchyard with thy limbs.
1 i. e. in an action of importance.
The time and my intents are savage-wild ;
Bal. I will be gone, sir, and not trouble you.
thou that; Live, and be prosperous; and farewell, good fellow.
Bal. For all this same, I 'll hide me hereabout: His looks I fear, and his intents I doubt. [retires.
Ro. Thou detestable maw, thou womb of death, Gorged 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!
Pa. This is that banish'd haughty Montague, That murder'd my love's cousin ; with which grief, It is supposed, the fair creature died; And here is come to do some villanous shame To the dead bodies.— I will apprehend him.
[advances. Stop thy unhallow'd toil, vile Montague; Can vengeance be pursued farther than death? Condemned villain, I do apprehend thee : Obey, and go with me; for thou must die. Ro. I must, indeed; and therefore came I
hither. Good gentle youth, tempt not a desperate man; Fly hence and leave me :think upon these 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;
Pa. I do defy thy conjurations,
[they fight. Page. O lord! they fight: I will go call the watch.
[Exit Page. Pa. O, I am slain ! (falls.]-If thou be merciful, Open the tomb; lay me with Juliet.
[dies. Ro. 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? O, no; a lantern, slaughter'd youth; For here lies Juliet, and her beauty makes This vault a feasting presence ? 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,
1 I refuse to do as thou conjurest me to do; i.e. to depart. ? Presence-chamber.
Have they been merry! which their keepers call
I Call this a lightning 1-0, my love! my wife ! Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty : Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there.Tybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody sheet? 0, what more favor can I do to thee, Than with that hand that cut thy youth in twain, To sunder his that was thine enemy? Forgive me, cousin !—Ah, dear Juliet, Why art thou yet so fair ? Shall I believe That unsubstantial Death is amorous ; And that the lean abhorred monster keeps Thee here in dark to be his paramour ? For fear of that, I will still stay with thee; And never from this palace of dim night Depart again : here, here will I remain With worms that are thy chambermaids; O, here Will I set up my everlasting rest; And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars From this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your
last! Arms, take
last embrace ! and, lips, O you The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss A dateless bargain to engrossing death!Come, bitter conduct;come, unsavory guide !
i For conductor.
Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on
Enter, at the other end of the churchyard, FRIAR
LAURENCE, with a lantern, crow, and spade. F. Lau. Saint Francis be my speed! how oft to
night Have my old feet stumbled at graves !—Who 's
there? Who is it that consorts, so late, the dead?
Bal. Here's one, a friend, and one that knows
F. Lau. Bliss be upon you! Tell me, good my
Bal. It doth so, holy sir ; and there's my master, One that you love.
F. Lau. Who is it?
Full half an hour
I dare not, sir : My master knows not, but I am gone hence; And fearfully did menace me with death,