Accept this latest favor at my hands; That living honor'd thee; and, being dead, [the Boy whistles. The boy gives warning, something doth approach. What cursed foot wanders this way to-night, To cross my obsequies, and true love's rites? What, with a torch ?—muffle me, night, awhile. [retires. 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 But, chiefly, to take thence from her dead finger In dear employment: 1 therefore hence; be gone :- 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. i. e. in an action of importance. The time and my intents are savage-wild; Than empty tigers, or the roaring sea. 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 here is come to do some villanous shame [advances. Stop thy unhallow'd toil, vile Montague; Ro. I must, indeed; and therefore came I hither. Good gentle youth, tempt not a desperate man ; By heaven, I love thee better than myself; Pa. I do defy thy conjurations,1 And do attach thee as a felon here. Ro. Wilt thou provoke me? then have at thee, boy. watch. [they fight. Page. O lord! they fight: I will go call the [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 ?-O, 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 2 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. 2 Presence-chamber. SHAK. XIII. T Have they been merry! which their keepers call Than with that hand that cut thy youth in twain, 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 your last embrace! and, lips, O you 1 For conductor. Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on [dies. 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 tonight 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 you well. F. Lau. Bliss be upon you! Tell me, good my friend, What torch is yond', that vainly lends his light To grubs and eyeless sculls? as I discern, It burneth in the Capels' monument. Bal. It doth so, holy sir; and there's my master, One that you love. F. Lau. How long hath he been there? Bal. Full half an hour I dare not, sir : F. Lau. Go with me to the vault. My master knows not, but I am gone hence; |