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Enter at the other end of the Churchyard, Friar
LAURENCE, with a Lantern, Crow, and Spade.
Fri. Saint Francis be my speed ! how oft to-night Have my old feet stumbled at graves ?
Who is it that consorts, so late, the dead ?
Bal. Here's one, a friend, and one that knows
Fri. 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 mas
ter, One that you love. Fri.
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, If I did stay to look on his intents. Fri. Stay then, I'll go alone :
Fear comes upon me: o, much I fear some ill unlucky thing.
Bal. As I did sleep under this yew-tree here,
Romeo ? [Advances.
[Enters the Monument. Romeo! O, pale! - Who else? what, Paris, too? And steep'd in blood ? — Ah, what an unkind
hour Is guilty of this lamentable chance! The lady stirs.
[JULIET wakes and stirs. Jul. O, comfortable friar! where is my lord ?
I do remember well where I should be,
[Noise within. Fri. I hear some noise. - Lady, come from that
i Watch. [Within.] Lead, boy :- Which way?
dagger! [Snatching Romeo's Dagger. This is thy sheath ; [Stabs herself.] there rust, and
let me die.
[Falls on Romeo's Body, and dies.
Enter Watch, with the Page of PARIS.
the churchyard : Go, some of you, who e'er you find, attach.
[Exeunt some. Pitiful sight! here lies the county slain ;And Juliet bleeding; warm, and newly dead,
Who here hath lain these two days buried. —
some others search;
[Exeunt other Watchmen. We see the ground whereon these woes do lie; But the true ground of all these piteous woes, We cannot without circumstance descry.
Enter some of the Watch, with BALTHASAR.
Enter another Watchman, with Friar LAURENCE.
3 Watch. Here is a friar, that trembles, sighs,
and weeps :
We took this mattock and this spade from him,
1 Watch. A great suspicion; Stay the friar too.
Enter the Prince and Attendants.
Prince. What misadventure is so early up, That calls our person from our morning's rest?
Enter CAPULET, Lady CAPULET, and others. Cap. What should it be, that they so shriek
abroad? La. Cap. The people in the street cry - Romeo, Some - Juliet, and some Paris; and all run, With open outcry toward our monument. Prince. What fear is this, which startles in our
ears? 1 Watch. Sovereign, here lies the county Paris
And Romeo dead; and Juliet, dead before,
La. Cap. O me! this sight of death is as a bell,
age to a sepulchre.
Enter MONTAGUE and others.
Mon. Alas, my liege, my wife is dead to-night;
Prince. Look, and thou shalt see.
Mon. O thou untaught! what manners is in this, To press
before thy father to a grave ? Prince. Seal up the mouth of outrage for a
Fri. I am the greatest, able to do least,
2 3. c. The scabbard.