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Eyes, look your last!
Arms, take your last embrace! and, lips, do
The doors of breath seal with a righteous kiss !-
[JULIET wakes.

Soft!-she breathes, and stirs !

Jul. Where am I? Defend me, powers!

Rom. She speaks, she lives, and we shall still be bless'd!

My kind propitious stars o'erpay me now
For all my sorrows past.-Rise, rise, my Juliet;
And from this cave of death, this house of horror,
Quick let me snatch thee to thy Romeo's arms;
There breathe a vital spirit in thy lips,
And call thee back, my soul, to life and love.

[Raises her. Jul. Bless me, how cold it is!-Who's there?Rom. Thy husband;

'Tis thy Romeo, Juliet, raised from despair
To joys unutterable.-Quit, quit this place,
And let us fly together.-[Brings her from the Tomb.
Jul. Why do you force me so?-I'll ne'er con-

My strength may fail me, but my will's unmoved;
I'll not wed Paris ;-Romeo is my husband.


Rom. Romeo is thy husband; I am that Romeo ;
Nor all the opposing powers of earth or man
Shall break our bonds, or tear thee from my heart.
Jul. I know that voice: Its magic sweetness wakes
My tranced soul;-I now remember well
Each circumstance.-

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O my lord, my husband!

Dost thou avoid me, Romeo? Let me touch
Thy hand, and taste the cordial of thy lips.
You fright me:-Speak:-O, let me hear some voice
Besides my own in this drear vault of death,
Or I shall faint.- -Support me-

Rom. O, I cannot;

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I have no strength; but want thy feeble aid.-
Cruel poison!

Jul. Poison! What means my lord? Thy trembling

Pale lips, and swimming eyes,-Death's in thy face.
Rom. It is indeed,-I struggle with him now :-
The transports that I felt,

To hear thee speak, and see thy opening eyes,
Stopp'd, for a moment, his impetuous course,
And all my mind was happiness and thee :-
But now the poison rushes through my veins :-
I have not time to tell,-

Fate brought me to this place, to take a last,
Last farewell of my love, and with thee die.
Jul. Die?-Was the friar false?
Eom. I know not that.-

I thought thee dead: distracted at the sight,
O fatal speed!-drank poison,-kiss'd thy lips,
And found within thy arms a precious grave:
But, in that moment,-O!-

Jul. And did I wake for this!

Rom. My powers are blasted :

'Twixt death and love I'm torn, I am distracted: But death's strongest :-And must I leave thee, Juliet!

O, cruel, cursed fate! in sight of heaven.-
Jul. Thou ravest: lean on my breast.

Rom. Fathers have flinty hearts, no tears can melt 'em :

Nature pleads in vain :-Children must be wretched. Jul. O, my breaking heart!

Rom. She is my wife,-our hearts are twined together,

Capulet, forbear;-Paris, loose your hold;Pull not our heart-strings thus :—they crack,-they break,


O, Juliet! Juliet !—

Jul. Stay, stay for me, Romeo;

A moment stay; fate marries us in death,
And we are one; no power shall part us.

[Faints on Romeo's Body. Enter Friar LAURENGE, with a Lantern and an

Iron Crow. Lau. Saint Francis be my speed! how oft to-night Have my old feet stumbled at graves! Who's there? Alack, alack! what blood is this which stains The stony entrance of this sepulchre ?

Jul. Who's there?

Lau. Ha! Juliet awake! and Romeo dead !
And Paris tvo !-0, what an unkind hour
Is guilty of this lamentable chance!

Jul. Here he is still, and I will hold him fast;
They shall not tear him from me.

Lau. Patience, lady!

vul. O, thou cursed friar! Patience! Talk'st thou of patience to a wretch like me?

L22. O fatal error !-Rise, thou fair distress'd, And fly this scene of death.

Jul. Come thou not near me;
Or this dagger shall quit my Romeo's death.

[Draws a dagger. Lau. I wonder not, thy griefs have made thee


Voices without.]
Follow, follow,
Lau. What noise without?-Sweet Juliet, let us

A greater power than we can contradict
Hath thwarted our intents : Come, haste away:
I will dispose thee, most unhappy lady,
Amongst a sisterhood of holy nuns.

[Voices without.] Which way? Which way?

Lau. Stay not to question; for the watch is coming: Come; go, good Juliet. I dare not longer stay.

(Exit Friar LAURENCE.

Jul. Go, get thee hence; for I will not away.What's here? A phial!-Romeo's timeless end.O, churl! drink all; and leave no friendly drop To help me after?-I will kiss thy lips;Haply, some poison yet doth hang on them.[Voices without.]

Lead, boy:-Which way?
Jul. Noise again!-

Then I'll be brief.-O, happy dagger!—

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[Stabs herself. This is thy sheath ;-there rest, and let me die.


Enter BALTHASAR and the Page guarded,-the Prince, and Attendants with Torches.

Bal. This is the place, my liege.
Prince. What misadventure is so early up,
That calls our person from its morning's rest?

Enter CAPULET, and Gentlemen.

Cap. What should it be, that they so shriek abroad?

The people in the street cry-Romeo ;
Some, Juliet; and some,-Paris: and all run
With open outcry tow'rds our monument.

Prince. What fear is this, which startles in your ears?

Bal. Sovereign, here lies the county Paris slain ;My master Romeo dead;-and Juliet, Thought dead before, appears but newly kill'd. Cap. O me! this sight of death is as a bell, That warns my old age to a sepulchre.

Enter MONTAGUE, and Gentlemen.

Prince. Come, Montague; for thou art early up, To see thy son and heir now early fallen.

Mon. Ålas, my liege, my wife is dead to-night!

The exile of my son hath stopp'd her breath :-
What further woe conspires against my age ?

Prince. Look there, and 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 while, 'Till we can clear these ambiguities, And know their spring and head: Meantime forbear, And let mischance be slave to patience. Bring forth the parties of suspicion.

Enter Friar LAURENCE. Lau. I am the greatest. Prince. Then, say at once what thou dost know in

this. Lau. Let us retire from this dread scene of death, And I'll unfold the whole : If aught in this Miscarried by my fault, let my old life Be sacrificed, some hour before its time, Unto the rigour of severest law.

Prince. We still have known thee for a holy man.Let Romco's man, and let the boy attend us : We'll hence, and further scan these sad disasters Well may you mourn, my lords, now wise too late, These tragic issues of your mutual hate. From private feuds what dire misfortunes flow! Whate'er the cause, the sure effect is woe. [Exeunt.


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