Balth. I will be gone, Sir, and not trouble you. Rom. So shalt thou shew me Friendship. Take thou that. Live and be prosp'rous, and farewel, good fellow. [Breaking up the Monument. And in despight I'll cram thee with more food. Rom. I must, indeed, and therefore came I hither. : Rom. Wilt thou provoke me? then have at thee, boy. [They fight, Paris falts. Page. Oh Lord, they fight! I will go call the Watch. Par. Oh, I am flain; if thou be merciful, Open the tomb, lay me with Juliet. 12 [Dies. Rom. Rom. In faith, I will. Let me peruse this face And never from this Palace of dim night Depart again: Here, here will I remain, With worms that are thy chamber-maids; oh here Will I fet up my everlasting Rest; And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars From this world-weary'd flesh. Eyes, look your last Arms, take your last embrace! and lips, oh you The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss A dateless bargain to engrossing death. Come, bitter conduct! come unsav'ry guide! Thou desp'rate pilot, now at once run on The dashing rocks my fea-sick, weary, bark. Here's to my love? Oh, true apothecary! Mercutio's kinsman; Noble County Paris! Or am I mad, hearing him talk of Juliet, A Grave? O, no; a Lanthorn, slaughter'd Youth; [Laying Paris in the Monument, 1 [Drinks the poison. Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die. [Dies. 6 And never from this Palace I Thy drugs are quick)] Mr. Pope's, and some other of the worser editions acknowledge abfurdly the lines which I have put into parenthesis here; and which I have expung'd from the text, for this reason: Romeo is made to confess the effect of the poison before ever he has tasted it. suppose, it hardly was so savoury that the patient should chuse to make two draughts of it. And, eight lines after these, we find him taking the poison in his hands, and making an apostrophe to it; inviting it to perform its office at once; and then, and not 'till then, does he clap it to his lips, or can with any probability speak of its instant force and ef- -Come, lie thou in my Arms; THEOBALD. I have no edition but the folio, which has all the passage here mentioned. I have followed Mr. Theobald. Enter Friar Lawrence with lanthorn, crow, and spade. Fri. St. Francis be my speed! How oft to-night Have my old feet stumbled at graves? Who's there? Enter Balthafar. Balth. Here's one, a friend, and one that knows you well. Fri. Bliss be upon you! Tell me, good my friend, What torch is yond, that vainly lends his light It burneth in the Capulets' Monument. Balth. It doth so, holy Sir, and there's my master, One that you love. Fri. Who is it? Balth. Romeo. Fri. How long hath he been there?" Balth. Full half an hour. Fri. Go with me to the vault. Balth. 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 fome ill unlucky thing. Balth. As I did fleep under this yew tree here, Fri. Romeo ! Alack, alack, what blood is this, which stains Is guilty of this lamentable chance? The lady stirs. Jul. [awaking.] Oh comfortable Friar, where is my Lord ? I do remember well, where I should be; Fri. I hear fome noise! Lady, come from that neft Thy lips are warm. Enter Boy and Watch. Watch. Lead, boy. Which way? Then I'll be brief. O happy dagger! [Finding a dagger. This is thy sheath, there rust and let me die. [Kills herself. Boy. This is the place; there, where the torch doth burn. Watch. The ground is bloody. Search about the church-yard; Go, some of you, whom e'er you find, attach. 14 Pitiful |