ACT V. SCENE I. Mantua. A Street. Enter ROMEO. And hire those horses: I'll be with thee straight. [Exit BALTHASAR. Well, Juliet, I will lie with thee to-night. Rom. If I may trust the flattering death of Let's see for means: -O, mischief, thou art swift sleep, My dreams presage some joyful news at hand: To enter in the thoughts of desperate men! I do remember an apothecary, And hereabouts he dwells, whom late I noted (Strange dream that gives a dead man leave to And in his needy shop a tortoise hung, think), And breathed such life with kisses in my lips, Enter BALTHASAR. News from Verona ! - How now, Balthasar? Bal. Then she is well, and nothing can be ill: Rom. Is it even so? then I defy you, stars!Thou know'st my lodging: get me ink and paper, And hire post-horses: I will hence to-night. Bal. Pardon me, sir, I will not leave you thus: Your looks are pale and wild, and do import Some misadventure. An alligator stuffed, and other skins Rom. Art thou so bare and full of wretched- The letter was not nice, but full of charge, ness, And fear'st to die? Famine is in thy cheeks, Rom. There is thy gold: worse poison to men's Doing more murders in this loathsome world I sell thee poison; thou hast sold me none. [Exeunt. SCENE II.- FRIAR LAURENCE'S Cell. Enter FRIAR JOHN. John. Holy Franciscan friar! brother, ho! Enter FRIAR LAURENCE. Of dear import; and the neglecting it John. Brother, I'll go and bring it thee. [Exit. Lau. Now must I to the monument alone: And keep her at my sell till Romeo come: SCENE III.A Churchyard: in it, a Monument belonging to the CAPULETS. Enter PARIS, and his Page, bearing flowers and a torch. Par. Give me thy torch, boy. Hence, and Yet put it out, for I would not be seen. Lau. This same should be the voice of Friar Give me those flowers. Do as I bid thee; go. Page. I am almost afraid to stay alone [Retires. Par. Sweet flower, with flowers thy bridal bed O woe! thy canopy is dust and stones, Or, wanting that, with tears distilled by moans: [Retires. Enter ROMEO and BALTHASAR, with a torch, Heap not another sin upon my head, mattock, &c. By urging me to fury: O, be gone! Rom. Give me that mattock and the wrenching- For I come hither armed against myself. iron. Hold, take this letter: early in the morning See thou deliver it to my lord and father. But chiefly to take thence from her dead finger Bal. I will be gone, sir, and not trouble you. Rom. So shalt thou show me friendship. - Take thou that: Live and be prosperous; and farewell, good fellow. [Breaking open the door of the Monument. And, in despite, I'll cram thee with more food! Par. This is that banished haughty Montague, That murdered my love's cousin; -with which grief It is supposed the fair creature died; - [Advances. Stop thy unhallowed toil, vile Montague: [Dies. Rom. In faith, I will. Let me peruse this face: Mercutio's kinsman, noble County Paris! What said my man, when my betosséd 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, slaughtered 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 interred. -- [Laying PARIS in the Monument. How oft, when men are at the point of death, I dreamt my master and another fought, [Advances. For fear of that, I will stay with thee, last! [Enters the Monument. Romeo! O, pale! - Who else? what, Paris, too; And steeped in blood!-Ah, what an unkind Is guilty of this lamentable chance! — [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 nest Of death, contagion, and unnatural sleep: Have my old feet stumbled at graves!- Who's And Paris too: come, I'll dispose of thee there? Who is it that consorts, so late, the dead? Bal. Here's one, a friend, and one that knows you well. Fri. Bliss be upon you! Tell me, good my What torch is yond', that vainly lends his light It burneth in the Capels' monument. Among a sisterhood of holy nuns. Stay not to question, for the watch is coming: Jul. Go, get thee hence, for I will not away. Bal. It doth so, holy sir; and there's my master, Haply some poison yet doth hang on them, One that you love. To make me die with a restorative. Thy lips are warm! [Kisses him. 1st Watch [within]. Lead, boy:- which way? Jul. Yea, noise? then I'll be brief. -O happy 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. Page. This is the place: there, where the torch doth burn. 1st Watch. The ground is bloody: search about the churchyard. find, attach. Exeunt some. Pitiful sight! here lies the County slain : Enter some of the Watch, with BALTHASAR. 1st Watch. Hold him in safety till the Prince come hither. Enter another Watchman, with FRIAR LAURENCE. We took this mattock and this spade from him, Enter the PRINCE and Attendants. Cap. What should it be, that they so shriek abroad? Lady C. The people in the street cry "Romeo; Cap. O, heavens!-O wife! look how our This dagger hath mista'en, for lo! his house Enter MONTAGUE and others. Prince. Come, Montague; for thou art early up, To see thy son and heir more early down. Mon. Alas, my liege, my wife is dead to-night: Grief of my son's exíle hath stopped her breath: What further woe conspires against mine age? 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 Till we can clear these ambiguities, in this. Fri. I will be brief; for my short date of breath Some "Juliet;" and some "Paris:" and all run, Is not so long as is a tedious tale: — Romeo, there dead, was husband to that Juliet, Prince. What fear is this which startles in our And she, there dead, that Romeo's faithful wife: I married them; and their stolen marriage-day ears? 1st Watch. Sovereign, here lies the County Was Tybalt's doomsday, whose untimely death Paris slain; And Romeo dead; and Juliet, dead before, Warm and new killed. Banished the new-made bridegroom from this city; Prince. Search, seek, and know how this foul Betrothed and would have married her perforce To County Paris. Then comes she to me; murder comes. 1st Watch. Here is a friar, and slaughtered And with wild looks, bid me devise some means Romeo's man; With instruments upon them, fit to open These dead men's tombs. To rid her from this second marriage, |