Whate'er thou hear'st or seest, stand all aloof, But, chiefly, to take thence from her dead finger In dear employment: therefore hence, be gone:- In what I further shall intend to do, By Heaven, I will tear thee joint by joint, More fierce, and more inexorable far, Than empty tigers, or the roaring sea. 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. BAL. For all this same, I'll hide me hereabout; His looks I fear, and his intents I doubt. ROM. Thou detestable maw, thou womb of death, Gorg'd with the dearest morsel of the earth, Thus I enforce thy rotten jaws to open, [Retires. [Breaking open the door of the monument. And, in despite, I'll cram thee with more food! PAR. This is that banish'd haughty Montague, That murther'd my love's cousin;—with which grief, It is supposed the fair creature died,— And here is come to do some villainous shame To the dead bodies: I will apprehend him. Stop thy unhallow'd toil, vile Montague. [Advances. ROM. I must, indeed; and therefore came I hither. By urging me to fury:—0, be gone! For I come hither arm'd against myself: And apprehend thee for a felon here. ROM. Wilt thou provoke me? then have at thee, boy. [They fight. PAGE. O Lord! they fight: I will go call the watch. [Exit Page. PAR. O, I am slain! [falls]—If thou be merciful, ROM. In faith, I will:-Let me peruse this face ;- [Dies. [Laying PARIS in the monument. How oft when men are at the point of death, Than with that hand that cut thy youth in twain, Why art thou yet so fair? Shall I believe With worms that are thy chambermaids; O, here And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars From this world-wearied flesh.-Eyes, look your last! [Dies. 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's there? BAL. 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 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. My master knows not but I am gone hence; 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, I dreamt my master and another fought, Romeo! FRI. [Advances. [Enters the monument. Romeo! O, pale!-Who else? what, Paris too? The lady stirs. [JULIET wakes and stirs. JUL. O, comfortable friar! where is my lord? I do remember well where I should be, And there I am:- -Where is my Romeo? [Noise within. FRI. I hear some noise.-Lady, come from that nest Of death, contagion, and unnatural sleep; A greater Power than we can contradict Hath thwarted our intents; come, come away: Thy husband in thy bosom there lies dead; And Paris too: come, I'll dispose of thee Among a sisterhood of holy nuns : Stay not to question, for the watch is coming; Come, go, good Juliet,-[Voise again] I dare no longer stay. JUL. Go, get thee hence, for I will not away.- Thy lips are warm! [Exit. [Kisses him. 1 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. 1 WATCH. The ground is bloody; Search about the church yard: [Exeunt some. Go, some of you, whoe'er you find, attach. [Exeunt other Watchmen. We see the ground whereon these woes do lie; Enter some of the Watch, with BALTHASAR. 2 WATCH. Here's Romeo's man, we found him in the churchyard. 1 WATCH. Hold him in safety till the prince come hither. 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, As he was coming from this churchyard side. 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? Some Juliet, and some-Paris; and all run, With open outcry, toward our monument. PRINCE. What fear is this, which startles in your ears? 1 WATCH. Sovereign, here lies the county Paris slain; |