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For here lies Juliet, and her beauty makes
[Laying Paris in the Monument.
presence-) A presence is a publick room.
by a dead man interr’d.] Romeo being now determined to put an end to his life, considers himself as already dead. 0, how
I Call this a lightning?] Romeo had, just before, been in high spirits, a symptom, which he observes, was sometimes called a lightning before death: but how, says he, (for no situation can exempt Shakspeare's characters from the vice of punning) can I term this sad and gloomy prospect a lightning?
Arms, take your last embrace! and lips, O you
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? Who is it that consorts, so late, the dead ?4
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 master, One that you love. Fri.
Who is it? Bal.
Romeo, Fri. How long hath he been there? Bal.
Full half an hour. Fri. Go with me to the vault. Bal.
I dare not, sir: My master knows not, but I am gone hence; And fearfully did menace me with death,
1 A dateless bargain to engrossing death!] Engrossing seems to be used here in its clerical sense. 2 Come bitter conduct,] Conduct for conductor.
Have my old feet stumbled at graves ?] This accident was reckoned ominous.
4 Who is it, &c.] To consort, is to keep company with.
If I did stay to look on his intents.
Bal. As I did sleep under this yew tree here,
swords To lie discolour'd by this place of peace?
[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, And there I am:-Where is my Romeo?
[Noise within. Fri. I hear some noise.—Lady, come from that
$ I dreamt my master and another fought,] This is one of the touches of nature that would have escaped the hand of any painter less attentive to it than Shakspeare. What happens to a person while he is under the manifest influence of fear, will seem to him, when he is recovered from it, like a dream. Homer, Book 8th, represents Rhesus dying fast asleep, and as it were beholding his enemy in a dream plunging a sword into his bosom. Eustathius and Dacier both applaud this image as very natural; for a man in such a condition, says Mr. Pope, awakes no further than to see confusedly what environs him, and to think it not a reality, but a vision.
And Paris too; comé, I'll dispose of thee
[Kisses him. Thy lips are warm!
i Watch. [Within.] Lead, boy:-Which way? Jul. Yea, noise ?-then I'll be brief.- 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. i Watch. The ground is bloody; Search about
the churchyard: Go, some of
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. 2 Watch. Here's Romeo's man, we found him in
the churchyard. 1 Watch. Hold him in safety, till the prince come
Enter another Watchman, with Friar LAURENCE. 3 Watch. Here is a friar, that trembles, sighs,
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
slain; And Romeo dead; and Juliet, dead before, Warm and new kill'd. Prince. Search, seek, and know how this foul
murder comes. 1 Watch. Here is a friar, and slaughter'd Romeo's