The dashing rocks thy sea-sick weary bark! Here's to my love! [Drinks.] O, true apothecary; [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 It burneth in the Capels' monument. Bal. It doth so, holy sir; and there's my master, One that you love. Fri. Bal. Who is it? Romeo, Full half an hour. 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 some ill unlucky thing. Bal. As I did sleep under this yew-tree here, I dreamt my master and another fought, And that my master slew him. Fri. Romeo! [Advances. Alack, alack, what blood is this, which stains To lie discolour'd by this place of peace? [Enters the monument. Romeo! O, pale !-Who else? what, Paris too? The lady stirs. [JULIET wakes. 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 Hath thwarted our intents; come, come, away: Stay not to question, for the watch is coming; Come, go, good Juliet-[Noise again]. I dare no longer stay. Jul. Go, get thee hence, for I will not away.-- [Exit FRIAR LAURENCE. What's here? a cup, clos'd in my true love's hand? Poison, I see, hath been his 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, To make me die with a restorative. Thy lips are warm! [Kisses him. First Watch. [Within.] Lead, boy:-which way? [Snatching ROMEO's dagger. This is thy sheath [Stabs herself]; there rest, 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. First Watch. The ground is bloody; search about the churchyard: Go, some of you, whoe'er you find, attach. [Exeunt some of the Watch. Pitiful sight! here lies the county slain the Montagues-some others search ;— [Exeunt other Watchmen. We see the ground whereon these woes do lie ; Re-enter some of the Watch, with BALTHASAR. Second Watch. Here's Romeo's man, we found him in the churchyard. First Watch. Hold him in safety till the prince come hither. Re-enter others of the Watch, with FRIAR LAURENCE. Third 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. First Watch. A great suspicion; stay the friar too. Enter the PRINCE and Attendants. Prince. What misadventure is so early up, Enter CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, and others. Prince. What fear is this, which startles in our ears? First 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. First Watch. Here is a friar, and slaughter'd Romeo's man; With instruments upon them, fit to open These dead men's tombs. Cap. O, heaven!-O, wife! look how our daughter bleeds! This dagger hath mista’en-for, lo! his house 6 Is empty on the back of Montague — And is missheathed in my daughter's bosom ! La. Cap. O me! this sight of death is as a bell, That warns my old age to a sepulchre. 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 exile hath stopp'd her breath : What further woe conspires against my 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 while, Till we can clear these ambiguities, And know their spring, their head, their true descent; And then will I be general of your woes, And lead you even to death: meantime forbear, Bring forth the parties of suspicion. Fri. I am the greatest, able to do least, Prince. Then say at once what thou dost know in this. Romeo, there dead, was husband to that Juliet, Or, in my cell there would she kill herself. The form of death: meantime I writ to Romeo, |