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To cross my obsequies, and true-love's rites ?
[Retires. Enter Romeo and BALTHASAR with a Torch,
Bal. I will be gone, sir, and not trouble you.
thou that: Live, and be prosperous; and farewell, good fellow.
Bal. For all this same, I'll hide me hereabout;
2;. e. Action of importance.
Rom. Thou détestable maw, thou womb of death Gorg'd with the dearest morsel of the earth, Thus I enforce thy rotten jaws to open,
[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 murder'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.
[Advances. Ştop thy unhallow'd toil, vile Montague; Can vengeance be pursu'd further than death? Condemned villain, I do apprehend thee: Obey, and go with me; for thou must die. Rom. I must, indeed ; and therefore came I
hither.Good gentle youth, tempt not a desperate man, Fly hence and leave me ;--think
gone; Let them affright thee.--I beseech thee, youth, Heap not another sin upon my head, By urging me to fury:-0, be gone! By heaven, I love thee better than myself: For I come hither arm’d against myself: Stay not, begone ;-live, and hereafter sayA madman's mercy bade thee run away.
Par. I do defy thy conjurations, And do attach thee as a felon here. Rom. Wilt thou provoke me? then have at thee, boy.
3 I refuse to do as thou conjurest me to do, io e. depart.
Page. O lord! they fight: I will go call the watch.
[Exit Page. Par. O, I am slain! [Falls.]-If thou be merciful, Open the tomb, lay me with Juliet.
[Dies. Rom. In faith, I will:--Let me peruse this face; Mercutio's kinsman, noble county Paris :What said my man,
[Laying Paris in the Monument,
4 The allusion is to a louvre or turret full of windows by means of which ancient halls, &c. are illuminated,
5 Presence chamber.
O, what more favour can I do to thee,
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? Bal. Here's one, a friend, and one that knows you
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
Who is it?
Full half an hour.
I dare not, sir :
Fri. Stay then, I'll go alone :--Fear comes upon
O, much I fear some ill unlucky thing.
Bal. As I did sleep under this yew-tree here,
Romeo ? [Advances.
[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 lord ?