And we are one-no pow'r shall part us.

[Faints on Romeo's body.

Enter Friar LAWRENCE with Lantborn, Crow, and Spade.

Fri. St Francis be my speed! how oft to-night,

Have my old feet stumbled at graves? who's there?
Alack, alack! what blood is this which stains

The stony entrance of this sepulchre !

Jul. Who's there?

Fri. Ah Juliet awake, and Romeo dead!

And Paris too-Oh what unkind hour

Is guilty of this lamentable chance!

Jul. Here he is still, and I will hold him fast, They shall not tear him from me

Fri. Patience lady

Jul. Who is that? O thou cursed Friar! patience! Talk'st thou of patience to a wretch like me!

Fri. O fatal error! rise, thou fair distrest,

And fly this scene of death.

Jul. Come thou not near me,

Or this dagger shall quit my Romeo's death!

[Draws a dagger.

Fri. I wonder not thy griefs have made thee desp'rate.

What not noise without? sweet Juliet let us.fly

A greater power than we can contradict,

Hath thwarted our intents-come, haste away,

I will dispose thee, most unhappy lady,

Among a sisterhood of holy nuns ;

Stay not to question-for the watch is coming,

Come, go, good Juliet-I dare not longer stay. [Exit. 3ul. Go, get thee hence, I will not away

What's here! a phial- -Romeo's 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-[Kisses bim.

[WATCH and PAGE within.]

Watch. Lead, boy, which way

Jul. Noise again!

Then I'll be brief-O happy dagger!

This is thy sheath, there rest and let me die. [Kills herself. Boy. This is the placeny liege.

VOL. I.

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Enter.

Enter PRINCE, etc.

Prin. What misadventure is so early up, That calls our person from its morning's rest?

Enter CAPULET.

Cap. What shall it be, that they so shriek abroad? The people in the street cy Romeo,

Some Juliet; and some Paris; and all run

With open outcry tow'rds our monument.

Prin. What fear is this which startles in your ears? Watch. Sovereign, here lies the County Paris slain, And Romeo dead- -Juliet thought dead before Is warm and newly kill'd

Cap. Oh me, this sight of death is as a bell, That warns my old age to a sepulchre

Enter MOUNTAGUE.

Prin. Come, Mountague, for thou art early up, To see thy son and heir now early fall'n

Mount Alas, my lige, my wife is dead to-night, Grief of my son's exile hath stopt her breath.

What further woe conspires against my age?

Prin. Look there

and see.

Mount. Oh though untaught, what manners is in this, To press before thy father to a grave!

Prin. Seal up the mouth of outrage for a while

Till we can clear these ambiguities,

And know their spring and head-meantime forbear,

And let mischance be slave to patience;

Bing forth the parties of suspicion.

Fri. 1 am the greatest.

Prin. Then sav at once what thou dost know of this. Fri. Let us retire from this dread scene of death,

And I'll unfold the whole; if ought in this

Miscarried by my fault, let my old life

Be sacrific'd some hour before its time

Unto the rigour of severest law.

Prin. We still have known thee for a holy man ; Where be these enemies, Capulet! Mountague! See what a scourge is laid upon your hate.

Cap. Oh brother Mountague, give me thy hand,

This is my daughter's jointure; for no more
Can I demand.

Mount. But I can give thee more,
For I will raise her stature in pure gold,
That while Verona by that name is known,
There shall no figure at that rate be priz'd,
As that of true and faithful Juliet.

Cap. As rich shall Romeo by his lady lie.
Poor sacrifices of our enmity!

Prin. A gloomy piece this morning with it brings; Let Romeo's man and let the boy attend us : We'll hence and scan these sad disasters;

Well may you mourn, my lords, (now wise too late)
These tragic issues of your mutual hate;

From private fueds, what dire misfortunes flow:
Whate'er the cause the sure effect is WOE.

FINIS.

EVERY MAN IN HIS HUMOUR.

DRAMATIS PERSONÆ.

Kitely, a Merchant, Mr Gar- | Justice Clement, an old mer-
rick.
ry Magistrate, Mr Tas vell.
Captain Bobadil, Mr Wood-Roger Formal, his Clerk, Mr

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ACT I. SCENE I.

SCENE, A Court-yard before Kno'well's House.

Enter KNO'WELL and BRAIN-WORM.

KNO'WELL.

GOODLY day toward! and a fresh morning! Brain

Call up your young master: bid him rise, Sir.

Tell him I have some business to employ him.

Brain. I will, Sir, presently. Kno. But hear you, sirrah,

If he be at his book disturb him not.

Kno. How happy yet, should I esteem myself,
Cou'd'I (by any practice) wean the boy
From one vain course of study he affects.
He is a scholar, if a man may trust
The liberal voice of fame in her report,
Of good account, in both our Universities;
Either of which hath favoured him with graces:
But their indulgence must no spring in me
A fond opinion, hat he cannot err.
Myself was once a student; and, indeed,
Fed with the self-same humour, he is now,
Dreaming on nought but idle poetry,

That fruitless, and unprofitable art,

Good unto none, but least to the professors,

Which, then, I thought the mistress of all knowledge: But since, time and the truth have wak'd my judgment, And reason taught me better to distinguish

The vain from th' useful learnings.

Cousin Stephen!

Enter Master STEPHEN.

What news with you, 'that you are here so early?
Step. Nothing, but e'en come to see how you do, uncle
Kno. That's kindly done; you are welcome, coz.
Step. Ay, I know that, Sir; I would not'ha' come else.
How doth my cousin Edward, uncle ?

Kno. O, well, cez; go in and see: I doubt he be scarce stirring yet.

Step Uncle, afore I go in, can you tell me' an' he haye e'er a book of the sciences of hawking and hunting? F wou'd fain borrow it.

Kno. Why, I hope you will not a hawking now; will

you?

Step. No wusse, but I'll practise against the next year, uncle; I have bought me a hawk, and a hood, and bells, and all; I lack nothing but a book to keep it by.

Kno. O, most ridiculous.

Step. Nay, look you now, you are angry, uncle: why, you know; an' a man have not skill in the hawking and hunting languages now-a-days, I'll not give a rush for him. They are more studied than the Greek, or Latin. He is for no gallant's company without 'em. And by gad's-lid I scorn it; I, so I do, to be a consort for every bum-drum ; G 3

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