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SCENE III. A Church-yard; in it a Monument
belonging to the CAPULETS. Enter PARIS; and his Page, bearing Flowers and a
Torch. Par. Give me thy torch, boy: Hence, and stand Yet put it out, for I would not be seen. [aloof;Under yon yew-trees lay thee all along, Holding thine ear close to the hollow ground; So shall no foot upon the church-yard tread (Being loose, unfirm, with digging up of graves), But thou shalt hear it: whistle then to me, As signal that thou hear'st something approach. Give me those flowers. Do as I bid thee, go.
Page. I am almost afraid to stand alone Here in the church-yard; yet I will adventure. [Retires.
Par. Sweet flower, with flowers I strew thy bridal bed : Sweet tomb, that in thy circuit dost contain The perfect model of eternity; Fair Juliet, that with angels dost remain, Accept this latest favour at my hands; That living honour'd thee, and, being dead, With funeral praises do adorn thy tomb!
[The Boy whistles. The boy gives warning, something doth approach. What cursed foot wanders this way to-night, To cross my obsequies, and true-love's rites? What, with a torch-muffle me, night, awhile. [Retires. Enter Romeo and BALTHAZAR, with a Torch,
Mattock, fc. Rom. Give me that mattock, and the wrenching iron. Hold, take this letter; early in the morning See thou deliver it to my lord and father. Give me the light : Upon thy life I charge thee, Whate'er thou hear'st or seest, stand all aloof, And do not interrupt me in my course. Why I descend into this bed of death, Is, partly, to behold my lady's face: But, chiefly, to take hence from her dead finger
A precious ring; a ring, that I must use
Bal. I will be gone, sir, and not trouble you.
that: Live, and be pro erous; and farewell, good fellow.
Bal. For all this same, I'll hide me liereabout;
Rom. Thou détestable maw, thou womb of death
[Breaking open the Door of the Monument. And, in despite, I'll cram thee with more food!
Pár. This is that banish'd haughty Montague, That murder'd my love's cousin ;-wit, which grief, It is supposed, the fair creature died ;And here is come to do some villanous shame To the dead bodies: I will apprehend him.
[Advances. Stop thy unhallow'd toil, vile Montague; Can yengeance 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 upon these 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, be gone ;-live, and hereafter say A madman's mercy bade thee run away.
I ar. I do defy thy conjurations, And do attach thee as a telon here. Rom. Wilt thou provoke me? then have at thee, boy.
[They figħt. Page. O lord! they fight: I will go call the watch.
[Exit Puge. 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 perase this face; Mercatio's kinsman, noble county Paris: What said my man, when my betossed soul Did not attend him as we rode? I think, He told me, Paris should have married Juliet: Said he not so? or did I dream it so ? Or ain I mad, hearing him talk of Juliet, To think it was so ?-0, give me thy hand, One writ with me in sour misfortune's book! I'll bury thee in a triumphant grave, A grave? o, no; a lantern, slaughter'd youth, For here lies Juliet, and her beauty makes This vault a feasting presence full of light. Death, lie thou ere, by a dead man interr’d.
[Laying Paris in the Monument. How oft when men are at the point of death Have they been merry? which their keepers call A lightning before death: 0, how may I Call this a lightning?-0, my love! my wife! Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, Halh had no power yet upon thy beauty : Thou art not conqnerd; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips, and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there. Tybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody sheet? 0, what inore favour can I do to thee, Than with that hand that cut thy youth in twain, To sunder his that was thine enemy? Forgive me, cousin !-Ah! dear Juliet, Why art thou yet so fair? Shall I believe That unsubstantial death is amorous; And that the lean abhorred monster keeps
Thee here in dark to be his paramour?
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 well.
Fri. Bliss be upon you! Tell me, good, my friend,
Bal. It doth so, holy sir; and there's my master,
Who is it?
Full half an hour.
I dare not, sir:
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,
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 my lord ? I do remeinber 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 bosoun 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,-[Noise again] 1 dare stay no longer.
1 Watch. [Within] Lead, boy :-Which way?
(Snatching Romeo's Dagger. This is thy sheath; [Stabs herself] there rust, and let
[Falls on Romeo's Body and dies.