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
In dear employment: therefore hence, be gone:
But if thou, jealous, dost return to pry
In what I further shall intend to do,
By heaven, I will tear thee joint by joint,
And strew this hungry church-yard with thy limbs :
The time and my intents are savage-wild;
More fierce, and more inexorable far,
Than empty tigers, or the roaring sea.

Bal. I will be gone, sir, and not trouble you.
Rom. So shalt thou show me friendship. Take thou

that: Live, and be pro erous; and farewell, good fellow.

Bal. For all this same, I'll hide me liereabout;
His looks I fear, and his intents I doubt. [Retires.

Rom. Thou détestable maw, thou womb of death
Gorgd 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!

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?
For fear of that, I will still stay with thee;
And never from this palace of dim night
Depart again; here, here will I remain
With worms that are thy chambermaids; 0, bere
Will I sel up my everlasting rest;
And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars
From this world-wearied flesh.--Eyes, look your last!
Arms, take your last embrace! and lips, O yon
The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss
A dateless bargain to engrossing death! -
Come, bitter conduct, come, unsavoury guide!
Thou desperate pilot, now at nce run on
The dashing rocks thy sea-sick weary bark !
Here's to my love!--[ Drinks] O, true apothecary!
Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die. [Dies.
Enter, at the other end of the Church-yard, 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?

Bal. Here's one, a friend, and one that knows you well.

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 halh 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 lence;
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 iny master slew him.
Fri.

Romeo ! [Advances.
Alack, alack, what blood is this, which stains
The stony entrance of this sepulchre?-
What mean these masterless and gory 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 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.

[Exit.
Jul. Go, get thee hence, for I will not away.-
What's here? a cup, clos'd in my true love's hand ?
Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end :-
O churí! 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. (Kisses him.
Thy lips are warm !

1 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

[Falls on Romeo's Body and dies.

ine die.