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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 fight. 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.
my man, when my betossed soul
[Laying Paris in the Monument.
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.