Fri. Sir, go you in,—and, madam, go with him ;-- poft?
And go, fir Paris;-every one prepare
To follow this fair corfe unto her grave:
The heavens do lour upon you, for fome ill;
Move them no more, by croffing their high will.
[Exeunt Capulet, Lady Capulet, Paris, and Friar.
Muf. 'Faith we may put up our pipes, and be

Pet. O, I cry you mercy! you are the finger: I will fay for you. It is-mufick with her filver Sound, because fuch fellows as you have no gold for founding:

Then mufick with her filver found,

With Speedy help doth lend redrefs. [Exit, finging. 1 Muf. What a peftilent knave is this fame? 2 Muf. Hang him, Jack! Come, we'll in here; tarry for the mourners, and ftay dinner. [Exeunt.

ACT

My bofom's lord fits lightly on his throne;

And, all this day, an unaccuftom'd fpirit

Lifts me above the ground with chearful thoughts.

I dreamt, my lady came and found me dead;

I may truft the flattering truth of (Strange dream! that gives a dead man leave to think) fleep 5,

My dreams prefage fome joyful news at hand:

And breath'd fuch life with kiffes in my lips,
That I reviv'd, and was anemperor.

1 A dump anciently fignified fome kind of dance, as well as forrow. On this occafion it means a mournful fong. 2 To gleek is to fcoff. 3 A catling was a finall luteftring made of catgut. fiddler is fo called from an inftrument with three ftrings, mentioned by feveral of the old writers, Rebec, rebecquin. 5 The fenfe is, If I may only trust the honesty of fleep, which I know however not to be fo nice as not often to practile flattery. The oldeft copy read's the flattering eye of fleep. Ab

i. e. was not written on a trivial or foolish fubject.

Yet put it out, for I would not be seen.
Under yon yew-trees lay thee all along,
Holding thine ear close to the hollow ground;
So fhall no foot upon the church-yard tread,
(Being loofe, unfirm, with digging up of graves)
But thou fhalt hear it whiftle then to me,
As fignal that thou hear'st fomething approach.
Give me thofe flowers. Do as I bid thee, go.
Page. I am almost afraid to stand alone
Here in the church-yard; yet I will adventure.

[Exit.

Par. Sweet flower, with flowers I ftrew thy
bridal bed:
[Strewing flowers.
Sweet tomb, that in thy circuit doft 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 whiftles.
The boy gives warning; fomething doth approach.
What curfed foot wanders this way to-night,
To cross my obfequies, and true love's rites?
What, with a torch !-Muffle me, night, a while.
Enter Romeo, and Balthafar with a torch, &c.
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'ft or feeft, ftand all aloof,
And do not interrupt me in my courfe.
Why I defcend into this bed of death
Is, partly, to behold my lady's face :
But, chiefly, to take thence from her dead finger
A precious ring; a ring, that I must use
In dear employment: therefore hence,

gone:

Par. This is that banish'd haughty Montague,
That murder'd my love's coufin;-with which grief,
It is fuppofed, the fair creature dy'd,—

And here is come to do fome villainous fhame
To the dead bodies: I will apprehend him.
Stop thy unhallow'd toil, vile Montague;
Can vengeance be purfu'd further than death?
Condemned villain, I do apprehend thee:
Obey, and go with me; for thou must die.

Rom. I muft, indeed; and therefore came I hi-
ther.-

Good gentle youth, tempt not a desperate man,
Fly hence and leave ne;—think upon these gone;
Let them affright thee.-I befeech thee, youth,
Pull not another fin upon my head,

By urging me to fury :-O, 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 fay→
A madman's mercy bade thee run away.
Par. I do defy thy conjuration 2,
And apprehend thee for a felon here.
Rom. Wilt thou provoke me? then have at thee,
boy.
[They fight, Paris falls.
Page. O lord! they fight: I will go call the watch.
Par. O, I am flain !-If thou be merciful,
Open the tomb, lay me with Juliet.
Rom. In faith, I will:-Let me perufe this
face ;-

[Dies.

Mercutio's kinfman, noble county Paris :-
What faid my man, when my betoffed foul
Did not attend him as we rode? I think,
He told me,
Paris fhould have marry'd Juliet:
Said he not fo? or did I dream it fo?

Or am I mad, hearing him talk of Juliet,
To think it was fo?-O, give me thy hand,
be One writ with me in four misfortune's book!
I'll bury thee in a triumphant grave,-

But if thou, jealous, doft return to pry
On what I further fhall intend to do,
By heaven, I will tear thee joint by joint,
And ftrew this hungry church-yard with thy linibs:
The time and my intents are favage-wild;
More fierce, and more inexorable far,
Than empty tygers, or the roaring fea.

Balth. I will be gone, fir, and not trouble you.
Rom. So fhalt thou fhew me friendfhip.-Take
thou that:

Live, and be profperous; and farewel, good fellow.
Balth. For all this fame, I'll hide me hereabout;
His looks I fear, and his intents I doubt.

A grave? O, no; a lanthorn, flaughter'd youth,
For here lies Juliet, and her beauty makes
This vault a feafting prefence 3 full of light.
Death, lie thou there, 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: O, how may I
Call this a lightning ?-0, my love! my wife!
Death, that hath fuck'd the honey of thy breath,
Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty:
Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's enfign yet
Is crimson in thy lips, and in thy cheeks,
And death's pale flag is not advanced there.-
Tybalt, ly'st thou there in thy bloody sheet ?
O, what more favour can I do to thee,
Than with that hand that cut thy youth in twain,
[Breaking up the monument. To funder his that was thine enemy?
And, in defpight, I'll cram thee with more food! 'Forgive me, coufin !-Ah, dear Juliet,

[Exit Balthafar.
Rom. Thou deteftable maw, thou womb of death,
Gorg'd with the deareft morfel of the earth,
Thus I enforce thy rotten jaws to open,

2 Paris

1 That is, action of importance. Gems were fuppofed to have great powers and virtues. onceived Romeo to have burit open the monument for no other purpofe than to do fome villainous Game on the dead bodies, fuch as witches are reported to have practifed; and therefore tells him he Chics him, and the magic arts which he suspects he is preparing to ufe. To defy, alfo anciently meant refufe or deny; therefore Paris may meau - I refufe to do as thou conjureft me to do, i. e. to depart. A pr. fence is a public room.

I See a note on fcene 5th of the preceding a&t. To fet up one's reft is to be determined to any certain purpose, to reft in perfect confidence and refolution, to make up one's mind. 2 Conduct for 4 Shakipeare alludes to the fleep of

conductor. 3 This accident was reckoned minous. Juliet, which was unnatural, being brought on by drugs.

With open out-cry, toward our monument.

To help to take her from her borrow'd

grave,

Prince. What fear is this, which ftattles in our Being the time the potion's force should cease. ears?

-Watch. Sovereign, here lies the county Paris flain; And Romeo dead; and Juliet, dead before, Warm and new kill'd.

But he which bore my letter, friar John,
Was staid by accident; and yesternight
Return'd my letter back: Then all alone,
At the prefixed hour of her waking,

Prince. Search, feek, and know how this foul Came I to take her from her kindred's vault; Meaning to keep her clofely at my cell,

murder comes.

Watch. Here is a friar, and flaughter'd Romeo's 'Till I conveniently could fend to Romeo:

man;

With inftruments upon them, fit to open
Thefe dead men's tombs.

But, when I came, (fome minute ere the time
Of her awaking) here untimely lay

The noble Paris, and true Romeo, dead.

Cap. O, heaven!--0, wife! look how our She wakes; and I entreated her come forth,

daughter bleeds!

This dagger hath miftalen, for, lo! his houfe
Lies empty on the back 3 of Montague,
And it mif-fheathed in my daughter's bosom.
La. Cap. Ome this fight of death is as a bell
That warns my old age to a fepulchre.

Enter Montage, and others.

Prince. Come, Montagae, for thou art early up, To fee thy fon and heir more early down.

Mon. Alas, my liege, my wife is dead to-night; Grief of my fon's exile hath stopp'd her breath a What further woe confpires against my age?

Prince. Look, and thou shalt fee.

Mon. O thou untaught! what manners is in this, To prefs before thy father to a grave?

And bear this work of heaven with patience:
But then a noife did fcare me from the tomb;
And the, too defperate, would not go with me,
But (as it feems) did violence on herself.
All this I know: and to the marriage
Her nurfe is privy: And, if aught in this
Mifcarry'd by my fault, let my old life
Be facrific'd, fome hour before his time,
Unto the rigour of fevereít law.

Prince. We still have known thee for a holy

man.

Where's Romeo's man? what can he fay to this? Balth. I brought my mafter news of Juliet's death;

And then in poft he came from Mantua,

Prince. Seal up the mouth of outrage for a while, To this fame place, to this fame monument.
This letter he early bid me give his father;

'Till we can clear thefe ambiguities,

And know their fpring, their head, their true de- And threaten'd me with death, going in the vault,

Lau. I will be brief, for my fhort date of breath. Their courfe of love, the tidings of her death: Is not fo long as is a tedious tale.

Romeo, there dead, was hufband to that Julier;
And she, there dead, that Romeo's faithful wife:
I married them; and their ftolen marriage-day
Was Tybalt's dooms-day, whofe untimely death
Banith'd the new-made bridegroom from this city;
For whom, and not for Tybalt, Juliet pin'd.
You-to remove that fiege of grief from her
Betroth'd, and would have married her perforce,
To county Paris :-Then comes the to me;
And, with wild looks, bid me devife fome means
To rid her from this fecond marriage,
Or, in my cell, there would fhe kill herself.
Then gave I her, fo tutor'd by my art,
A fleeping potion; which fo took effect

As I intended, for it wrought on her

The form of death: mean time I writ to Romeo,
That he thould hither come as this dire night,

And here he writes that he did buy a poiton
Of a poor 'pothecary, and therewithal
Came to this vault to die, and lie with Juliet.-
Where be thefe enemies? Capulet! Montague!-
See, what a fcourge is laid upon your hate,
That heaven finds means to kill your joys with love!
And I, for winking at your difcords too,
Have loft a brace of kinfmen :-all are punish'd.
Cap. O, brother Montague, give me thy hand :
This is my daughter's jointure, for no more
Can I demand.

Mon. But I can give thee more;
For I will raife her ftatue in pure gold;

That, while Verona by that name is known,
There thall no figure at fuch rate be fet,

As that of true and faithful Juliet.

Cap. As rich fhall Romeo by his lady lic;
Poor facrifices of our enmity!

It appears that the dagger was anciently worn behind the back.

5f13

Prince.