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Gorg’d with the dearest morsel of the earth,
[Breaking open the door of the monument. And, in despite, I 'll cram thee with more food!
Par. This is that banish'd haughty Montague,
Rom. I must, indeed ; and therefore came I hither.
Par. I do defy thy commiseration,b
[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.
[Dies. Rom. In faith, I will :-Let me peruse this face ;Mercutio'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 am I mad, hearing him talk of Juliet,
[Laying Paris in the monument.
a The following lines are here introduced in (C) and the folio. Malone has very rationally conjectured that they are interpolations of a compositor. The printer had, probably, some imperfectly erased notes of the poet on his copy. We give them as we find them :
“ Come, lie thou in my arms ;
Depart again." The speech, as it stands in our text, occupies forty-seven lines. It extended only to twenty-three lines in the original copy.
With worms that are thy chambermaids; O, here ·
Enter, at the other end of the Churchyard, Friar LAURENCE,
with a lantern, crow, and spade.
Fri. Saint Francis be my speed! how oft to-night
Bal. It doth so, holy sir; and there's my master,
Who is it?
Full half an hour.
I dare not, sir;
hence; And fearfully did menace me with death, If I did stay to look on his intents.
a Steevens, in the modern text, has wrested a line out of the first quarto :
“ Who is it that consorts, so late, the dead ?" Vol. VII.
Fri. Stay then, I 'll go alone :-Fear comes upon me; 0, much I fear some ill unlucky thing.
Bal. As I did sleep under this yew-tree a here,
Romeo !- [Advances.
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 remember 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 bosom 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] I dare no longer stay.
[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 churl! drink all; and left 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.-0 happy dagger!
[Snatching Romeo's dagger. This is thy sheath ; [Stabs herself] there rust, and let me die.
[Falls on Romeo's body, and dies.
Enter Watch, with the Page of Paris. Page. This is the place; there, where the torch doth burn. 1 Watch. The ground is bloody ; Search about the church
yard : Go, some of you, whoe'er you find, attach. [Exeunt some. Pitiful sight! here lies the county slain ;And Juliet bleeding; warm, and newly dead, Who here hath lain these two days buried. Go, tell the prince,-run to the Capulets,Raise up the Montagues,--some others search ;
[Exeunt other Watchmen. We see the ground whereon these woes do lie; But the true ground of all these piteous woes, We cannot without circumstance descry.
Enter some of the Watch, with BALTHASAR. 2 Watch. Here's Romeo's man, we found him in the
churchyard. 1 Watch. Hold him in safety till the prince come hither.
Enter another Watchman, with Friar LAURENCE. 3 Watch. Here is a friar, that trembles, sighs, and weeps: We took this mattock and this spade from him, As he was coming from this churchyard side.
1 Watch. A great suspicion ; Stay the friar too.
Enter the PRINCE and Attendants.
Prince. What misadventure is so early up, That calls our person from our morning's rest?
Enter CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, and others. Cap. What should it be, that they so shriek abroad? La. Cap. The people in the streets cry-Romeo,