That unsubstantial Death is amorous a; And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars From this world-wearied flesh.-Eyes, look your last! Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die. [Dies. 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 Have my old feet stumbled at graves!-Who's there? FRI. Bliss be upon you! Tell me, good my friend, BAL. It doth so, holy sir; and there's my master, In the folio, and all quartos except (4), we have "Why art thou yet so fair? I will believe Shall I believe that unsubstantial death is amorous?" There can be little doubt that one of these expressions must be rejected. 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 imperfectlyerased notes of the poet on his copy. We give them as we find them: "Come, lie thou in my arms; Here's to thy health, where'er thou tumblest in. O true apothecary; Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die. 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. • Steevens, in the modern text, has wrested a line out of the first quarto: "Who is it that consorts, so late, the dead?" My master knows not but I am gone hence; 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. Alack, alack, what blood is this, which stains JUL. O, comfortable friar! where is my lord? FRI. I hear some noise.-Lady, come from that nest A greater Power than we can contradict Hath thwarted our intents; come, come away : Among a sisterhood of holy nuns: Stay not to question, for the watch is coming 55; [Advances. [Enters the monument. [JULIET wakes and stirs. [Noise within. Come, go, good Juliet,-[Noise again] I dare no longer stay. JUL. Go, get thee hence, for I will not away.— Thy lips are warm! 1 WATCH. [Within.] Lead, boy:-Which way? JUL. Yea, noise ?-then I'll be brief.-O happy dagger! [Exit. [Kisses him. 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 churchyard: Go, tell the prince,-run to the Capulets, [Exeunt some. Raise up the Montagues,-some others search;- [Exeunt other Watchmen. But the true ground of all these piteous woes, 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? Some Juliet, and some-Paris; and all run, Warm and new kill'd. PRINCE. Search, seek, and know how this foul murther comes. 1 WATCH. Here is a friar, and slaughter'd Romeo's man; With instruments upon them, fit to open These dead men's tombs. Rust. In (4) we have "Rest in my bosom." In all subsequent editions rest has become rust. On some grounds rest is preferable. CAP. O, Heaven!-O, wife! look how our daughter bleeds! Is empty on the back of Montaguea,- Enter MONTAGUE and others. PRINCE. Come, Montague; for thou art early up, MON. Alas, my liege, my wife is dead to-night; Grief of my son's exile hath stopp'd her breath: PRINCE. Look, and thou shalt see. MON. O thou un taught! what manners is in this, PRINCE. Seal up the mouth of outrage for a while, Till we can clear these ambiguities, And know their spring, their head, their true descent; And then will I be general of your woes, And lead you even to death: Meantime forbear, Bring forth the parties of suspicion. FRI. I am the greatest, able to do least, Yet most suspected, as the time and place PRINCE. Then say at once what thou dost know in this. Romeo, there dead, was husband to that Juliet, Or, in my cell there would she kill herself. Then gave I her, so tutor'd by my art, The dagger was worn at the back. A sleeping potion; which so took effect. The form of death: meantime I writ to Romeo, PRINCE. We still have known thee for a holy man.— PRINCE. Give me the letter, I will look on it.— Where is the county's page, that rais'd the watch?— PAGE. He came with flowers to strew his lady's grave; Anon comes one with light to ope the tomb; PRINCE. This letter doth make good the friar's words, |