Come, go, good Juliet.-[noise again.] I dare stay

no longer.

[Exit Ju. Go, get thee hence, for I will not away.What's here? a cup, closed in my true love's

hand?

Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end.-

O churl! 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.
Thy lips are warm!

[kisses him.

1 Watch. [within.] Lead, boy :—which way? Ju. Yea, noise? then I'll be brief.-O happy [snatching Romeo's dagger. This is thy sheath; [stabs herself.] there rust, and let me die.

dagger!

[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, 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 piteons 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 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?

L. Cap. The people in the street cry Romeo, Some Juliet, and some Paris; and all run, With open outcry, toward our monument.

ce. What fear is this, which startles in our

pars!

1 Watch. Sovereign, here lies the county Paris

slain ;

And Romeo dead; and Juliet, dead before,

Warm and new kill'd.

Prince. Search, seek, and know how this foul murder 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.

Cap. O heavens!-O wife! look how our daughter bleeds!

This dagger hath mista'en: for, lo! his house!
Is empty on the back of Montague,

And is mis-sheathed in my daughter's bosom.
L. Cap. O me! this sight of death is as a bell,
That warns my old age to a sepulchre.

Enter MONTAGUE and others.

Prince. Come, Montague; for thou art early up. To see thy son and heir more early down.

Mon. Alas, my liege, my wife is dead to-night; Grief of my son's exile hath stopp'd her breath. What farther woe conspires against mine age? Prince. Look, and thou shalt see.

Mon. O thou untaught! what manners is in this,

To press before thy father to a grave ?

i.e the scabbard.

To this same place, to this same monument.
This letter he early bid me give his father;
And threaten'd me with death, going in the vault,
If I departed not, and left him there.

Prince. Give me the letter; I will look on it.— Where is the county's page, that raised the watch?—

Sirrah, what made your master in this place?

Page. He came with flowers to strew his lady's grave;

And bid me stand aloof, and so I did.

Anon, comes one with light to ope the tomb;
And, by and by, my master drew on him;

And then I ran away to call the watch.

Prince. This letter doth make good,the friar's words,

Their course of love, the tidings of her death:
And here he writes, that he did buy a poison
Of a poor 'pothecary, and therewithal

Came to this vault to die, and lie with Juliet.—
Where be these enemies?—Capulet! Montague!
See, what a scourge is laid upon your hate,

That Heaven finds means to kill your joys with love!

And I, for winking at your discords too,

Have lost a brace of kinsmen.1 All are punish'd.
Cap. O, brother Montague, give me thy hand:
This is my daughter's jointure; for no more

1 Mercutio and Paris.

Can I demand.

Mon.

But I can give thee more:
For I will raise her statue in pure gold;
That, while Verona by that name is known,
There shall no figure at such rate be set,
As that of true and faithful Juliet.

Cap. As rich shall Romeo by his lady lie;

Pour sacrifices of our enmity!

Prince. A glooming peace this morning with it brings :

The sun, for sorrow, will not show his head.
Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things;
Some shall be pardon'd, and some punished:

For never was a story of more woe
Than this of Juliet and her Romeo.

[Exeunt.

END OF VOL. XIII.