And fearfully did menace me with death, 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, Fri. Romeo? Alack, alack, what blood is this, which stains [Advances. Enters the monument. Romeo! O, pale!-Who else? what, Paris too? And steeped 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 Stay not to question, for the watch is coming; Come, go, good Juliet!-[Noise again.] I dare stay no longer. [Exit. Jul. Go, get thee hence, for I will not away.- O churl! drink all; and leave no friendly drop, [Kisses him. 1 Watch. [Within.] Lead, boy.-Which way ? Jul. Yea, noise?-then I'll be brief.-O happy dagger! [Snatching ROMEO's dagger. This is thy sheath. [Stabs herself.] There rust, and let me [Falls on ROMEO's body, and dies. die. 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: And Juliet bleeding; warm, and newly dead, Enter some of the Watch, with BALTHAZAR. 2 Watch. Here's Romeo's man; we found him in the church-yard. 1 Watch. Hold him in safety, till the prince come hither. Enter another Watchman, with FRIAR LAURENCE. 1 Watch. A great suspicion; stay the friar too. Prince. What misadventure is so early up, Enter CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, and others. Prince. What fear is this, which startles in our ears? 1 Watch. Sovereign, here lies the county Paris slain; And Romeo dead; and Juliet, dead before, Warm, and new killed. Prince. Search, seek, and know how this foul murder comes. 1 Watch. Here is a friar, and slaughtered 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 missheathed in my daughter's bosom. La. 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 stopped her breath. What further 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? 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 lead you even to death. Mean time forbear, Bring forth the parties of suspicion. Fri. I am the greatest, able to do least, Yet most suspected, as the time and place Doth make against me, of this direful murder; And here I stand, both to impeach and purge Myself condemned and myself excused. Prince. Then say at once what thou dost know in this. Romeo, there dead, was husband to that Juliet; The form of death; meantime I writ to Romeo, Being the time the potion's force should cease. Came I to take her from her kindred's vault; 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 raised the watch? Sirrah, what made your master in this place? Page. He came with flowers to strew his lady's grave; And bade me stand aloof, and so I did. Anon comes one with light to ope the tomb; Prince. This letter doth make good the friar's words, Came to this vault to die, and lie with Juliet.- That Heaven finds means to kill your joys with love! And I, for winking at your discords too, Mon. Cap. As rich shall Romeo by his lady lie; 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 pardoned, and some punished. For never was a story of more woe, Than this of Juliet and her Romeo. [Exeunt. |