To help me after? I will kiss thy lips; First Watch [within]. Lead, boy: · -- [Kisses him. O happy dagger! which way? [Snatching Romeo's dagger. This is thy sheath [Stabs herself]; there rest, 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. First Watch. The ground is bloody; search about the churchyard: Go, some of you, whoe'er you find attach. [Exeunt some of the Watch. Pitiful sight! here lies the county slain; [Exeunt others of the Watch. We see the ground whereon these woes do lie; Re-enter some of the Watch, with Balthasar. Sec. Watch. Here's Romeo's man; we found him in the churchyard. First Watch. Hold him in safety, till the prince come hither. Re-enter others of the Watch, with Friar LAURENCE. Third 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. First 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 street cry "Romeo," Some "Juliet," and some "Paris;” and all run, With open outcry, toward our monument. Prince. What fear is this which startles in our ears? First 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. First 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 heaven! 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! 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, Mon. Alas, my liege, my wife is dead to-night; Mon. O thou untaught! 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, Fri. L. 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 excus'd. Prince. Then say at once what thou dost know in this. Is not so long as is a tedious tale. Romeo, there dead, was husband to that Juliet; And, with wild looks, bid me devise some means Or in my cell there would she kill herself. The form of death: meantime I writ to Romeo, Till I conveniently could send to Romeo: But when I came, Of her awaking, some minute ere the time The noble Paris and true Romeo dead. Prince. We still have known thee for a holy man. Bal. I brought my master news of Juliet's death; To this same place, to this same monument. Prince. Give me the letter, - I will look on it. -- 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, Came to this vault to die, and lie with Juliet. Montague, See, what a scourge is laid upon your hate, That heaven finds means to kill your joys with love! Have lost a brace of kinsmen: - 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. Cap. As rich shall Romeo by his lady lie; Poor sacrifices of our enmity! Prince. A gloomy peace this morning with it brings; For never was a story of more woe [Exeunt. PRINTING OFFICE OF THE PUBLISHER. |