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Pet. Pretty too !--What say you, James A beggarly account of empty boxes, Soundpost?

Green earthen pots, bladders, and musly seeds, 3 Mus. 'Faith, I know not what to say.

Remnants of packthread, and old cakes of roses Pet. 0 1 cry you wercy! you are the singer : Were thinly scatter'd, to make tip a show. I will say for you. It is music with her silver | Noting this penury, to myself I said sound, because such fellows as you have seldom And if a man did need a poison now, gold for sounding :

Whose sale is present death in Mantua, Then music, with her silver sound,

Here lives a caitift wretch would sell it bin. With speedy help doth lend redress.

o this same thought did but forerun my (Exit singing.

need :

| And this same needy man must sell it me. i Mus. What a pestilent knave is this same? | As ! remember, this should be the house :

2 Mus. Hang hiin, Jack ! Come, we'll in here; Being holiday, the beggar's shop is shut.tarry for the mourners, and stay dinner.

What, ho! apothecary!
[Ereunt.

Enter APOTHECARY.,
Ap. Who calls so loud ?

Rom. Come hither, man.- see that thou
ACT V. •

art poor;

Hold, there is forty ducats : let me have
SCENE 1.-Mantua.-A Street.

A dram of poison ; such soon-speeding geer.

As will disperse itself through all the veins, Enter Romeo.

That the life-weary taker may fall dead,

And that the trunk may be discharg'd of Rom. If I may trust the flattering eye or

breath sleep,

As violently, as hasty powder fir'd My dreams presage some joyful news at hand: Doth hurry from the fatal cannon's womb. My bosom's lord + sits lightly in his throne; Ap. Such mortal drngs I have; but ManAnd, all this day, an unaccustom'd spirit

tua's law Lists me above the ground with cheerful Is death, to any he that utters them. thoughts.

1 Rom. Art thou so bare, and full of wretchI dreamt my lady came and found me dead :

edness, (Strange dream ! that gives a dead man leave to | And fear'st to die? famine is in thy cheeks, think.)

Need and oppression starveth in thy eyes,
And breath'd such life with kisses in my lips, Upon thy back hangs ragged misery,
That I reviv'd, and was an emperor.

The world is not thy friend, nor the worid's Ah me! how sweet is love itself possess'd,

law : When but love's shadows are so rich in joy? The world affords no law to make thee rich;

Then be not poor but break it, and take Enter BALTHAZAR.

this. . News from Verona !-How now, Balthazai ? | Ap. My poverty, but not my will, conDost thou not bring me letters from the friar?

sents. How doth my lady? Is iny father well?

Rom. I pay thy poverty, and not thy will How fares my Juliet? That I ask again ;

Ay. Put this in any liquid thing you will. For nothing can be ill, if she be well.

And drink it ofl; and, if you had the strength Bal. Then she is well, and notbing can be of twenty men, it would despatch you

straight. Her body sleeps in Capel's monument,

Rom. There is thy gold : worse poison to And her immortal part with angels lives;

meli's souls, I saw ber laid low in her kindred's vault,

Doing more murders in this loathsome world, And presently took post to tell it you:

Tban these poor compounds that thou may'st O pardon me for bringing these ill news,

not sell : Since you did leave it for my office, Sır.

I sell thee poison, thou hast sold me none. Rom. Is it even so ? then I defy you, stars Farewell ; buy food and get thyself in flesh. Thou know'st my lodging: get me ink and Come, cordial, and not poison ; go with me paper,

To Juliet's grave, for there must I use thee. And hire post-horses; I will hence to-night.

(Exeunt. Bal. Pardon me, Sir, I will not leave you thus :

SCENE 11.-Friar LAURENCE's Cell. Your looks are pale and wild, and do import Some misadventure.

Enter Friar John. Rom. Tush, thou art deceiv'd ;

John. Huly Franciscan friar ! brother, ho!
Leave me, and do the thing I bid thee do :
Hast thou no letters to me from the friar?

Enter Friar LAURENCE.
Bal. No, my good lord.
Rom. No matter : get thee gone,

Lau. This same should be the voice of friar And hire those horses ; I'll be with thee straight.

John.(Erit BALTHAZAR.

Welcome from Mantua : What says Romeo ? Well, Juliet, I will lie with thee to-night. Or, if bis mind be writ, give me his letter. Let's see for means : O mischief, thou art John. Going to find a barefoot brother out, swift

One of our order to associate ine, To enter in the thoughts of desperate men ! Here in this city visiting the sick, I do remember an apothecary,

And finding bim, the searchers of the town, And hereabouts he dwells, -wbom late I noted Suspecting that we both were in a house lu tatter'd weeds, with overwhelming brows, Where the infectious pestilence did reign, Culling of simples ; I meager were his looks,

Seal'd up the doors, and would not let us Sharp misery had worn him to the bones :

forth; And in his needy shop a tortoise bung,

So that my speed to Mantua there was An alligator stuff'd, and other skius

stay'd. of ill-shap'd fishes'; and about his shelves

Lau. Who bare my letter then to Romeo ?

John. I could not send it,-here it is • This act is now introduced by a solenn dirge, and

again,funeral service

+ I. e. Love. * Herbs.'

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gone;

Not get a messenger to bring it thee,

His looks I fear, and his intents I doubt. So fearful were they of infection.

(Retires, Lau. Unhappy fortune ! by my brotherhood, Rom. Thon détestable maw, thou womb of The letter was not nice, but full of charge,

death of dear import; and the neglecting it

Gorg'd with the dearest morsel of the earth. May do much danger: Friar John, go hence ; Tbus I enforce thy rotten jaws to open. Get me an iron crow, and bring it straight

(Breaking open the Door of the Monument. Upto my cell.

And, in despite, I'll cram thee with more food! John, Brother, I'll go and bring't thee. (Erit. Par. This is that banish'd baughty MontaLau. Now must I to the monument alone;

gue, Within this three hours will fair Juliet wake ; That murder'd my love's cousin ;-with which She will beshrew me much, that Romeo

grief, Hath had no notice of tbese accidents :

It is supposed the fair creature died, But I will write again to Mautua,

And here is come to do some villanous sbame And keep ber at my cell till Romeo come; To the dead bodies : I will apprehend him.Poor living corse, clos'd in a dead man's tomb!

(Advances. (Erit. Stop thy unballow'd toil, vile Montague ;

Can vengeance be pursu'd farther than death SCENE II.-A Church-Yard ; in it, a Mo: Condemned villain, I do apprehend thee : nument belonging to the CAPULETS. Obey, and go with me ; for thou must die.

Rom. I must, indeed ; and therefore came I Enter Paris, and his Page bearing Flowers

hither. and a Torch.

Good gentle youth, tempt not a desperate man, Par. Give me thy torch, boy: Hence and Fly hence and leave me ;-think upon these

stand aloof; Yet put it out, for I would not be seen.

Let them aftriglit thee.- I beseech thee, youth, Under yon yew-trees lay thee all along,

Heap not another sin upon my head,
Holding thine ear close to the hollow ground; By urging me to fury :-0 be gone!
So shall no foot upon the church-yard tread, By heaven, I love thee better than myself:
(Being loose, unfirm, with digging up of graves, For I come hither arm'd against myself :
But thou shalt hear it: wbistle then to me, Stay not, begone ;-live, and hereafter say-
As signal that thou hear'st something approach. A madman s mercy bade thee run away.
Give me those flowers. Do as I bid thee, go.

Par. I do defy tby conjurations,
Page. I am almost afraid to stand alone Apd do attach thee as a felon here.
Here in the church-yard; yet I will adventure. Rom. Wilt thou provoke ine? then have at

[Retires.
thee, boy.

(They fight. Par. Sweet flower, with flowers I strew thy Page. o lord! they fight: I will go call the bridal bed :

watch.

[Exit PAGE, Sweet tomb, that in thy circuit dost contain

Par. 0 I am slain ! [Falls.)- thou be The perfect model of eternity;

merciful, Fair Juliet, that with angels dost remain, Open the tomb, lay me with Juliet. (Dies, Accept this latest favour at my hands ;

Rom. In faith, I will :-Let me peruse this That living honour'd thee, and, being dead,

face ; With funeral praises do adorn thy tomb!

Mercutio's kinsman, noble county Paris :

The boy whistles. What said my man, when my betossed soul The boy gives warning, something doth ap

Did not attend him as we rode ? I think, proach.

He told me Paris should have married Juliet : What cursed foot wanders this way to night, Said he not eo ? or did I dream it so? To cross my obsequies, and true-love's rites? Or am I mad, bearing him talk of Juliet, What, with a torch 1-muffe me, night, a while. / To thiuk it was so?-o give me thy hand,

TRetires. One writ with me in sour misfortune's book!

LIl bury thee in a triumphant grave, Enter Romeo and BALTHAZAR with a Torch, | A grave ? O no; a lantern, 1 slaughter'd youth, Mattock, &c.

For here lies Juliet, and her beauty makes Rom. Give me that mattock, and the wrench

This vault a feasting presence t full of light, ing iron.

Death, lie thou there, by a dead man interr'd. Hold, take this letter ; early in the morning

(Laying PARIS in the Monument. See thou deliver it to my lord and father.

How oft when men are at the point of death Give me tbe light : Upon thy life I charge thee. / Have they been merry? which their keepers Whate'er thou hear'st or seest, stand all aloof,

call And do not interrupt me in my course.

A lightning before death : Oh! how may I Why I descend into this bed of death,

Call this a lightning 1-0 my love! my wife ! Is partly, to behold my lady's face :

Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, But, cbiefly, to take hence from ber dead finger

Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty : A precious ring; a ring that I must use

Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's ensiga yet In dear employment: therefore heuce. be. Is crimson in thy lips, and in thy cheeks. But if thou, jealous, dost return to pry [gone :

And death's pale flag is not advanced there.In what I further shall intend to do,

Tybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody sheet? By beaven, I will tear thee joint by joint,

Oh! what more favour can I do to thee, And strew this hungry church-yard with thy

Than with that hand that cut thy youth in limbs :

twain, The time and my intents are savage-wild :

To sunder bis that was thine enemy? More fierce, and more inexorable far,

Forgive me, cousin - Ah ! dear Juliet, Than empty tigers, or the roaring sea.

Why art thou yet so fair 1 Shall I believe Bal. i will be gone, Sir, and not trouble

That unsubstantial Death is amorous ; you.

And that the lean abhorred monster keeps
Rom. So shalt thou show me friendship.-

Thee here in dark to be bis paramour ?
Take thon that:

For fear of that, I will still stay with thee; Live and be prosperous, and farewell, good

And never from this palace of dim night fellow.

Depart again ; bere, here will I remain Bal. For all this same, I'll bide me here

With worms that are thy chainbermaids; O here about ;

• I refuse to do as thou conjurest me to do, i.e de part.

+ The allusion is to a louvre or turret full of window • I. e. On a trivial or idle subject.

by means of which ancient halls, &c. are illuminated, Le. Action of importance.

* Presence chamber,

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Will I set up my everlasting rest;

To make me die with a restorative. And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars

(Kisses him. From this worki-wearied desh.-Eyes, look your Thy lips are warın ! last!

i Watch. [Within.j Lead, boy :-Which Arms, take your last embrace ! and lips, () you

way 1 The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss Jul. Yea, noise 8-then I'll be brief.-- happy A dateless bargain to engrossing death -

dagger! Come, bitter conduct, come, unsavoury guide!

[Snatching RoxxO's Dagger. Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on

| This is thy sheath ; (Stabs herselj.) there rust, The dashing rocks thy sea-sick weary bark !

and let me die. Here's to my love!-[Drinks.) o true apothe

[Falls on Romeo's Body, and dies. cary! Cby drugs are quick.--Thus with a kiss I die. Enter Watce, with the Page of Paris.

[Dies. Page. This is the place; there, where the Enter at the other end of the Church-Yard,

torch doth buro. Friar LAURENCE, with a Lantern, Crow,

1 Watch. The ground is bloody ; Search about and Spade.

the church-yard : Fri. Saint Francis be my speed ! how oft to

Go, some of you, whoe'er you find, attach.

(Exeunt some. night

Pitiful sight : here lies the county slain : Have my old feet stumbled at graves 2-Who's

And Juliet bleeding ; warm, and newly dead, there?

Who here hath lain these two days buried.Who is it that consorts, so late, the dead ?

Go, tell the prince,-run to the Capulets, Bal. Here's one, a friend, and one that knows

Raise up the Montagues,-some others search ;you well.

(Exeunt other WATCHMEN. Fri. Bliss be upon you ! Tell me, good my We see the ground whereon these woes do lie; friend,

But the true ground of all these piteous woes, What torch is yond', that vainly lends his light

We cannot without circumstance descry.
To grubs and eyeless sculls ? as I discern,
It burneth in the Capels' monument.

Enter some of the WATCH, with BALTHAZAR. Bal. It doth so, holy Sir ; and there's my

2 Watch. Here's Roineo's man, we found hira master, One that you love.

in the church-yard.

1 Watch. Hold him in safety, till the prince Fri. Who is it? Bal. Romeo.

come hither. Fri. How long hath he been there?

Enter another WATCHMAN, with Friar Bal. Full halt an hour.

LAURENCE.
Fri. Go with me to the vault.
Bal. I dare not, Sir :

3 Watch. Here is a friar, that trembles, My master knows not, but I am gone hence;

sighs, and wecps : And fearfully did menace me with death,

We took this mattock and this spade from him. If I did stay to look on bis intents.

As he was coming from this church-yard side. Fri. Stay thcn. I'll go alone Fear comes Watch. A great suspicion ; Stay the friar upon me :

too. o much I fear some ill unlucky thing.

Enter the Prince and Attendants.
Bal. As I did sleep under this yew-tree here,
I dreamt my master and another fought,

Prince. What misadventure is so early up, And that my master slew him.

That calls our person from our morning's rests Fri. Romeo ?

[Advances.

Enter CAPULET, Lady CAPULET, and others. Alack, alack, wbat blood is this, which stains The stony entrance of this sepulchre ?

Cap. What should it be, that they so shriek Wbat mean these masterless and gory swords

abroad? To lie discolour'd by this place of peace ?

La. Cap. The people in the street cry(Enters the Monument.

Romeo, Romeo! oh! pale !Who else what. Paris Some-Juliet, and some--Paris ; and all ruu, too?

With open outcry toward our monument. And steep'd in blood -Ah! what an unkind Prince. What fear is this, wbich startles in bour

our ears? Is guilty of this lamentable chance !

I Watch. Sovereign, bere lies the county The lady stirs. (JULIET wakes and stirs.

Paris slain ;
Jul. O comfortable friar! where is my lord ? | Aud Romeo dead; and Juliet, dead before,
I do remember well where I should be,

Warm and new kill'd.
And there I am :- Where is my Romeo ?

Prince. Search, seek, and kuow how this fou! [Noise within.

murder comes. Fri. I hear some noise.—Lady, come from

I Watch. Here is a friar, and slaughter'd that nest

Romeo's man; of death, contagion, and unnatural sleep;

With instruments upon them, fit to open A greater power than we can contradict

These dead ineu's tombs. Hath thwarted our intents ; come, come away:

Cap. O heavens! O wife! look how our daughThy husband in thy bosoin there lies dead ;

ter bleeds! And Paris too :-come, I'll dispose of thee

This dagger hath mista'en.-for lo ! his house Among a sisterhood of holy nuns :

Is empty on the back of Montague, Stay not to question, for the watch is coming :

And is mis-sheathed in my daughter's bosom. Come, go, good Juliet,-Noise again.) i dare La. Cap. O ne ! this sight of death is as a stay no longer.

(Exit.

bell, Jul. Go, get thee hence, for i will not That warns my old age to a sepulchre. away,

Enter MONTAGUE and others. What's here? a cup, clos'd in my true love's band?

Prince. Come, Montague ; for thou art early Poison, I see, hath been bis timeless end :

up, O churi! drink all; and leave yo friendly drop, To see thy son and heir more early down. To help me after 1-1 will kiss thy lips;

Mon. Alas, my liege, my wife is dead to Haply, some poison yet doth hang ou them,

night.

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Grief of my son's exile hath stopp'd her breath : All this I know ; and to the marriage
What further woe conspires against mine age? Her nurse is privy : And, if aught in this
Prince. Look, and thou shalt see.

Miscarried by my fault, let my old life Mon. O thou untaught! what manners is in Be sacrific'd some hour before bis time, this,

Unto the rigoar of severest law. To press before thy father to a grave ?

Prince. We still have known thee for a holy Prince. Seal up the mouth of outrage for a

man. while,

| Where's Romeo's man? what can be say in 'Till we an clear these ambiguities,

this? And know tbeir spring, their head, their true Bal. I brought my master news of Juliet's descent ;

death; And then will I be general of your woes,

And then in post he came from Mautna, and lead you even to death : Meantimne for. To this same place, to this same monument. bear,

This letter be early bid me give his father ; And let mischance be slave to patience.

And threaten'd me with death, going in the Bring forth the parties of suspicion.

vault, Fri. I am the greatest, able to do least, If i departed not, and left him there. Yet most suspected, as the time and place

Prince. Give me the letter, I will look on Doth make against me, of this direful murder;

Where is the county's page, that rais'd the And here I stand, both to impeach and purge

watch? Myself condemned and myonce what thou dost

Sirrah, what made your master in this place i Prince. Then, say at

Page. He came to know in this. Fri. I will be brief, for my short date of And bid me stand aloof, and so I did : breath

Anon, comes one with light to ope the tomb; Is not so long as is a tedious tale.

And, by and by, my master drew on him; Romeo, there dead, was husband to that Ju. And then I ran away to call the watch. liet;

Prince. Tbis letter doth make good the And she, there dead, that Romeo's faithful

friar's words, wife:

Their course of love, the tidings of her death : I married them; alte their stolen-marriage. And here he writes--that he did buy a poison day

for a poor 'pothecary, and therewithal Was Tybalt's doomsday, whose untimely death Came to this vault to die, and lie with JuBanish'd the new-made bridegroom from this

liet.city;

Where be these enemies ! Capulet! MontaFor whom, and not for Tybalt, Juliet pin'd.

gue ! You-to remove that siege of grief from her,-- See what a scourge is laid upon your hate, Betrath'd, and would have married ber perThat heaven finds means to kill your joys force,

with love! To mity Paris :--Then comes she to me; And I, for winking at your discords too, And, with wild looks, bid me devise some Have lost a brace of kinsmen : all are putmeans

ish'd. To rid her from this second marriage,

Cap. o brother Montague, give me thy Or, in my cell there would she kill berself.

band: Then gave I ber, so tutor'd by my art,

This is my daughter's jointure, for no more A sleeping potion; which so took effect

Can I demand. As I intended, for it wrought on her

Mon, But I can give thee more : The form of death : meantime I writ to Romeo, For I will raise ber statue in pure gold; That he should hither come as this dire night, That, while Verona by that nanie is known, To help to take her from her borrow'd grave, There shall no figure at such rate be set, Being the time the potion's force should As that of true and faithful Juliet. cease.

Cap. As rich shall Romeo by his lady lie; But be which bore my letter, friar John,

Poor sacrifices of our eninity 1 Was staid by accident ; and yesternight

Prince. A glooming peace this moruing with Return'd my letter back: Then all alone,

it brings; At the prefixed hour of her waking,

The sun for sorrow will not show his head : Came I to take her from her kindred's vault; Go hence, to have more talk of these sad Meaning to keep her closely at my cell,

things ; Till I conveniently could send to Romeo :

Some shall be pardon'd, and some purBut when I came, (some minute ere the time

ished : + or her awakening.) here untimely lay

For never was a story of more woe, The noble Paris, and true Romeo, dead.

Than this of Juliet and her Romeo. She wakes ; and I entreated her come forth,

(Exeunt. Aud bear this work of heaven with patience :

• Mercutio and Paris. But then a noise did scare me from the tomb;

In the original story (to whicb this line refers) And she too desperate, would not go with me, the prince tortures and bangs the apothecary : banisbes But (as it seems,) did violence on herself.

the old nurse : pardons Romeo's servant ; and allows

Friar Laurence to retire to a hermitage in the vicinity • Seat.

of Verona,

AS a piece for dramatic exhibition, this tragedy has been essentially improved by the celebrated Mr. Garrick, not only in the style and language, by which the jingle and quibble of many of its passages are expunged, but also by the transposition of several scenes, and by the following essential deviation from the original plot : As amended by him, and represented at present, no mention is made of Rosaline, and the sudden and unnatural change of Romeo's affection from her to Juliet is thereby avoided. Juliet also revives from her death-like slumber before the potion has fully operated upon the frame of Romeo, and he dies in her arms, after attempting to carry her from the tomb. By this most judicious alteration, the pathos of the scene is heightened to its highest pitch ; for nothing can be more melting than the incidents and expressions which so highly-wrought a catastrophe affords. In the Italian story upon which the play is founded, such was actually the development of the plot; but Shakspeare had certainly recourse to the English or French translation ; in which this addition to the tale was upon some secount omitted.

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