Romeo and JulietPart 15
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Part 15
Romeo. There is thy gold, worse poison to men's souls, 80 Doing more murthers in this loathsome world Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell. I sell thee poison, thou hast sold me none. Farewell; buy food, and get thyself in flesh.-- Come, cordial and not poison, go with me To Juliet's grave, for there must I use thee. [Exeunt.
SCENE II. Friar Laurence's Cell
Enter FRIAR JOHN
Friar John. Holy Franciscan friar! brother, ho!
Enter FRIAR LAURENCE
Friar Laurence. This same should be the voice of Friar John.-- Welcome from Mantua; what says Romeo? Or, if his mind be writ, give me his letter.
Friar John. Going to find a barefoot brother out, One of our order, to associate me, Here in this city visiting the sick, And finding him, the searchers of the town, Suspecting that we both were in a house Where the infectious pestilence did reign, 10 Seal'd up the doors and would not let us forth, So that my speed to Mantua there was stay'd.
Friar Laurence. Who bare my letter, then, to Romeo?
Friar John. I could not send it,--here it is again,-- Nor get a messenger to bring it thee, So fearful were they of infection.
Friar Laurence. Unhappy fortune! by my brotherhood, The letter was not nice, but full of charge Of dear import, and the neglecting it May do much danger. Friar John, go hence; 20 Get me an iron crow and bring it straight Unto my cell.
Friar John. Brother, I'll go and bring it thee. [Exit.
Friar Laurence. Now must I to the monument alone; Within this three hours will fair Juliet wake. She will beshrew me much that Romeo Hath had no notice of these accidents; But I will write again to Mantua, And keep her at my cell till Romeo come. Poor living corse, clos'd in a dead man's tomb! [Exit.
SCENE III. A Churchyard; in it a Tomb belonging to the Capulets
Enter PARIS, and his Page bearing flowers and a torch
Paris. Give me thy torch, boy; hence, and stand aloof; Yet put it out, for I would not be seen. Under yond yew-trees lay thee all along, Holding thine ear close to the hollow ground; So shall no foot upon the churchyard tread, Being loose, unfirm, with digging up of graves, But thou shalt hear it; whistle then to me As signal that thou hear'st something approach. Give me those flowers. Do as I bid thee, go.
Page. [Aside] I am almost afraid to stand alone 10 Here in the churchyard, yet I will adventure. [Retires.
Paris. Sweet flower, with flowers thy bridal bed I strew. O woe! thy canopy is dust and stones, Which with sweet water nightly I will dew, Or, wanting that, with tears distill'd by moans; The obsequies that I for thee will keep Nightly shall be to strew thy grave and weep.-- [The Page whistles.
The boy gives warning something doth approach. What cursed foot wanders this way to-night, To cross my obsequies and true love's rite? 20 What, with a torch!--muffle me, night, awhile. [Retires.
Enter ROMEO and BALTHASAR, with a torch, mattock, etc.
Romeo. Give me that mattock and the wrenching iron. Hold, take this letter; early in the morning See thou deliver it to my lord and father. Give me the light. Upon thy life, I charge thee, Whate'er thou hear'st or seest, stand all aloof And do not interrupt me in my course. Why I descend into this bed of death Is partly to behold my lady's face, But chiefly to take thence from her dead finger 30 A precious ring, a ring that I must use In dear employment. Therefore hence, be gone; But if thou, jealous, dost return to pry In what I further shall intend to do, By heaven, I will tear thee joint by joint And strew this hungry churchyard with thy limbs. The time and my intents are savage-wild, More fierce and more inexorable far Than empty tigers or the roaring sea.
Balthasar. I will be gone, sir, and not trouble you. 40
Romeo. So shalt thou show me friendship. Take thou that. Live, and be prosperous; and farewell, good fellow.
Balthasar. [Aside] For all this same, I'll hide me hereabout; His looks I fear, and his intents I doubt. [Retires.
Romeo. Thou detestable maw, thou womb of death, Gorg'd with the dearest morsel of the earth, Thus I enforce thy rotten jaws to open, And, in despite, I'll cram thee with more food! [Opens the tomb.
Paris. This is that banish'd haughty Montague That murther'd my love's cousin,--with which grief, 50 It is supposed, the fair creature died,-- And here is come to do some villanous shame To the dead bodies; I will apprehend him.-- [Advances. Stop thy unhallow'd toil, vile Montague! Can vengeance be pursued further than death? Condemned villain, I do apprehend thee. Obey, and go with me, for thou must die.
Romeo. I must indeed, and therefore came I hither. Good gentle youth, tempt not a desperate man. Fly hence, and leave me; think upon these gone, 60 Let them affright thee. I beseech thee, youth, Put not another sin upon my head, By urging me to fury; O, be gone! By heaven, I love thee better than myself; For I come hither arm'd against myself. Stay not, be gone; live, and hereafter say A madman's mercy bade thee run away.
Paris. I do defy thy conjurations And apprehend thee for a felon here. 69
Romeo. Wilt thou provoke me? then have at thee, boy! [They fight.
Page. O Lord, they fight! I will go call the watch. [Exit.
Paris. O, I am slain!--[Falls.] If thou be merciful, Open the tomb, lay me with Juliet. [Dies.
Romeo. In faith, I will.--Let me peruse this face. Mercutio's kinsman, noble County Paris! What said my man when my betossed soul Did not attend him as we rode? I think He told me Paris should have married Juliet; Said he not so? or did I dream it so? Or am I mad, hearing him talk of Juliet, 80 To think it was so?--O, give me thy hand, One writ with me in sour misfortune's book! I'll bury thee in a triumphant grave,-- A grave? O, no! a lantern, slaughter'd youth; For here lies Juliet, and her beauty makes This vault a feasting presence full of light. Death, lie thou there, by a dead man interr'd.-- [Laying Paris in the tomb. How oft when men are at the point of death Have they been merry! which their keepers call A lightning before death; O, how may I 90 Call this a lightning?--O my love! my wife! Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty. Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there.-- Tybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody sheet? O, what more favour can I do to thee Than with that hand that cut thy youth in twain To sunder his that was thine enemy? 100 Forgive me, cousin!--Ah, dear Juliet, Why art thou yet so fair? shall I believe That unsubstantial Death is amorous, And that the lean abhorred monster keeps Thee here in dark to be his paramour? For fear of that, I still will stay with thee, And never from this palace of dim night Depart again. Here, here will I remain With worms that are thy chamber-maids; O, here Will I set up my everlasting rest, 110 And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars From this world-wearied flesh.--Eyes, look your last! Arms, take your last embrace! and, lips, O you The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss A dateless bargain to engrossing death!-- Come, bitter conduct, come, unsavoury guide! Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on The dashing rocks thy sea-sick weary bark! Here's to my love! [Drinks.]--O true apothecary! 119 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
Friar Laurence. Saint Francis be my speed! how oft to-night Have my old feet stumbled at graves!--Who's there?
Balthasar. Here's one, a friend, and one that knows you well.
Friar Laurence. Bliss be upon you! Tell me, good my friend, What torch is yond that vainly lends his light To grubs and eyeless skulls? as I discern, It burneth in the Capels' monument.
Balthasar. It doth so, holy sir; and there's my master, One that you love.
Friar Laurence. Who is it?
Balthasar. Romeo. 129
Friar Laurence. How long hath he been there?
Balthasar. Full half an hour.
Friar Laurence. Go with me to the vault.
Balthasar. I dare not, sir; 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.
Friar Laurence. Stay, then; I 'll go alone.--Fear comes upon me; O, much I fear some ill unlucky thing!
Balthasar. As I did sleep under this yew-tree here, I dreamt my master and another fought, And that my master slew him. [Exit.
Friar Laurence. Romeo!-- [Advances. Alack, alack, what blood is this, which stains 140 The stony entrance of this sepulchre?-- What mean these masterless and gory swords To lie discolour'd by this place of peace?-- [Enters the tomb. Romeo! O, pale!--Who else? what, Paris too? And steep'd in blood?--Ah, what an unkind hour Is guilty of this lamentable chance!-- The lady stirs. [Juliet wakes.
Juliet. O comfortable friar! where is my lord?-- I do remember well where I should be, And there I am.--Where is my Romeo? 150 [Noise within.
Friar Laurence. 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 Among a sisterhood of holy nuns. Stay not to question, for the watch is coming; Come, go, good Juliet. [Noise again.]--I dare no longer stay.
Juliet. Go, get thee hence, for I will not away. 160 [Exit Friar Laurence.
What's here? a cup, clos'd in my true love's hand? Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end.-- O churl! drunk all, and left 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. [Kisses him. Thy lips are warm.
1 Watch. [Within] Lead, boy; which way?
Juliet. Yea, noise? then I'll be brief.--O happy dagger! [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. 171
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