Prince. Seal up the mouth of outrage for awhile, Till we can clear these ambiguities, And know their spring, their head, their true descent; And then will I be general of your woes, F. Lau. I am the greatest, able to do least; Prince. Then say at once what thou dost know in this. F. Lau. I will be brief, for my short date of breath Is not so long as is a tedious tale. Romeo, there dead, was husband to that Juliet ; Or in my cell there would she kill herself. A sleeping potion; which so took effect The form of death: meantime I writ to Romeo, Prince. We still have known thee for a holy man. Where's Romeo's man? what can he say in this? Bal. I brought my master news of Juliet's death; And then in post he came from Mantua, To this same place, to this same monument. 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: 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, Have lost a brace of kinsmen.1 All are punish'd. 'Mercutio and Paris. Can I demand. But I can give thee more: 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. For never was a story of more woe [Exeunt. END OF VOL. XIII. |