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The time and my intents are savage-wild ;
Bal. I will be gone, sir, and not trouble you.
thou that; Live, and be prosperous; and farewell, good fellow.
Bal. For all this same, I'll hide me hereabout: His looks I fear, and his intents I doubt. [retires.
Ro. Thou detestable maw, thou womb of death, Gorged with the dearest morsel of the earth, Thus I enforce thy rotten jaws to open,
[breaking open the door of the monument. And, in despite, I 'll cram thee with more food!
Pa. This is that banish'd haughty Montague, That murder'd my love's cousin ; with which grief, 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 farther than death? Condemned villain, I do apprehend thee : Obey, and go with me; for thou must die. Ro. 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; Let them affright thee.-I beseech thee, youth, Heap not another sin upon my head, By urging me to fury :-0, be gone!
By heaven, I love thee better than myself;
Pa. I do defy thy conjurations,
(they fight. Page. O lord! they fight: I will go call the watch.
[Exit Page. Pa. O, I am slain! (falls.]-If thou be merciful, Open the tomb; lay me with Juliet.
[dies. Ro. In faith, I will. Let me eruse 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, To think it was so ?-0, 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 2 full of light. Death, lie thou there, by a dead man interr’d.
[laying Paris in the monument. How oft, when men are at the point of death,
1 I refuse to do as thou conjurest me to do; i. e. to depart. ? Presence-chamber.
Have they been merry! which their keepers call
1 For conductor.
Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on
Enter, at the other end of the churchyard, FRIAR
LAURENCE, with a lantern, crow, and spade. F. Lau. Saint Francis be my speed ! how cft to
night Have my old feet stumbled at graves ! - Who's
there? Who is it that consorts, so late, the dead ?
Bal. Here's one, a friend, and one that knows
F. Lau. Bliss be upon you! Tell me, good my
Bal. It doth so, holy sir ; and there's my master, One that you love.
F. Lau. Who is it?
Full half an hour.
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.
Bal. As I did sleep under this yew-tree here,
[enters the monument. Romeo! 0, 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 and stirs. Ju. 0, comfortable friar! where is
[noise within. F. Lau. I hear some noise.--Lady, come from