The time and my intents are savage-wild ; Than empty tigers, or the roaring sea. Bal. I will be gone, sir, and not trouble you. Ro. So shalt thou show me friendship.-Take thou that; Live, and be prosperous; and farewell, good fellow. Ro. Thou detestable maw, thou womb of death, [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 Stop thy unhallow'd toil, vile Montague; Ro. I must, indeed; and therefore came I hither. Good gentle youth, tempt not a desperate man; By heaven, I love thee better than myself; Pa. I do defy thy conjurations,1 And do attach thee as a felon here. Ro. Wilt thou provoke me? then have at thee, boy. [they fight. Page. O lord! they fight: I will go call the [Exit Page. watch. 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 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, 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 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. 2 Presence-chamber. SHAK. XIII. T Have they been merry! which their keepers call love! my wife! Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, Than with that hand that cut thy youth in twain, Depart again: here, here will I remain With worms that are thy chambermaids; O, here Will I set up my everlasting rest: 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 1 For conductor. Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on [dies. 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 tonight 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 you well. F. Lau. Bliss be upon you! Tell me, good my friend, What torch is yond', that vainly lends his light It burneth in the Capels' monument. Bal. It doth so, holy sir; and there's my master, One that you love. F. Lau. How long hath he been there? Bal. Full half an hour. F. Lau. Go with me to the vault. I dare not, sir: My master knows not, but I am gone hence; If I did stay to look on his intents. F. Lau. Stay then; I'll go alone :-fear comes upon me. O, much I fear some ill unlucky thing. Bal. As I did sleep under this yew-tree here, I dreamt my master and another fought, And that my master slew him. F. Lau. Romeo?-[advances. Alack, alack, what blood is this, which stains [enters the monument. 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 and stirs. Ju. O, comfortable friar! where is my lord? I do remember well where I should be, And there I am.- —Where is my Romeo? [noise within. F. Lau. 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 : Stay not to question, for the watch is coming; |