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, The noble Paris and true Romeo dead. 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. 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: 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. 1 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. |