Than these poor compounds that thou may'st not sell : I sell thee poison, thou hast sold me none. [Exeunt. SCENE II. Friar LAWRENCE's Cell. Enter Friar JOHN. John. Holy Franciscan friar! brother, ho! Enter Friar LAWRENCE. 90 Law. 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. Here in this city visiting the sick, And finding him, the searchers of the town, Seal'd up the doors, and would not let us forth; 100 So that my speed to Mantua there was stay'd. So fearful were they of infection. Law. Unhappy fortune! by my brotherhood, John. Brother, I'll go and bring it thee. 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! 110 [Exit. [Exit. SCENE III. A Church-Yard; in it, a Monument belonging to the CAPULETS. Enter PARIS, and his PAGE with a Torch. Par. Give me thy torch, boy: Hence, and stand aloof; Yet put it out, for I would not be seen Holding thine ear close to the hollow ground; L 120 As As signal that thou hear'st something approach. Here in the church-yard; yet I will adventure. 130 [Exit. Par. Sweet flower, with flowers I strew thy bridal bed: [Strewing Flowers. Sweet tomb, that in thy circuit dost contain The perfect model of eternity; Fair Juliet, that with angels dost remain, [The Boy whistles. 140 Enter ROMEO, and BALTHASAR with a Torch, &c. Rom. Give me that mattock, and the wrenching iron. Hold, take this letter; early in the morning Is, partly, to behold my lady's face: But But, chiefly, to take thence from her dead finger 150 In dear employment: therefore hence, be gone :- And strew this hungry church-yard with thy limbs: Than empty tygers, or the roaring sea. Balth. I will be gone, sir, and not trouble you. Rom. So shalt thou shew me friendship.—Take thou that: 161 Live, and be prosperous; and farewel, good fellow. Balth. For all this same, I'll hide me hereabout; His looks I fear, and his intents I doubt. [Exit BALTHASAR. Rom. Thou detestable maw, thou womb of death, Gorg'd with the dearest morsel of the earth, Thus I enforce thy rotten jaws to open, [Breaking up the Monument. And, in despight, I'll cram thee with more food! Par. This is that banish'd haughty Montague, That murder'd my love's cousin ;-with which grief, ་ It is supposed, the fair creature dy'd,— 170 And here is come to do some villainous shame Lij Condemned villain, I do apprehend thee: Obey, and go with me; for thou must die. Rom. I must, indeed; and therefore came I hither. Good gentle youth, tempt not a desperate man, By urging me to fury :-O, be gone! By heaven, I love thee better than myself: Par. I do defy thy conjuration, And apprehend thee for a felon here. Rom. Wilt thou provoke me? then have at thee, Page. boy. 190 [They fight, PARIS falis. O lord! they fight: I will go call the watch. Par. O, I am slain!—If thou be merciful, Open the tomb, lay me with Juliet. [Dies. Rom. 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 marry'd 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! 200 |