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Cap. Ha! let me see her :-Out, alas! she's cold: 1 Mus. 'Faith, we may put up our pipes, and
1 Mus. Ay, by my troth, the case may be Accursed time! unfortunate old man !
heart's ease; 0, an you will have me live, play Ties up my tongue, and will not let me speak. -heart's ease.
1 Mus. Why heart's ease?
Pet. You will not then ?
I will give you the minstrel.
Pet. Then will I lay the serving-creature's daz. Most miserable hour that e'er time saw
ger on your pate. I will carry no crotchets : In lasting labour of his pilgrimage!
I'll re you, I'll fa you ; Do you note me ? But one, poor one, one pocr and loving child, 1 Mus. An you re us, and fa us, you note us. But one thing to rejoice and solace in,
2 Mus. 'Pray you, put up your dagger, and And cruel death hath catch'd it from my sight put out your wit.
Nurse. U wo! O woful, woful, woful day! Pet. Then have at you with my wit : I will Most lamentable day! most woful day,
dry-beat you with an iron wit, and put up my That ever, ever, I did yet behold!
iron dagger :- Answer me like men : O day I 0 day ! O day! O hateful day!
When griping grief the heart doth wound, Never was seen so black a day as this:
And doleful dumps the mind oppress, Owoful day, O woful day!
Then musick with her silver soundPar. Beguil'd, divorced, wronged, spited, slain, Why silver sound ? why, musick with her si Most detestable death by thee beguild,
ver sound? By cruel, cruel thee quite overthrown
What say you, Simon Catling? O love! O life!-not life, but love in death! 1 Mus. Marry, sir, because silver hath a sweet Cap. Despis'd, distress'd, hated, martyr'd, sound. kill'd!
Pet. Pretty! What say you, Hugh Rebeck ? Uncomfortable time! why cam'st thou now 2 Mus. 1 say-silver sound, because musicians To murder murder our solemnity ?
sound for silver. O child 1 O child l-my soul, and not my child l-Pet. Pretty too !-What say you, James Soap Dead art thou, dead I-alack! my child is dead; And, with my child, my joys are buried ! 3 Mus. 'Faith, I know not what to say. Fri. Peace, ho, for shaine ! confusion's cure Pet. O, I cry you mercy ! you are the singer; lives not
I will say for you. It is-musick with her silter In these confusions. Heaven and yourself sound, because such fellows as you have seldom Had part in this fair maid ; now heaven hath all, gold for sounding : And aN the better is it for the maid :
Then musick with her silver sound Your part in her you could not keep from death; With speedy help doth lend redress. But heaven keeps his part in eternal life.
Rom. If I may trust the flattering eye of sleep, For though fond nature bids us all lament, My dreams presage some joyful news at hand Yet nature's tears are reason's merriment. My bosom's lord sits lightly in his throne;
Cap. All things that we ordained festival, And, all this day, an unaccustom'd spirit
Lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts Our instruments, to melancholy bells;
I dreamt, my lady came and found me dead, Our wedding cheer, to a sad burial feast; (Strange dream that gives a dead man leave u Our solemn hymns to sullen dirges change ;
When but love's shadows are so rich in joy!
them no more, by crossing their high will. Dust thou not bring me letters from the friar1 (Exeunt Cap. Lady Cap. Paris, and Friar. How doth my lady? Is my father well ?
How fares my Juliet? That I ask again; I sell thee poison, thou hast sold me none.
Farewell; buy food, and get thyself in flesh. Bal. Then she is well, and nothing can be ill; Come, cordial, and not poison ! go with me Her body sleeps in Capet's monument,
To Juliet's grave, for there must I use thee. And her immortal part with angels lives;
[Exeunt I saw her laid low in her kindred's vault,
SCENE II. Friar Laurence's Cell. And presently took post to tell it you; O pardon me for bringing these ill news,
Enter Friar John. Since you did leave it for my office, sir.
John. Holy Franciscan friar ! brother, ho! Rom. Is it even so ? then I defy you, stars ! Thou know'st my lodging: get me ink and pa
Enter Friar Laurence. per,
Lau. This same should be the voice of Friar And hire post-horses; I will hence to-night.
John. Bal. Pardon me, sir, I will not leave you thus: Welcome from Mantua ; What says Romes; Your looks are pale and wild, and do import Or, if his mind be writ, give me his letter. Some misadventure.
John. Going to find a barefoot brother out, Rom.
Tush, thou art deceiv'd ; One of our order to associate me,
Suspecting that we both were in a house
No matter : get thee gone, Where the infectious pestilence did reign,
(Exit Balthasar. So that my speed to Mantua there was stay'l. Well, Juliet, I will lie with thee to-night. Lau. Who bare my letter then to Romeo ? Let's see for means:-0, mischiefl thou art John. I could not send it.-here it is again, swift
Nor get a messenger to bring it thee,
Lau. Unhappy fortune! by my brotherhood,
Unto my cell. An alligator stuiff'd. and other skins
John. Brother, I'll go and bring it thee. Of ill shap'd fishes; and about his shelves
[Erit. A beggarly account of empty boxes,
Lau. Now must I to the monument alone; Green earihen pots, bladders, and musty seeds, Within this three hours will tair Juliet wake; Remnants of packthread, and old cakes of roses, She will beshrew me much, that Romeo Were thinly scatter'd, to make up a show. Hath had no notice of these nccidents: Noting this penury, to myself I said
But I will write again to Mantua, And if a man did need a poison now,
Aud keep her at my cell till Romeo come; Whose sale is present death in Mantua,
Poor living corse, clos'd in a dead man's tomb! Here lives a ca itiff wretch would sell it' him.
[Erit. O, this same thought did but forerun my need ;
SCENE JII. and this same needy man must sell it me. As I remember, this should be the house;
A Church Yard : in it a Monument belonging Being holiday, the beggar's shop is shut
to the Capulets. What, ho! apothecary!
Enter Paris, and his Page, bearing Flowers and
Par. Give me thy torch, boy: Hence, and Ap.
Who calls so loud ? stand sloof;-Rom. Come hither, man.-1 see, that thou art Yet put it out, for' I wonld not be seen. poor;
Under yon yew-trees lay thee all along, Hold, there is forty ducats ; let me have Holding thine ear close to the hollow ground; A dram of poison; such soor-speeding geer So shall no foot pon the church yard tread As will disperse itself through all the veins, (Being loose, unfirm, with digging up of graves,) That the lile-weary taker may fall dead; But thou shalt hear it: whistle then to me, And that the trunk may be discharg'd of breath As signal that thou hear?:t something approach As violently, as hasty powder fir'd
Give me those flowers. Do as I bid thee, go. Doth hurry from the fatal cannon's womb.
Page. I am almost afraid to stand alone Ap. Such mortal drugs I have; but Mantua's Here in the churchyard; yet I will adventure. law
(Retires. Es death, to any he that utters them.
Par. Sweet flower, with flowers I strew thy Rom. Art thou so bare, and full of wretched bridal bed : ness,
Sweet tomb, that in thy circuit dost contain And fear'st to die? famine is in thy cheeks,
The perfect model of eternity;
Accept this latest favour at my hands; the world is not thy friend, nor the world's That living honour'd thee, and, being dead, law :
With funeral praises do adorn thy tomb! The world affords no law to make thee rich:
[The Boy whistles. Then be not poor, but break it, and take this.
The boy gives warning, something doth apAp. My poverty, but not my will, consents.
proach Rom. I pay thy poverty, and not thy will. What curse: foot wanders this way to-night,
Ap. Put this in any liquid thing you will, To cross my obsequies, and true-love's rights ? And drink it off; and, if you had the strength
What, with a torch !--muffle me, night, a while. Of twenty men, it would despatch your straight.
Retires, Rom. There is thy gold, worse poison to men's
Enter Romeo and Balthasar, with a Torch, souls,
Mattock, &c. Doing more murders in this loathsome world, Than these poor compounds that thou may'st Rom. Give me that mattock, and the wrenchnot sell :
Hold, take this letter; early in the morning Have they been merry 7 which their keepers call
Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty :
Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's ensign yet Is, partly, to behold my lady's sace:
Is crimson in thy lips, and in thy cheeks, But chiefly, to take thence from her dead finger And death's pale flag is not advanced there.A precious ring; a ring that I must use Tybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody sheet? In dear employment : therefore hence, be u, what more favour can I do to thee, gone :
Than with that hand that cut why youth is But if thou, jealous, dost return to pry
twain; In what I further shall intend to do,
To sunder his that was thine enemy?
That unsubstantial death is amorous;
Thee here in dark to be his paramour ?
For fear of that, I will still stay with thee; Bal. I will be gone, sir, and not trouble you. And never from this palace ot dim night Rom. So shalt thou show me friendship.- Depart again; here, here will I remain take thou that:
With worms that are thy chambermaids 0. Live, and be prosperous ; and farewell, good here fellow.
Will I set up my everlasting rest; Bal. For all this same, I'll hide me hereabout : And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars His looks I fear, and his intents I doubt. From this world-wearied flesh.-Eyes, look your
(Retires. Rom. Thou detestable maw, thou womb of Arms, take your last embrace ! and lips, O you death,
The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss Gorg'd with the dearest morsel of the earth, A dateless bargain to engrossing death!-Thus I enforce thy rotten jaws to open,
Come, bitter conduct, come, unsavoury guide ! Breaking open the Door
of the Monument. Thon (lesperate pilot, now at once run ou And, in despite, I'll cram thee with more food! The dashing rocko thy seasick weary bark!
Par. This is that banish'd haughty Montague, Here's to my love! (Drinks.)-0, true apothe That murder'd my love's cousin ;-with whiclr cary ! grief,
Thy drugs are quick.-Thus with a kiss I die. It is supposed the fair creature died,
(Diss. And here is come to do some villanous shame To the dead bodies; I will apprehend him.
Enter at the other end of the Churchyard, Frias
(Advances. Laurence, with a Lantern, Crow, and Stop thy unhallow'd toil, vile Montague ;
Spade. Can vengeance be pursu'd further than death? Fri. Saint Francis be my speed! how oft to. Condemned villain, I do apprehend thee :
night Obey, and go with me; for thou must die. Have my old feet stumbled at graves :- Who's Rom. I must, indeed; and therefore came I there? hither.
Who is it that consorts, so late, the dead ? Good gentle youth, tempt not a desperate man; Bal. Here's one, a friend, and one that knows Fly hence and leave me ;-think upon these
you well. gone;
Fri. 'Bliss be upon you! Tell me, good my Let them aftright thee.--I beseech thee, youth, friend, Heap not another sin upon my head,
What torch is yond' that vainly lends his light By urging me to fury :-0, be gone!
To grubs and eyeless sculls ? as I disceru, By heaven, I love thee better than myself: It burneth in the Capels' monument. For I come hither arm'd against myself:
Bal. It doth so "holy sir; and there's my Stay not, begone ;-live, and hereafter say
master, A madman's mercy bade thee run away. One that you love. Par. I do defy thy conjurations,
Who is it? Aud do attach thee as a felon here.
Romeo. Rom. Wilt thou provoke me ? then have at Fri. How long hath he been there? thee, boy [They fight. Bal.
Full half an hour. Page. O lord i they fight; I will go call the Fri. Go with me to the vanit. watch. (Erit Page. Bal.
I dare not, sir: Par. 0, 1 am slain ! [Falls.)-If thou be mer. My master knows not, but I am gone bence, ciful,
And fearfully did menace me with death, Open the tomb, lay me with Juliet. (Dies. If I did stay to look on his intents. Rom. In faith, I will :-Let me peruse this Fri. Stay then, I'll go alone ;-Fear coisas face;
upon me: Mercutio's kinsman, noble county Paris; 0, much I fear some ill unlucky thing. What said my man when my betossed soul Bal. As I did sleep under this yew-tree here, Did not attend him as we rode? I think, I dreamt my master and another-fought, He told me, Paris should have married Juliet: And that my master slew him. Said he not so? or did I dream it so?
Romeo ? [Adrancas. Or am I mad, hearing him talk of Juliet, Alack, alack, what blood is this, which stains To think it was so?-0, give me thy hand, The stony entrance of this sepalchre ?One writ with me in sour misfortune's book! What mean these masterless and gory swords I'll bury thee in a triumphant grave,
To lie discolour'd by this place of peace ? A grave? O, no; a lantern, slaughter'd youth,
[Enters the Monument For here lies Juliet, and her beauty makes Romeo! 0, pale !-Who else? what, Paris too! This vaalt a feasting presence full of light. And steep'dic blood ?-Ah, what an unkind Death, lie thou there, by a dead man interr'd.
hour (Laying Paris in the Monument. Is guilty of this lamentable chance How oft when men are at the point of death The lady stirs. [Juliet wakes and start.
Jul. O cornfortable friar! where is my lord ? With instruments upon them, fit to open
These dear men's tombs.
Cap. O heavens !--0, wife! look how onr
(Noise within. daughter bleeds !
Is emply on the back of Montague-
Enter Montague and Others.
Prince. Come, Montague, for thou art early np,
[Erit. Grief of my son's exile hath stopp'd her breath;
Mon. Othou untaught! what manners is in this,
And know their spring, their head, their true [Kisses him.
And then will I be general of your woes,
dagger! (Snatching Romeo's Dagger. Bring forth the parties of suspicion.
Yei most suspected, as the time and place [Falls on Romeo's Body, and dies. Doth make against me, of this direful murder ; Enter Watch, with the Page of Paris.
And here I stand, both to impeach and purge
My self condemned and myself excus'u. Page. This is the place; there, where the Prince. Then say at once what dost thou know toreh doth burn.
Is not so long as is a tedious tale.
(Ereunt some. And she, ibere dead, that Romeo's faithful wite :
Was Tybalt's doomsday, whose untimely death
Banish'd the new made bridegroom from this Go, tell the prince,-run to the Capulets,
city : Raise up the Montagues, some others search ;- For whom, and not for Tybalt, Juliet pin'd.
[Exeunt other Watchmen. You-to remove that siege of grief from her, We see the ground whereon these woes do lie; Betroth'd, and would have married her per. But the true ground of all these piteous woes
force We cannot without circunstance descry. To county Paris :-Then comes she to me;
Enter some of the Watch, with Balthasar. And, with wild looks, bid me devise some meana 2 Watch. Here's Romeo's man, we found him Or, jo my cell there would she kill herself.
To rid her from this second marriage,
Then gave 1 her, so tutor'd by my art,
As I intended, for it wrought on her
That he should hither come as this dire night, 3 Watch. Here is a friar, that trembles, sighs, To help to take her from her borrow'd grave, and weeps :
Being ihe time the potion's force should cease.
Was staid by accident; and yesternight
At the prefix'd hour of her waking,
Came I to take her from her kindred's vault;
But when I came (some minute ere the time
Of her awakening), here untimely lay,
She wakes : and I entreated her come forth,
All this I know and to the marriage
Miscarried by my fault, let my old life
Unto the rigour of severest law.
man. 1 Walch. Here is a friar, and slaughtered Ro- Where's Romeo's man? what can he way in meo's man
Bal. I brought my master news of Juliet's Where be these enemies ? Capulet ! Montague ! death?
See what a scourge is laid upon your hate, And then in post he came from Mantua, That heaven finds means to kill your joys with To this same place, to this same monument.
love! This letler he early bid me give his father : And I, for winking at your discords too, And threaten'd me with death, going in the Have lost a brace of kinsmen :-all are punisbd. vault,
Cap. O, brother Montague, give me thy hand; If I departed not, and left him there.
This is my daughter's jointure, for no more Prince. Give me the letter, I will look on it. Can I demand. Where is the county's page, that rais'd the Mon.
But I can give thee more: watch?
For I will raise her statue in pure gold; Sirrah, what made your master in this place? That, while Verona by that name is known, Page. He came with flowers to strew his There shall no figure at such rate be set, lady's grave;
As that of true and faithful Juliet. And bid me stand aloof, and so I did;
Cap. As rich shall Romeo by his lady lie; Anon, comes one with light to ope the tomb; Poor sacrifices of our enmity! And, by and by, my master drew on him; Prince. A glooming peace this morning with And then I ran away to call the watch.
it brings : Prince. This letter doth make good iwe friar's The sun for sorrow will not show his head: words,
Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things; Their course of love, the tidings of her death : Some shall be pardoved, and some punished; And here he writes--that he did buy a poison For never was a story of more wo, of a poor 'pothecary, and therewithal
Than this of Juliet und her Romeo. Came to this vault to die, and lie with Juliet.
HAMLET, PRINCE OF DENMARK.
PERSONS REPRESENTED. CLAUDIUS, King of Denmark.
BERNARDO, an Officer. HAMLET, Son to the former, and Nephew to FRANCISCO, a Soldier. the present King.
REYNALDO, Serrant to Polonias. POLONIUS, Lord Chamberlain.
A Captain An Ambrıssador. HORATIO, Friend to Hamlet.
Ghosi of Hamlet's Father.
FORTINBRAS, Prince of Norway,
GERTRUDE, Queen of Denmark, and Mother
OPHELIA, Daughter to Polonius
Lords, Ladies, Officers, Soldiers, Players, A Priest.
Grave-diggers, Sailors, Messengers, and othe MARCELLUS, an Officer.
O, farewell, honest soldier:
Who hath reliev'd you ? SCENE I. Elsinore. A Platform before the
Bernardo hath my place
| Erit Francisco Francisco on his Post. Enter to him Bernardo. Mar.
Holla! Bernardo !
Ber. Ber. Who's there?
Say. Fran. Nay, answer me; stand, and unfold What, is Horatio there?
A piece of him. Ber. Long live the king !
Ber. Welcome, Horatio; welcome, good Mar Fran.
He. Hor. Wbat, has this thing appear'd again to Pran. You come most carefully upon your Ber. I have seen nothing.
night 1 hour. Ber. 'Tis now struck twelve ; get thee to bed, Mar. Horatio says, 'tis but our fantasy; Francisco.
And will not let helief take hold of him, Fran. For this relief, much thanks : 'tis bitter Touching this dreaded sight, twice seen of us; cold,
Therefore I have entreated him along, And I am sick at heart.
With us to watch the minutes of this night; Ber. Have you had quiet guard ?
T'hat, if again this apparition come, Fran.
Not a nouse stirring. He may approve our eyes, and speak to it. Ber. Well, good night.
Hor. Tash! tush! 'will not appear. If you do meet Horatio and Marcellus,
Sit down awhile; The rivals of my watch, bid them make haste.
And let us once again assail your ears,
That are so fortified against our story,
What we two nights have seen.
Well, sit we don, is there?
And let us hear Bernardo speak of this. Hor. Friends to this ground.
Ber. Last night of all, Mar.
And liegemen to the Dane. When yon same star, that's westward from the Fran, Give you good night.