SCENE III. A Church-yard; in it a Monument belonging to the CAPULETS. Enter PARIS; and his Page, bearing Flowers and a Torch. [aloof; Par. Give me thy torch, boy: Hence, and stand Yet put it out, for I would not be seen. Under yon yew-trees lay thee all along, Holding thine ear close to the hollow ground; So shall no foot upon the church-yard tread (Being loose, unfirm, with digging up of graves), But thou shalt hear it: whistle then to me, As signal that thou hear'st something approach. Give me those flowers. Do as I bid thee, go. Page. I am almost afraid to stand alone Here in the church-yard; yet I will adventure. [Retires. Par. Sweet flower, with flowers I strew thy bridal bed: Sweet tomb, that in thy circuit dost contain The perfect model of eternity; Fair Juliet, that with angels dost remain, [The Boy whistles. The boy gives warning, something doth approach. What cursed foot wanders this way to-night, To cross my obsequies, and true-love's rites? Rom. Give me that mattock, and the wrenching iron. Hold, take this letter; early in the morning See thou deliver it to my lord and father. Give me the light: Upon thy life I charge thee, But, chiefly, to take hence from her dead finger A precious ring; a ring, that I must use In dear employment: therefore hence, be gone:— In what I further shall intend to do, By heaven, I will tear thee joint by joint, And strew this hungry church-yard with thy limbs: Than empty tigers, or the roaring sea. Bal. I will be gone, sir, and not trouble you. Live, and be prosperous; and farewell, good fellow. [Retires. [Breaking open the Door of the Monument. And here is come to do some villanous shame [Advances. Stop thy unhallow'd toil, vile Montague; Rom. I must, indeed; and therefore came I hither.- Iar. I do defy thy conjurations, And do attach thee as a telon here. Rom. Wilt thou provoke me? then have at thee, boy. [They fight. Page. O lord! they fight: I will go call the watch. [Exit Page. Par. O, I am slain!-[Falls]-If thou be merciful, Open the tomb, lay me with Juliet. [Dies. Rom. In faith, I will:-Let me peruse this face; may [Laying Paris in the Monument. How oft when men are at the point of death Have they been merry? which their keepers call A lightning before death: O, how Call this a lightning?-O, my love! my wife! Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty: Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips, and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there.Tybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody sheet? O, what more favour can I do to thee, Than with that hand that cut thy youth in twain, To sunder his that was thine enemy? Forgive me, cousin!-Ah! dear Juliet, Why art thou yet so fair? Shall I believe That unsubstantial death is amorous; And that the lean abhorred monster keeps F Thee here in dark to be his paramour? With worms that are thy chambermaids; O, here And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars From this world-wearied flesh.-Eyes, look your last! Bal. Here's one, a friend, and one that knows you well. It burneth in the Capels' monument. Bal. It doth so, holy sir; and there's my master, One that you love. Fri. Bal. Fri. How long hath he been there? Bal. Who is it? Romeo. Full half an hour. I dare not, sir: Fri. Go with me to the vault. 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. Fri. 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, Fri. Romeo! [Advances. Alack, alack, what blood is this, which stains [Enters the Monument. [Juliet wakes and stirs. Jul. O comfortable friar! where my lord? I do remember well where I should be, And there I am:-Where is my Romeo? [Noise within. Hath thwarted our intents; come, come away: Stay not to question, for the watch is coming; longer. [Exit. Jul. Go, get thee hence, for I will not away.— What's here? a cup, clos'd in my true love's hand? Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end :O churl! drink all; and leave no friendly drop, To help me after?--I will kiss thy lips; Haply, some poison yet doth hang on them, To make me die with a restorative. Thy lips are warm! [Kisses him. 1 Watch. [Within] Lead, boy:-Which way? [Snatching Romeo's Dagger. This is thy sheath; [Stabs herself] there rust, and let ine die. [Falls on Romeo's Body and dies. |