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Or bid me go into a new-made grave.

And hide me with a dead man in his shroud ;

Things, that, to hear them told, have made me

.Vnd I will do it without fear or doubt, [tremble ;

To live an unstain'd wife to my sweet love, [sent

Fri. Hold, then; go home, be merry, give con-
To marry Paris : Wednesday is to-morrow ;
To-morrow night look that thou lie alone.
Let not thy nurse lie with thee in thy chamber :
Take thou this phial, being then in bed.
And this distilled liquor drink thou off:
When, presently, through all thy veins shall run
A cold and drowsy humour, which shall seize
Each vital spirit ; for no pulse shall keep
His natural progress, but surcease to beat :
No warmth, no breath, shall testify thou liv'st ;
The roses in thy lips and cheeks shall fade
To pearly ashes ; thy eyes' windows fall,
Like death, when he shuts up the day of life ;
Each part, depriv'd of supple government,
Shall stiff, and stark, and cold, appear like death
And in this borrow'd likeness of shrunk death
Thou Shalt remain full two and forty hours.
And then awake as from a pleasant sleep.
Now when the bridegroom in the morning comes
To rouse thee from thy bed, there art thou dead :
Then (as the manner of our country is,)
In thy best robes uncover'd on the bier,
Thou shalt be borne to that same ancient vault,
AVhere all the kindred of the Capulets lie.
In the mean time, against thou shalt awake.
Shall Romeo by my letters know our drift ;
And hither shall he come ; and he and I
Will watch thy waking, and that very night
Shall Romeo bear thee hence to Mantua.
,-Uid this shall free thee from this present shame ;
If no unconstant toy, nor womanish fear.
Abate thy valour in the acting it.

Jul. Give me, O give me! tell me not of fear.

Fri. Hold ; get you gone, be strong and pros-
perous
In this resolve : I'll send a friar with speed
To .Mantua, with my letters to thy lord.

Jul. Love, give me strength ! and strength shall
help afford.
Farewell, dear father ! [Exeunt.

SCENE II A Room in Capulet's House.

Enter Capulet, Lady Capulet, Nurse, and Servants.

Cap. So many guests invite as here are writ
[Exit Servant.
Sirrah, go hire me twenty cunning cooks.

2 Serv. You shall have none ill, sir ; for I'll try
if they can lick their fingers.

Cap. How canst thou try them so ?

2 Serv. Marry, sir, 'tis an ill cook that cannot
lick his own fingers : therefore he, that cannot lick
his fingers, goes not with me.

Cap. Go, begone [Exit Servant.

We shall be much unfurnish'd for this time
What, is my daughter gone to friar Laurence ?

Nurse. Ay, forsooth.

Cap. Well, he may chance do some good on her :
A peevish self-will'd harlotry it is.
Enter Juliet.

Nurse. See, where she comes from shrift with
merry look. [been gadding ?

Cap. How now, my headstrong ? where have you
Jul. Where I have learn'd me to repent the sin
Of disobedient opposition
To you, and your behests ; and am enjoin'd
By holy Laurence to fall prostrate here.
And beg your pardon : Pardon, 1 beseech you
Henceforward I am ever rul'd by you.



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Cap. Send for the county ; go tell hira of this ;
I'll have this knot knit up to-morrow morning.

Jul. 1 met the youthful lord at Laurence' cell ;
And gave him what becomed lore I might.
Not stepping o'er the bounds of modesty. [up :

Cap. Why, I am glad on't ; this is well, stand
This is as't should be. Let me see the county ;
Ay, marry, go, I say, and fetch him hither
Now, afore God, this reTerend holy friar.
All our whole city is much bound to him.

JuJ. Nurse, will you go with me into my closet.
To help me sort such needful ornaments
As jou think fit to furnish me to-morrow ?

La. Cap. No, not till Thursday ; there is time
enoui;h.

Cap. Go, nurse, go with her : we'll to church
to-morrow. [Exeunt Juliet and Nurse.

iM. Cap. We shall be short in out provision ;
"1 is now near night.

Cap. Tush ! I will stir about.

And all things shall be well, 1 warrant thee, wife:
Go thou to Juliet, help to deck up her ;
I'll not to bed to-night ; let me alone:
I'll ptaT the housewife for this once What, ho!
They are all forth : Well, I will walk myself
To county Paris, to prepare him up
Against to-morrow : my heart is wond'ious light.
Since this same wayward girl is so reclaim'd.

[Exeunt.

SCENE III Juliet's Chatnber.

Enter Juliet and Nurse.

Jul. -iy, those attires are best : But, pentle

I pray thee, leave me to myself to-night ; [nurse.

For I have need of many orisons

To move the heavens to smile upon my state.

Which, well thou kuow'st, is cross and full of sin.

Enter Lady Capulet.

La. Cap. \\'hat, are you busy ? do you need my
help ?

Jul. No, madam ; we have cuU'd such necessaries
As are behoveful for our state to-morrow ;
So please you, let me now be left alone.
And let the nurse this night sit up with you ;
For, I am sure, you have your bands full all.
In this so sudden business.

La. Cap. Good night !

Bet thee to bed, and rest ; for thou hast need.

[Exeunt Ladjn Capulet an</ Nurse

Jul. Farewell ! God knovs, when we shall
meet a^in.
I have a faint cold fear thrills throueh my eins
That almost freezes up the heat of life :
I'll call them back again to comfort me ;
Nurse ! What should she do here ?
My dismal scene I needs must act alone
Come, ohial

What if this mixture do not work at all ?
Must I of force be married to the county ?
No, no ; this shall forbid it : lie thou there
[Laifins^ dorvn a dagg
What if il be a poison, which thefiiar
Subtly hath minister'd to have me dead ;
Lest in this marriage he should be dishonour'd,
Because he married me before to Romeo ?
I fear, it is : and \et, methinks, it should not.
For he hath still been tried a holy man :
I will not entertain so bad a thought
How if, when I am laid into the tomb,
I wake before the time that Romeo
Come to redeem me ? there's a fearful point ;
Shall I not then be stifled in the Tault,
To whose foul mouth no healthsome air breathes
And there die strangled ere my Romeo comes ? [in.
Or, if 1 live, is it not very like,
The horrible conceit of death and night.
Together with the terror of the place,
As in a vault, an ancient receptacle.
Where, for these many hundred years, the bones
Of all my buried ancestors are pack'd i



\Vherc bloody Tybalt, yet but green in earth.
Lies fest'ring in his shroud ; where, as thev say,

ome hours in the night spirits resort ;
Alack, alack ! is it not like, that I,
5o early waking, what with loathsome smells :
And shrieks like mandrakes' torn out of the earth.
That living mortals, hearing them, run mad ;
O 1 if I wake, shall I not be distraught.
Environed with all these hideous fears ?
And madly play with my forefathers' joints ?
-And pluck the mangled Tybalt from his shroud ?
And, in this rage, with some great kinsman's bone,
As with a club, dash out my desperate brains ?
O, look ! methinks, I see my cousin's ghost
.Peeking out Romeo, that did spit his body
I'pon a rapier's point : Stay, Tybalt, stay I
Romeo, I come ! this do 1 drink to thee.

[She throtri herself on the bed.

SCENE IV._Capulet's Ball.

Enter Lady Capulet and Nurse.

La. Cap. Hold, take these keys, and fetch more

spices, nurse.
Nurte. They call for dates and quinces in the
pastry.

Enter Capulet.
Cap. Come, stir, stir, stir ! the second cock hath
crow'd.
The curfeu bell hath rung, 'tis three o'clock :
Look to the bak'd meats, good Angelica :
Spare not for cost.

Nurte. Go, go, you cot-quean, go,

Get you to bed ; 'faith, you'll be sick to-morrow
For this night's watching. [now

Cap. No, not a whit ; What ! I have watch'd ere
All night for lesser cause, and ne'er been sick.
La. Cap. Ay, you have been a mouse-hunt in
your time ; ,

But I will watch you from such watching now.

[BTrunt Ladp Capulet and Nurse.
Cap. A jealous-hood, a jealous-hood ! Now,
WTiat's there ? [fellow,

Enter Servants, tFitk spits, logs, and baskets.

1 Serv. Things for the cook, sir ; but I know not

what.
Cap. Make haste, make haste. [Exit 1 Serr.]
Sirrah, fetch drier logs ;
Call Peter, he will show thee where they are.

2 Serv. I have a head, sir, that will find out logs.
And never trouble Peter for the matter. [ai7.

Cap. 'Mass, and well said ; .A merry whoreson I ha.
Thou Shalt be logger -head. Good faith, 'tis day :
The county will be here with musick straight,

[Murick rrithin.
For so he said he would. I hear him near :
Nurse 1 Wife ! what, ho ! what, nurse, I say !

Enter Nurse.
Go, waken Juliet, go. and trim her up ;
I'll go and chat with Paris : Hie, make haste.
Make haste ! the bridegroom he is come already :
Make haste, I say. [Exeunt.

SCENE V Juliet's Chamber Juliet on the Bed.

Enter Nurse.

Jiurse. Mistress I what, mistress ! Juliet !
fast, I warrant her, she :
Why, lamb ! why, lady ! fye, you slug-a-bed !
Why, love, I say ! madam ! sweet-heart ! why,
bride ; [no^

What, not a word ? you take your pennyworths
Sleep for a week ; for the next night, I warrant.
The countv Paris hath set up his rest.
That vou shall rest but little God forgive ra.?,
(Marr'v, and amen !) how sound is she asleep .
I needs must wake her; Madam, madam, ina-
Ay, let the countv Uke vou in your bed ; [dam
He'll fright vou up, i'faith.- Will it not be ?
What, drest '. and in your clothes ! and down again .



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I must needs wake you : Lady ! lady ! lady !
Alas ! alas ! Help ! help ! my lady's dead !
O, well-a-day, that ever I was born !
Some aqua-vitse, ho I my lord ! my lady !
Enter Lady Capulet.
La. Cap. What noise Is here ?
Nurte. O lamentable day !

La. Cap. What is the matter ?
Nurse. Look, look ! O heavy day.

La. Cap. O me, O me ! my child, my only life.
Revive, look up, or I will die with thee I
Help, help ! call help.

Enter Capulet.

Cap. For shame, bring Juliet forth ; her lord is

come. [the day !

Ifurse. She's dead, deceas'd, she's dead ; alack

La. Cap. Alack the day ! she's dead, she's dead,

she's dead.
Cap. Ha ! let me see her : Out, alas ! she's cold ;
Her blood is settled, and her joints are stiff';
Life and these lips have long been separated :
Death lies on her, like an untimely frost
Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.
Accursed time ! unfortunate old man !
Nurse. O lamentable day !
La. Cap. O woful time !

Cap. Death, that hath ta'en her hence to make
me wail.
Ties up my tongue, and will not let me speak.
Enter Friar Laurence and Paris, n'ilh mrisicians.
Fri. Come, is the bride ready to go to church ?
Cap. Ready to go, but never to return :
O son, the night be'ore thy wedding day
Hath death lain with thy bride : See, there she
Flower as she was, deflowered by him. [lies,

Death is my son-in-law, death is my heir;
My daughter he hath wedded ! I will die,
And leave him all; life leaving, all is death's.

Par. Have I thought long to see this morning's
And doth it give me such a sight as this ? [face,
La. Cap. Accurs'd, unhappy, wretched, hateful
Most miserable hour, that e'er time saw [day !

In lasting labour of his pilgrimage !
But one, poor one, one poor and loving child.
But one thing to rejoice and solace in.
And cruel death hath catch'd it from my sight.

Nurse. O woe ! O woful, woful, woful day !
Most lamentable day ! most woful day.
That ever, ever, I did yet behold !
O day ! O day ! O day ! O hateful day !
Never was seen so black a day as this :
O woful day, O woful day !

Par. Beguil'd, divorced, wronged, spited, slain !
Most detestable death, by thee beguil'd.
By cruel cruel thee quite overthrown !
O love ! O life ! not life, hut love in death !

Cap. Despis'd, distressed, hated, martyr'd,
kiU'd !
Uncomfortable time ! why cam'st thou now
To murder murder our solemnity ?
O child ! O child ! my soul, and not my child !
Dead art thou, dead ! alack ! my child is dead !
And, with my child, my joys are buried !

Fri. Peace, ho, for shame ! confusion's cure lives
In these confusions. Heaven and yourself [not
Had part in this fair maid ; now heaven hath all.
And all the better is it for the maid:
Vour part in her you could not keep from death ;
But heaven keeps his part in eternal life.
The most you sought was her promotion ;
For 'twas your heaven, she should be advanc'd :
And weep ye now, seeing she is advanc'd.
Above the clouds, as high as heaven itself?
<), in this love, you love your child so ill.
That you run mad, seeing that she is well :
She's not well married, that lives married long ;
But she's best married, that dies married young.
Ih-y up your tears, and stick your rosemary
On this fair corse ; and, as the custom is.
In all her best array bear her to church :



For though fond nature bids us all lament,
Yet nature's tears are reason's merriment.

Cap. All things, that we ordained festival.
Turn from their office to black funeral :
Our instruments, to melancholy bells ;
Our wedding cheer, to a sad burial feast ;
Our solemn hymns to sullen dirges change;
Our bridal flowers serve for a buried corse.
And all things change them to the contrary.

Fri. Sir, go you in, and, madam, go with
And go, sir Paris ; every one prepare [him ;
To follow this fair corse unto her grave :
The heavens do low'r upon you, for some ill ;
Move them no more, by crossing their high will.

{Eoceunt Capulet, Lady Capulet, Paris,
and Friar.

1 Mut. 'Faith, we may put up our pipes, and bt
gone.

Nurse. Honest good fellows, ah, put up, put up.
For, well you know, this is a pitiful case.

[Exit Nurse.

1 Mvs. Ay, by my troth, the case may be
amended.

Enter Peter.

Pet. Musicians, O, musicians. Heart's ease, heart's
ease ; O, an you will have me live, play Awrt'i
ease.

1 Mus. Why heart's easef

Pet. O musicians, because my heart itself plays
My heart is full nfmoe: O, play me some merry
dump, to comfort me.

2 Mus. Not a dump we ; 'tis no time to play now.
Pet. Vou will not then ?

Mus. No.

Pet. I will then give it you soundly.

1 Mus. What will you give us =

Pet. No money, on my faith ; but the gleek : I
will give vou the minstrel.

1 Mus. Then will I give you the serving-crea-
ture.

Pel. Then will I lay the serving-creature's dag-
ger on your pate. I will carry no crotchets: 111
re you, I'll fa you ; Do you note me ?

1 Mus. An you re us, and fa us, you note us.

2 Mus. Pray you, put up your dagger, and put
out your wit.

Pet. Then have at you with my wit ; I will dry-
beat you with an iron wit, and put up my iron
dagger : Answer nie like men :

When gripinf; grief the heart doth wound.
And doleful dumps the mind oppress.
Then musick, with her silver sound :
Why, silver sound f why, musick with her silver
sound f
What say von, Simon Calling ?

1 Mus. Marry, sir, because silver hath a sweet
sound.

Pet. Pretty I What say you, Hugh Rebeck ?

2 Mus. 1 iay silver sound, because musicians
sound for silver.

Pet. Pretty too ! What say you, James Sound-
post ?

3 Mus. 'Faith, I know not what to say.

Pet. O, I cry vou mercy ! you are the singer : I

will say for yo'u It is musick with her silver

sound, because such fellows as you have seldom
gold for sounding :

Then musick with her silver sound.
With speedy help doth lend redress.

[Exit, singing.

1 Mus. What a pestilent knave is this same ?

2 Mus. Hang him. Jack! Come, we'll in here;
tarry for the mourners, and stay dinner. [Exeunt.



ACT V.

SCENE I. Mantua. A Street.
Enter Romeo.
Rom. If I may trust the flattering eye of sleep.
My dreams presage some joyful news at hand :



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My bosom's lord sits lightly in his throne ;
And, all this day. an unaccustom'd spirit
Lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts.
I dreamt, my lady came and Tonnd me dead ;
,'Strange dream ! that gives a dead man leave to

think,)
And breath'd such life with kisses in my lips.
That I reviv'd, and was an em|>eror.
Ah me ! how sweet is love itself possess'd,
SVhen but love's shadows are so rich in joy ?

Enter Balthasar.
News from Verona ! How now, Balthasar ?
Dost thou not bring me letters from the friar ?
How doth my lady ? Is my father well ?
How fares my .Juliet ? That I ask a^ain ;
For nothing can be ill, if she be well.

Bal. Then she is well, and nothing can be ill ;
Her body sleeps in Capels' monument.
And her immortal part with angels lives;
I saw her laid low in her kindred's vault.
And presently took post to tell it you :

pardon me for bringing these ill news.
Since you did leave it for my office, sir.

Ram. Is it even so ? then I defy you, stars !
Thou know'st ray lodging: get me'ink and paper.
And hire post-horses ; I will hence to-night.

Bal. Pardon me, sir, I will not leave you thus :
Your looks are pale and wild, and do import
Some misadventure.

Rom. Tush, thou art deceiv'd ;

Leave me, and do the thing I bid thee do :
Hast thou no letters to me from the friar ?

Bal. Xo, my good lord.

Rom. No matter: get thee gone.

And hire those horses; I'll be with thee straight.

[Exit Balthasar.
Well, Juliet, I will lie with thee to-night.
Let's see for means : O, mischief ! thou art swift
To enter in the thoughts of desperate men !

1 do remember an apothecary,

And hereabouts he dwells, whom late I noted
In.tattei'd weeds, with overwhelming brows.
Culling of simples ; meager were his looks.
Sharp misery had worn him to the bones :
And in his needy shop a tortoise hung.
An alligator stutTd, and other skins
Of ill-shap'd fishes ; and about his shelves
A beggarly account of empty boxes.
Green earthen pots, bladders, and musty seeds.
Remnants of packthread, and old cakes 'of roses.
Were thinly scatter'd, to make up a show.
Noting this penury, to myself I said
An if a man did need a poison now.
Whose sale is present death in Mantua,
Here lives a caitiff wretch would sell it him.
O, this same thought did but fore-run my need ;
And this same needy man must sell it me.
As I remember, this should be the house:
Being holiday, the beggar's shop is shut
What, ho ! apothecary !

Enter Apothecary.

Ap. Who calls so loud ?

Rjym. Come hither, man I see, that thou art
Hold, there is forty ducats : let me have [poor ;
A dram of poison ; such soon-speeding geer
As will disperse itself through all the veins.
That the life-weary taker may fall dead :
And that the trunk may be discharg'd of breath
As violently, as hasty powder fir'd
Doth hurry from the fatal cannon's womb.

Ap. Such mortal drugs I have ; but Mantua's law
If death, to any he that utters them.

Rom. Art thou so bare, and full of wretchedness,
And fear'st to die ? famine is in thy cheeks.
Need and oppression starveth in thy eyes.
Upon thy back hangs ragged misery.
The world is not thy friend, nor the world's law ;
The world affords no law to make thee rich ;
Then be not poor, but breik it, and take this.

Ap. Mj poverty, but not ray will, consents.



j Rotn. I pay thy poverty, and not thy will.
Ap. Put this in any liquid thing you will,
-And drink it off; and, if you had the strength
Of twenty men, it would despatch you straieht.
Rom. There is thy gold : worse poison to" men'*
souls.
Doing more murders in this loathsome world.
Than these poor compounds that thou roay'st not
I sell thee poison, thou hast sold me none. " [sell

Farewell : ouy food, and get thyself in flesh

Come, cordial, and not poison ; go with roe
To Juliet's grave, for there must 1 use thee.

[Exeunt.

SCENE II Friar Laurence's Ctll.

Enter Friar John.
John. Holy Franciscan friar ! brother, ho :
Enter Friar Laurence.

Lau. This same should be the voice of friar
John.
Welcome from .^lantua : MTiat says Romeo r>
Or, if his mind be writ, give me his letter.

John. Going to find a bare-foot brother out.
One of our order, to associate me.
Here in this city visiting the sick.
And finding him, the searchers of the town,
Suspecting, that we both were in a house
M'here the infectious pestilence did reign,
Seal'd up the doors, and would not let us forth ;
So that my speed to Mantua there was stay'd.

Lau. Who hare my letter then to Romeo .'

John. I could not send it, here it is again.
Nor get a messenger to bring it thee.
So fearful were they of infection.

Lau. Unhappy fortune ; by my brotherhood.
The letter was not nice, but' full of charge.
Of dear import ; and the neglecting it
May do much danger : Friar John, go hence ;
Get me an iron crow, and bring it straight
Unto my cell.

John. Brother, I'll go and bring it thee. [Exit, l

Lau. Now must I to the monument alone;
Within this three hours will fair Juliet wake ;
She will beshrew me much, that Romeo
Hath had no notice of these accidents ;
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 !

[Exit.

SCENE III A Church-Y'ard ; in it, a Jaonument

belonging to the Capulets.

Enter Paris, anJ hit Page, bearing Jlonert and a

torch.

Par. Give me thy torch, boy : Hence, and stand
Vet put it out, for I would not be seen, [aloof!
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.

Pa^e. 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 torab, that in thy circuit dost contain
The perfect model of eternity;
Fair Juliet, that with angels dost remain.
Accept this latest favour at my hands ;
That living honour'd thee, and, being dead.
With funeral praises do adorn thv tomb !

[Tlie Boy rrhitllet.
The boy gives warning, something doth approach.
What cursed foot wanders this way to-night.
To cross my obsequies, and true love's rites .'
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Enter Romeo and Balthasar, with a torch, mat
took, S;c.
Rem. Give me that mattock, and the wrenching
Hold, take this letter ; early in the morning [iron.
-See thou deliver it to my lord and father.
Give me the light : Upon thy life I charge thee,
Whate'er thou hear'st or seest, stand all aloof.
And do not interrupt me in my course.
Why I descend into this bed of death.
Is, partly, to behold my lady's face :
But, chiefly, to take thence from her dead finger
A previous ring ; a ring, that I must use
In dear employment : therefore hence, be gone :
But if thou, jealous, dost return to pry
In what I further shall intend to do.
By heaven, 1 will tear thee joint by joint.
And strew this hungry church-yard with thy
The time and my intents are savage-wild ; [limbs:
More fierce, and more inexorable far.
Than empty tigers, or the roaring sea.
Bat. I will be gone, sir, and not trouble you.

Rom. So Shalt thou show me friendship Take

thou that :
Live, and be prosperous ; and farewell, good fellow.

Bal. For all this same, I'll hide me hereabout ;
His looks I fear, and his intents I doubt. [Retiren.
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,

[Breakinf^ open the door of the monument.
And, m despite, I'll cram thee with more food !
Par. This is that banish 'd haughty Montague,
That murder'd my love's cousin ; with which
It is supposed, the fair creature died, [grief,

And here is come to do .some villainous shame

To the dead bodies : I will apprehend him

., ,^ [Advances.

Stop thy unhallow'd toil, vile Montague ;
Can vengeance be pursu'd further than death ?
Condemn'd 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.
Fly hence and leave me ; think upon these gone;

Let them aifright thee I beseech thee, youth.

Heap not another sin upon my head,

By urging me to fury :_0, be gone !

By heaven, I love thee better than myself ;

For I come hither arm'd against myself:

Stay not, begone ; live, and hereafter say

A madman's mercy bade thee run away.

Par. I do defy thy conjurations.
And do attach thee as a felon 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.] It thou be mer-
ciful.
Open the tomb, lay me with Juliet. [Dies.

Rom. In faith, I will: Let me peruse this
Mercu tin's kin.sman, noble county Paris : [face ;
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 ?



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