The Works of William Shakespeare [Cambridge Edition] [Vol. 7 of 9]Shakespeare, William
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The Works of William Shakespeare [Cambridge Edition] [Vol. 7 of 9]
Shakespeare, William
English drama
The boy gives warning something doth approach.
What cursed foot wanders this way to-night,[1450]
To cross my obsequies and true love's rite?[1451] 20
What, with a torch! Muffle me, night, awhile.[1452] [_Retires._
_Enter_ ROMEO _and_ BALTHASAR, _with a torch, mattock, &c._[1453]
_Rom._ Give me that mattock and the wrenching iron.[1454]
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, 25
Whate'er thou hear'st or seest, stand all aloof,[1455]
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 30
A precious 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 farther shall intend to do,[1456]
By heaven, I will tear thee joint by joint 35
And strew this hungry churchyard with thy limbs:
The time and my intents are savage-wild,[1457]
More fierce and more inexorable far
Than empty tigers or the roaring sea.
_Bal._ I will be gone, sir, and not trouble you.[1458][1459] 40
_Rom._ So shalt thou show me friendship. Take thou[1460]
that:
Live, and be prosperous: and farewell, good fellow.[1458]
_Bal._ [_Aside_] For all this same, I'll hide me hereabout:[1461]
His looks I fear, and his intents I doubt.[1462] [_Retires._
_Rom._ Thou detestable maw, thou womb of death,[1463] 45
Gorged with the dearest morsel of the earth,
Thus I enforce thy rotten jaws to open,
And in despite I'll cram thee with more food.[1464]
[_Opens the tomb._
_Par._ This is that banish'd haughty Montague
That murder'd my love's cousin, with which grief,[1465] 50
It is supposed, the fair creature died,
And here is come to do some villanous shame
To the dead bodies: I will apprehend him.[1466]
[_Comes forward._
Stop thy unhallow'd toil, vile Montague![1467]
Can vengeance be pursued further than death? 55
Condemned villain, I do apprehend thee:[1468]
Obey, and go with me; for thou must die.
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