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
_Fri. L._ Stay, then; I'll go alone: fear comes upon me;[1505] 135
O, much I fear some ill unlucky thing.[1506]
_Bal._ As I did sleep under this yew-tree here,[1502][1507][1508]
I dreamt my master and another fought,[1507]
And That my master slew him.[1507]
_Fri. L._ Romeo![1509] [_Advances._
Alack, alack, what blood is this, which stains 140
The stony entrance of this sepulchre?
What mean these masterless and gory swords
To lie discolour'd by this place of peace?[1510] [_Enters the tomb._
Romeo! O, pale! Who else? what, Paris too?
And steep'd in blood? Ah, what an unkind hour[1511] 145
Is guilty of this lamentable chance!
The lady stirs.[1512] [_Juliet wakes._
_Jul._ O comfortable friar! where is my lord?[1513]
I do remember well where I should be,
And there I am: where is my Romeo?[1514] [_Noise within._ 150
_Fri. L._ I hear some noise. Lady, come from that nest[1515]
Of death, contagion and unnatural sleep:
A greater power than we can contradict
Hath thwarted our intents: come, come away:[1516]
Thy husband in thy bosom there lies dead; 155
And Paris too: come, I'll dispose of thee
Among a sisterhood of holy nuns:
Stay not to question, for the watch is coming;
Come, go, good Juliet; I dare no longer stay.[1517]
_Jul._ Go, get thee hence, for I will not away.[1518] 160
[_Exit Fri. L._
What's here? a cup, closed in my true love's hand?[1519]
Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end:
O churl! drunk all, and left no friendly drop[1520]
To help me after? I will kiss thy lips;
Haply some poison yet doth hang on them, 165
To make me die with a restorative. [_Kisses him._[1521]
Thy lips are warm.
_First Watch._ [_Within_] Lead, boy: which way?[1522]
_Jul._ Yea, noise? then I'll be brief. O happy dagger![1523]
[_Snatching Romeo's dagger._
This is thy sheath [_Stabs herself_]; there rust, and let me die.
[_Falls on Romeo's body, and dies._[1524]
_Enter_ Watch, _with the_ Page _of_ PARIS.[1525]
_Page._ This is the place; there, where the torch doth burn.[1526] 170
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