What bloud is this that staines the entrance Of this marble stony monument? What meanes these maisterles and goory weapons? Ah me I doubt, whose heere? what _Romeo_ dead? Who and _Paris_ too? what vnluckie houre Is accessary to so foule a sinne? _Iuliet rises._ The Lady sturres.[1595] Ah comfortable Fryer. 105 I doe remember well where I should be, And what we talkt of: but yet I cannot see Him for whose sake I vndertooke this hazard. _Fr_: Lady come foorth, I heare some noise at hand, We shall be taken, _Paris_ he is slaine, 110 And _Romeo_ dead: and if we heere be tane We shall be thought to be as accessarie. I will prouide for you in some close Nunery. _Iul_: Ah leaue me, leaue me, I will not from hence. _Fr_: I heare some noise, I dare not stay, come, come. 115 _Iul_: Goe get thee gone. Whats heere a cup closde in my louers hands? Ah churle drinke all, and leaue no drop for me. _Enter watch._ _Watch_: This way, this way. _Iul_: I, noise? then must I be resolute. 120 O happy dagger thou shalt end my feare, Rest in my bosome, thus I come to thee. _She stabs herselfe and falles._ _Enter watch._ _Cap_: Come looke about, what weapons haue we heere? See frends where _Iuliet_ two daies buried, New bleeding wounded, search and see who's neare, 125 Attach and bring them to vs presently. _Enter one with the Fryer._ _1._ Captaine heers a Fryer with tooles about him, Fitte to ope a tombe. _Cap_: A great suspition, keep him safe. _Enter one with Romeos man._ _1._ Heeres _Romeos_ Man. 130 _Capt_: Keepe him to be examinde. _Enter Prince with others._ _Prin_: What early mischiefe calls vs vp so soone. _Capt_: O noble Prince, see here Where _Juliet_ that hath lyen intoombd two dayes, Warme and fresh bleeding, _Romeo_ and Countie _Paris_ 135 Likewise newly slaine. _Prin_: Search seeke about to finde the murderers. _Enter olde Capolet and his Wife._ _Capo_: What rumor's this that is so early vp? _Moth_: The people in the streetes crie _Romeo_, And some on _Iuliet_: as if they alone 140 Had been the cause of such a mutinie. _Capo_: See Wife, this dagger hath mistooke: For (loe) the backe is emptie of yong _Mountague_, And it is sheathed in our Daughters breast. _Enter olde Montague._ _Prin_: Come _Mountague_, for thou art early vp, 145 To see thy Sonne and Heire more early downe.