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A churchyard; in it a tomb belonging to the Capulets.
[Enter PARIS and his PAGE, bearing flowers and a torch]
PARIS
, 2
T T T
, ,
Give me thy | torch boy, hence | and stand |
aloof,
, ,
, , ,
Yet put | it out,| for I | would not | be seen:
, 2 T T
T , ,
Under yond^|yew-trees lay | thee all | along,
,
, ,
, ,
Holding | thine^ear | close to | the hol|low
ground,
, ,
, . T T T
So shall | no foot | upon | the churchyard tread,
2 , ,
, ,
,
Being loose,| unfirm | with dig|ging up | of
graves,
, ,
, ,
,
But thou | shalt hear | it: whis|tle then | to
me,
, ,
, ,
,
As sig|nal that | thou hearst | something |
approach,
,
x , , ,
Give me | those flowers.| Do as | I bid | thee,
go.
PAGE
, ,
, ,
,
I am | almost | afraid | to stand | alone
,
, , 2
, ,
Here in | the church|yard, yet I | will
ad|venture.
PARIS
x x
, ,
,
Sweet* flower | with flowers | thy brid|al bed |
I strew:
,
, , ,
,
O woe,| thy can|opy | is dust | and stones,
, ,
, ,
,
Which^with | sweet* wat|er night|ly I | will dew,
??
,
, , ,
,
Or want|ing that,| with tears | distilled |
by moans;
, , ,
, ,
The ob|sequies | that I | for thee | will keep,
,
, ,
, ,
Nightly | shall be,| to strew | thy grave,| and
weep.
[The Page whistles]
, , , ,
,
The boy | gives^war|ning, some|thing doth |
approach,
, ,
, ,
,
What curs|ed foot | wanders | this way | tonight,
, ,
, . T T T
To cross | my ob|sequies,| and true love's rite?
,
, ,
, ,
What with | a torch?| Muffle | me night | awhile.
[Retires. Enter ROMEO and BALTHASAR, with a torch, mattock, etc.]
ROMEO
,
, ,
, ,
Give me | that mat|tock, and | the wrench|ing
iron,
__ ,
x , 2 ,
Hold | take this | letter, ear/ly in the |
morning
, 2
, , 2 ,
,
See thou de|liver | it to my | lord and | father,
, 2
, , ,
,
Give me the | light; u|pon thy | life I | charge thee,
, ,
, T T . T
Whatere | thou hearst | or seest,| stand all
aloof,
, , ,
, ,
And do | not in|terrupt | me in | my course.
, ,
, ,
,
Why I | descend | into | this bed | of death,
, ,
, ,
,
Is part|ly to | behold | my la|dy's face:
, 2 ,
, , ,
But chief|ly to take | thence from | her dead | finger
,
, , ,
,
A pre|cious ring:| a ring | that I | must use,
, ,
, ,
,
In dear | employ|ment, there|fore hence | be
gone:
, ,
, ,
,
But if | thou jeal|ous dost | return | to pry
, , ,
, ,
In what | I furth|er shall | intend | to do,
, ,
, ,
,
By heav|en I | will tear | thee joint | by joint,
, ,
, , ,
And strew | this hun|gry church|yard with | thy
limbs:
, ,
, ,
,
The time,| and my | intents | are sav|age wild:
, ,
, , ,
More* fierce | and more | inex|ora|ble far,
, , ,
, ,
Than em|pty tig|ers, or | the roar|ing sea.
BALTHASAR
, ,
, , ,
I will | be gone | sir, and / not troub|le you.
ROMEO
, ,
, , ,
So shalt | thou show | me friend|ship: Take |
thou that,
, 2
, 2 ,
T T T
Live and be | prosperous,| and fare| well good
fellow.
BALTHASAR
, , ,
, ,
For all | this same,| I'll hide | me here|about,
,
, ,
, ,
His looks | I fear,| and his | intents | I doubt.
ROMEO
, ,
, , ,
Thou de|testab|le maw,| thou womb | of death,
,
, ,
, ,
Gorged with | the dear|est mors|el of | the
earth:
, 2 ,
, ,
,
Thus I en|force thy | rotten | jaws to | open,
,
, , ,
,
And in | despite,| I'll cram | thee with / more
food.
PARIS
,
, , ,
,
This is | that ban|ished haugh|ty Mont|ague,
, , ,
, ,
That murd|ered my / love's cous|in; with | which^grief,
, , , , ,
It is | suppos|ed the / fair creat|ure died,
, ,
, , 2
,
And here | is come | to do | some vil|lanous
shame
2 , ,
, ,
,
To the dead | bodies:| I will | appre|hend him.
,
, , T T . T
Stop thy | unhal|lowed toil,| vile Montague:
, , ,
, ,
Can venge|ance be | pursued | further | than death?
, ,
, , ,
Condemned | villain,| I do | appre|hend thee.
,
, ,
, ,
Obey | and go | with me,| for thou | must die,
ROMEO
, ,
, , ,
->
I must | indeed,| and there|fore came | I
hith||er:
,
Tx T T
2 , 2 ,
Good | gentle youth, tempt | not a des|perate
man,
T T . T ,
, ,
Fly hence and leave | me, think | upon |
these^gone,
, ,
, , ,
Let them | affright | thee. I | beseech | thee
youth,
, ,
, ,
,
Put^not | anoth|er sin | upon | my head,
, ,
, , ,
By urg|ing me | to fu|ry. O | be gone,
x ,
, ,
,
By heaven | I love | thee bet|ter than | myself,
, ,
, ,
,
For I | come^hith|er armed | against | myself:
T T . T ,
, ,
Stay not, be gone,| live, and | hereaft|er say,
, ,
, , ,
A mad|man's mer|cy bade | thee run | away.
PARIS
,
, , , ,
I do | defy | thy com|miser|ation,
, , ,
, ,
And ap|prehend | thee for | a fe|lon here.
ROMEO
, ,
, ,
,
Wilt thou | provoke | me? Then | have at | thee boy.
PAGE
, , ,
, ,
O Lord | they fight,| I will | go call | the
watch.
[Exit]
PARIS
,
, , ,
,
O I | am slain,| if thou | be mer|ciful,
, ,
, , ,
Open | the tomb,| lay me | with Jul|iet.
[Dies]
ROMEO
, ,
, 2 , ,
In faith | I will.| Let me pe|ruse this | face;
<- , 2
, ,
, ,
Mer||cutio's | kinsman,| noble | County |
Paris,
, ,
, , ,
What said | my man,| when my | betos|sed soul
, ,
, ,
,
Did not | attend | him as | we rode?| I think
, ,
, ,
, 2 ->
He told | me Par|is should | have mar|ried
Ju||liet.
, 2
, ,
, ,
Said | he not so?| Or did | I dream | it so?
,
, , 2 ,
, 2
Or am | I mad,| hearing him | talk of | Juliet,
, ,
, ,
,
To think | it was | so? O | give me | thy hand,
, ,
, , ,
One, writ / with me | in sour | misfor|tune's
book.
, ,
, ,
,
I'll bu|ry thee | in a | triumph|ant grave.
, , ,
, ,
A grave;| O no,| a lant|ern; slaught|ered youth:
, , ,
2 , ,
For here | lies Jul/iet,| and her beaut|y makes
,
, , ,
,
This vault | a feast|ing pres|ence full | of
light.
T T
T , 2
T T . T
Death lie thou | there, by a | dead man interred.
, , ,
, ,
How oft | when men | are at | the point | of
death,
, ,
, ,
,
Have they | been mer|ry? Which | their keep|ers
call
, , ,
, ,
A light|ning be/fore death?| O how | may I
,
, ,
, ,
Call this | a light|ning? O | my love,| my wife,
,
, , ,
,
Death that | hath sucked | the hon|ey of | thy
breath,
, x
, ,
,
Hath had | no power | yet u|pon thy | beauty:
, ,
, , ,
Thou art | not con|quered: beaut|y's en|sign yet
, ,
, , ,
Is crim|son in | thy lips,| and in | thy cheeks,
. T T T
, , ,
And death's pale flag | is not | advan|ced there.
,
, ,
, ,
Tybalt,| liest thou | there in | thy blood|y
sheet?
, ,
, ,
,
O what | more* fav|or can | I do | to thee,
, ,
, , ,
Than with | that hand | that cut | thy youth | in
twain,
, , ,
, ,
To sund|er his | that was | thine^en|emy?
,
, , , ,
Forgive | me cous|in. Ah | dear Jul/iet:
, ,
, , ,
Why art | thou yet | so fair?| I will | believe,
, , , , ,
, ,
Shall I believe, that unsubstantial death is amorous? ????
,
, , , ,
And that | the lean | abhor|red monst|er keeps
,
, ,
, ,
Thee here | in dark | to be | his par|amour?
, ,
, , ,
For fear | of that,| I still | will stay | with
thee,
, ,
, , ,
And nev|er from | this pal|ace of / dim night
,
, , ,
,
Depart | again;| here, here / will I | remain,
, ,
, ,
,
With worms | that are | thy chamb|er-maids:| O
here
, ,
, , ,
Will I | set^up | my ev|erlast|ing rest:
, ,
, ,
,
And shake | the yoke | of in|auspi|cious stars
2 , ,
T T T ,
From this world-|wearied | flesh: Eyes look |
your last:
,
, ,
, ,
Arms take^|your last | embrace:| and lips | O you
??
, ,
, ,
,
The doors | of breath,| seal with | a right|eous
kiss
, ,
, ,
,
A date|less bar|gain to | engros|sing death:
T Tx
T ,
, 2 ,
Come bitter con|duct*, come | unsav|ory guide,
, 2 ,
, , ,
Thou des|perate pi|lot, now | at once | run^on
, ,
, ,
,
The dash|ing rocks,| thy sea-|sick^wea|ry bark:
,
, ,
, x
Here's to | my love.| O true | apoth|ecary:
, ,
, ,
,
Thy drugs | are quick.| Thus with | a kiss | I
die.
[Dies]
[Enter, at the other end of the churchyard, FRIAR LAURENCE, with a lantern,
crow, and spade]
FRIAR LAURENCE
, ,
, , ,
Saint Fran|cis be | my speed,| how oft | tonight
, ,
, ,
,
Have my / old feet | stumbled | at graves?| Who's
there?
BALTHASAR
,
, , ,
,
Here's one,| a friend,| and one | that knows |
you well.
FRIAR LAURENCE
,
, , ,
,
Bliss be | upon | you. Tell | me good | my friend
, ,
, ,
,
What torch | is yond,| that vain|ly lends | his
light
, , ,
, ,
To grubs,| and eye|less skulls?| As I | discern,
, ,
, , ,
It burn|eth in | the Cap|el's mon|ument.
BALTHASAR
, ,
,
It doth | so ho|ly sir, \\
,
, ,
2 ,
And there's | my
mast|er, one | that you love.
FRIAR LAURENCE
x
Who is it?
BALTHASAR
Romeo.
FRIAR LAURENCE
, ,
,
How long | hath he / been there?
BALTHASAR
, ,
Full half | an hour.
FRIAR LAURENCE
T T T 2 ,
Go with me | to the vault.
BALTHASAR
, ,
I dare | not sir.
,
, ,
, ,
My mast|er knows | not but | I am / gone hence,
, ,
, ,
,
And fear|fully | did men|ace me | with death,
, ,
, ,
,
If I | did stay | to look | on his | intents.
FRIAR LAURENCE
, 2
T . T T , ,
Stay, then I'll | go alone, Fear | comes^u|pon me.
, ,
, ,
,
O much | I fear | some^ill | unluck|y thing.
BALTHASAR
,
, , 2
T T T
As I | did sleep | under this | yew-tree here,
, ,
, ,
,
I dreamt | my mast|er and | anoth|er fought,
, ,
,
And that | my mast|er slew | him.
FRIAR LAURENCE
, ,
Rom|eo.
,
, , ,
,
Alack,| alack,| what blood | is this | which stains
, ,
, ,
,
The sto|ny ent|rance of | this sep|ulchre?
, , ,
, ,
What mean | these mast|erless,| and go|ry swords
, ,
, ,
,
To lie | discol|ored by | this place | of peace?
, 2 ,
, , ,
Romeo,| oh pale:| Who else?| What Par|is too?
, ,
, , ,
And steeped | in blood?| Ah what | an un|kind^hour
, 2 , ,
2 ,
Is guil|ty of this | lament|able chance?
<- , , ->
The la||dy stirs.
JULIET
, 2
, , ,
O com|fortable fri|ar, where's | my lord?
,
, , ,
,
I do | remem|ber well | where I | should be,
, ,
, , ,
And there | I am,| where is | my Rom|eo?
FRIAR LAURENCE
, , ,
, ,
I hear | some noise | lady,| come from | that nest
, ,
, , 2 ,
Of death,| contag|ion, and / unna|tural sleep,
, x ,
, ,
A great|er power | than we | can con|tradict
,
, ,
T T . T
Hath thwart|ed our | intents,| Come, come away,
, ,
x T T T
Thy hus|band in | thy bosom | there lies
dead:
, ,
, , ,
And Par|is too:| Come I'll | dispose | of thee,
, ,
, ,
,
Among | a sis|terhood | of ho|ly nuns:
, 2 ,
2 , ,
Stay not^to | question,| for the watch | is
com|ing.
<- , ,
, 2 , ,
,
Come,|| go good | Juliet,| I dare | no long|er
stay.
[Exit FRIAR LAURENCE]
JULIET
, ,
, ,
,
Go* get | thee hence,| for I | will not | away.
,
, , 2
T T T
What's^here?| A cup | closed in my | true love's
hand?
, ,
, ,
,
Poison | I see | hath been | his time|less end
, T T . T , ,
O churl,| drunk all, and left | no friend|ly
drop,
, ,
, , ,
To help | me aft|er, I | will kiss | thy lips,
, ,
, ,
,
Haply | some pois|on yet | doth hang | on them,
, , 2
, , oo
To make | die with a | restor|ative.|
, ,
Thy lips | are warm.
FIRST WATCHMAN
__ ___ ,
Lead | boy:| which way?
JULIET
,
Yea noise?
, ,
, x
Then I'll | be brief.| O hap|py dagger.
,
, ,
, ,
This is | thy sheath,| there^rust | and let | me die.
[Kills herself.]
PAGE
,
,
This is | the place,
, . T T T
There where | the torch doth burn.
FIRST WATCHMAN
x ,
The ground is | bloody,
, T . T
T
Search a|bout the churchyard.
T T . T
, , ,
Go some of you,| whoere | you find | attach.
,
, T T . T ,
Piti|ful sight,| here lies the count|y slain,
, 2 , ,
, ,
And Jul|iet bleed|ing, warm | and new|ly dead
, ,
, , ,
Who here | hath lain | these two | days bur/ied.
T T . T
, , ,
Go tell the prince,| run to | the Cap|ulets,
, ,
, ,
,
Raise^up | the Mont|agues,| some oth|ers search,
, , ,
, ,
We see | the ground | whereon | these woes | do
lie,
,
, ,
, 2 ,
But the / true ground | of all | these pit|eous woes,
, ,
, , ,
We can|not wi/thout cir|cumstance | descry.
[Enter some of the Watch, with BALTHASAR]
SECOND WATCHMAN
, 2 ,
Here's Rom|eo's man,
, , 2
,
We found | him in the |
churchyard*.
FIRST WATCHMAN
, 2
, T . T
T ,
Hold him in | safety,| till the prince come |
hither.
[Enter others of the Watch, with FRIAR LAURENCE]
THIRD WATCHMAN
,
x , ,
,
Here is | a friar | that trem|bles, sighs,| and
weeps:
, ,
, , ,
We took | this mat|tock and | this spade | from him,
, ,
, , ,
As he | was com|ing from | this church|yard*
side.
FIRST WATCHMAN
, ,
, ,
,
A great | suspi|cion, stay | the fri|ar too.
[Enter the PRINCE and Attendants]
PRINCE
, ,
, , ,
What mis|advent|ure is | so ear|ly up,
, ,
, , ,
That calls | our pers|on from | our morn|ing's
rest?
[Enter CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, and others]
CAPULET
,
, , ,
,
What should | it be | that they | so shriek | abroad?
LADY CAPULET
, , 2 ,
, ,
O the | people | in the street | cry Ro/meo,
, 2
, , , ,
Some Jul|iet, and / some Par|is, and / all run
, , ,
, ,
With op|en out|cry toward^|our mon|ument.
PRINCE
,
, , ,
,
What fear | is this | which start|les in | our
ears?
FIRST WATCHMAN
, 2 T T .
T , ,
Sovereign,| here lies the count|y Par|is
slain,
, 2
, , 2 ,
,
And Rom|eo dead,| and Jul|iet, dead | before,
T . T
T
Warm and new killed.
PRINCE
___ oo
Search,|
T .
T T
, , ,
Seek, and know how,| this fou|l murd|er comes.
FIRST WATCHMAN
,
x , , 2 ,
Here is | a friar,| and slaught|ered Rom|eo's
man,
, ,
, ,
x
With inst|ruments | upon | them fit | to open
, T T
These dead | men's tombs.
CAPULET
T , oo
O
| heaven!|
,
,
, ,
oo
O wife | look how | our daught|er
bleeds!|
, , , ,
,
This dag|ger hath | mistane,| for lo | his house
, , ,
, ,
Is emp|ty on | the back | of Mont|ague,
, ,
, ,
x
And is / mis-sheath|ed in | my daught|er's bosom.
LADY CAPULET
, ,
, , ,
O me,| this sight | of death,| is as | a bell
,
, , ,
,
That warns | my old | age to | a sep|ulchre.
[Enter MONTAGUE and others]
PRINCE
, , ,
, ,
Come^Mont|ague,| for thou | art ear|ly up
, ,
, , ,
To see | thy son | and heir,| more ear|ly down.
MONTAGUE
,
, , ,
,
Alas | my liege,| my wife | is dead | tonight,
, 2
T T T
, ,
Grief of my | son's exile | hath stopped | her
breath:
, ,
, ,
,
What furth|er woe | conspires | against | mine
age?
PRINCE
__ ,
,
Look:| and thou | shalt see. \\
MONTAGUE
, ,
, , ,
O thou | untaught,| what man|ners is | in
this,
, ,
, ,
,
To press | before | thy fath|er to | a grave?
PRINCE
,
, , ,
,
Seal^up | the mouth | of out|rage for | a while,
, ,
, , ,
Till we | can clear | these am|bigu|ities,
, ,
, ,
,
And know | their spring,| their head,| their true
| descent,
, , , ,
,
And then | will I | be gene|ral of | your woes,
, ,
2 , ,
,
And lead | you ev|en to death:| meantime |
forbear,
, , ,
, ,
And let | mischance | be slave | to pa|tience.
T T .
T ,
, ,
Bring forth the part|ies of | suspi|cion.
FRIAR LAURENCE
, , , , ,
I am | the great|est, ab|le to / do least,
, ,
, ,
,
Yet most | suspect|ed as | the time | and place
, , , 2
, ,
Doth^make | against | me of this | direful |
murder:
, ,
, , ,
And here | I stand | both to | impeach | and
purge
, , ,
, ,
Myself | condem|ned, and | myself | excused.
PRINCE
,
, , ,
,
Then say | at once,| what thou | dost know | in
this?
FRIAR LAURENCE
, ,
, , ,
I will | be brief,| for my / short date | of breath
, ,
, , 2 ,
Is not | so long | as is | a ted|ious tale.
, 2 ,
, 2 , , 2
Romeo | there* dead,| was hus|band to that |
Juliet,
, ,
, 2 , ,
And she | there* dead,| that's Rom|eo's faith|ful
wife:
,
,
x
, ,
I mar|ried them;| and their / stolen mar|riage day
, , ,
, ,
Was Ty|balt's dooms|day: whose^|untime|ly death
, 2 T
T T ,
2 ,
Banished the | new-made bride|groom from the |
city:
, ,
, , 2 ,
For whom |(and not | for Ty|balt) Jul|iet pined.
,
, , ,
,
You, to | remove | that siege | of grief | from
her,
,
, ,
, ,
Betrothed,| and would | have mar|ried her |
perforce
, ,
, T T . T
To count|y Par|is. Then | comes she to me,
, ,
, , ,
And (with / wild looks)| bid me | devise | some
means
, , ,
, ,
To rid | her from | this sec|ond mar|riage,
, , ,
, ,
Or in | my cell | there* would | she kill |
herself.
, ,
, , ,
Then gave | I her |(so tut|ored by | my art)
, , ,
, ,
A sleep|ing po|tion, which | so took | effect
, ,
, , ,
As I | intend|ed, for | it wrought | on her
, ,
, 2 ,
, 2
The form | of death.| Meantime, I | writ to |
Romeo,
, ,
, , ,
That he | should hit|her come | as this / dire
night,
, ,
, ,
,
To help | to take | her from | her bor|rowed
grave,
, ,
, , ,
Being | the time | the po|tion's force | should cease.
, ,
, ,
,
But he | which bore | my let|ter, Fri|ar John,
,
, , , ,
Was stayed | by ac|cident;| and yest|ernight
, ,
, , ,
Returned | my let|ter back.| Then all | alone,
, ,
, ,
,
At the / prefixed | hour | of her | waking,
, ,
, , ,
Came^I | to take | her from | her kind|red's
vault,
,
, , ,
,
Meaning | to keep | her close|ly at | my cell,
, ,
3 3 , , ,
Till I | conven|iently could send | to Rom|eo.
, ,
, ,
,
But when | I came |(some^min|ute ere | the time
, ,
, , ,
Of her | awak|ing) here | untime|ly lay
, , ,
, 2 ,
The nob|le Par|is, and / true Rom|eo dead.
, ,
, , ,
She wakes,| and I | entreat|ed her / come forth,
, ,
x , ,
And bear | this work | of heaven,| with
pa|tience:
, ,
, ,
,
But then,| a noise | did scare | me from | the
tomb,
, , 2 ,
, ,
And she |(too des|perate) would | not go | with
me,
, ,
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But (as | it seems)| did vi|olence on | herself.
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All this | I know,| and to the mar|riage her nurse | is privy: ??
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And if aught | in this | miscar|ried by | my fault,
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Let my old life be sacrificed, some hour before the time, ????
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Unto | the rig|or of | sever|est law.
PRINCE
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We still | have known | thee for | a ho|ly man.
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Where's^Rom|eo's man?| What can | he say / in
this?
BALTHASAR
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I brought | my mast|er news | of Jul|iet's death,
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And then | in post | he came | from Man|tua
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To this / same place,| to this / same mon|ument.
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This letter | he ear|ly bid | me give | his
fath||er,
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And threat|ened me | with death,| going in | the
vault,
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I de|parted | not, and | left him | there.
PRINCE
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Give me | the let|ter, I | will look | on it.
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Where is | the count|y's page | that raised | the watch?
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Sirrah,| what made | your mast|er in | this
place?
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He came | with flowers | to strew | his la|dy's
grave,
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And bid | me stand | aloof,| and so | I did:
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Anon comes one | with light | to ope | the
tomb,
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And by | and by | my mast|er drew | on him,
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And then | I ran | away | to call | the watch.
PRINCE
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This let|ter doth | make good the fri|ar's
words,
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Their course | of love,| the tid|ings of | her
death:
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And here | he writes,| that he did | buy a |
poison
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Of a / poor poth|ecary,| and there|withal
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Came to this | vault to | die, and | lie with |
Juliet.
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Where be | these en|emies?| Capulet,| Montague*,
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See what a | scourge is | laid u|pon your | hate,
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That || heaven finds means | to kill | your
joys | with love;
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And I,| for wink|ing at | your dis|cords^too,
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Have lost | a brace | of kin|smen: all | are
pun||ished.
CAPULET
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O broth|er Mont|ague,| give me | thy hand,
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This is | my daught|er's join|ture, for / no more
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Can I | demand.
MONTAGUE
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But I | can give | thee more:
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For I | will raise | her sta|tue in / pure gold,
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That while | Vero|na by | that name | is known,
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There shall | no fig|ure at | such^rate | be set,
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As that | of true | and faith|ful Jul|iet.
CAPULET
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As rich | shall Rom|eo's by | his la|dy's lie,
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Poor* sac|rific|es of | our en|mity.
PRINCE
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A gloom|ing peace | this morn|ing with | it
brings,
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The sun | for sor|row will | not show | his head;
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Go hence, to have | more* talk | of these /
sad things,
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Some shall | be pard|oned, and / some pun|ished.
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For nev|er was | a sto|ry of / more woe,
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Than this | of Jul|iet,| and her Rom|eo.
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