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Romeo and Juliet

Act V, Scene 3

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,
            ,        ,          ,    2    ,        ,
      But (as | it seems)| did vi|olence on | herself.
            ,        ,       3  3     ,       2      ,          x
      All this | I know,| and to the mar|riage her nurse | is privy:  ??
         2     ,          ,        ,        ,        ,
      And if aught | in this | miscar|ried by | my fault,
              ,    ,      ,     ,           ,      ,        ,
      Let my old life be sacrificed, some hour before the time,  ????
         ,        ,      ,      ,       ,
      Unto | the rig|or of | sever|est law.
 
PRINCE
           ,            ,           ,       ,     ,
      We still | have known | thee for | a ho|ly man.
               ,   2    ,      ,         ,  ,
      Where's^Rom|eo's man?| What can | he say / in this?
 
BALTHASAR
           ,          ,        ,        ,   2      ,
      I brought | my mast|er news | of Jul|iet's death,
            ,         ,         ,          ,    ,
      And then | in post | he came | from Man|tua
                  ,    ,                 ,   ,     ,
      To this / same place,| to this / same mon|ument.
              x         ,      ,         ,         ,       2->
      This letter | he ear|ly bid | me give | his fath||er,
            ,          ,          ,      ,   2           ,
      And threat|ened me | with death,| going in | the vault,
      ,     ,        ,           ,         ___
      I de|parted | not, and | left him | there.
 
PRINCE
        ,            ,       ,          ,     ,
      Give me | the let|ter, I | will look | on it.
        ,              ,         ,            ,           ,
      Where is | the count|y's page | that raised | the watch?
       ,              ,          ,       ,          ,
      Sirrah,| what made | your mast|er in | this place?
 
PAGE
           ,            x           ,          ,        ,
      He came | with flowers | to strew | his la|dy's grave,
           ,         ,        ,         ,      ,
      And bid | me stand | aloof,| and so | I did:
      . T    T    T           ,         ,          ,
      Anon comes one | with light | to ope | the tomb,
           ,        ,       ,        ,        ,
      And by | and by | my mast|er drew | on him,
            ,       ,      ,         ,          ,
      And then | I ran | away | to call | the watch.
 
PRINCE
            ,        ,      T    T   .   T         ,
      This let|ter doth | make good the fri|ar's words,
               ,          ,         ,        ,         ,
      Their course | of love,| the tid|ings of | her death:
            ,          ,         2    ,     ,       ,
      And here | he writes,| that he did | buy a | poison
               ,    ,     x          ,       ,
      Of a / poor poth|ecary,| and there|withal
        ,    2         ,         ,          ,          ,  2
      Came to this | vault to | die, and | lie with | Juliet.
             ,          ,    ,     ,   2     ,  2
      Where be | these en|emies?| Capulet,| Montague*,
       ,      2       ,           ,     ,           ,
      See what a | scourge is | laid u|pon your | hate,
                Tx     T     T          ,           ,           ,
      That || heaven finds means | to kill | your joys | with love;
          ,        ,        ,         ,         ,
      And I,| for wink|ing at | your dis|cords^too,  ??
             ,        ,         ,         ,         ,        2->
      Have lost | a brace | of kin|smen: all | are pun||ished.
 
CAPULET
         ,        ,     ,      ,             ,
      O broth|er Mont|ague,| give me | thy hand,
        ,            ,           ,               ,   ,
      This is | my daught|er's join|ture, for / no more
          ,       ,
      Can I | demand.
 
MONTAGUE
                         ,         ,           ,
                     But I | can give | thee more:
          ,          ,          ,             ,    ,
      For I | will raise | her sta|tue in / pure gold,
             ,        ,     ,          ,         ,
      That while | Vero|na by | that name | is known,
              ,         ,       ,          ,        ,
      There shall | no fig|ure at | such^rate | be set,
           ,         ,          ,        ,    ,
      As that | of true | and faith|ful Jul|iet.
 
CAPULET
           ,           ,   2    ,        ,       ,
      As rich | shall Rom|eo's by | his la|dy's lie,
             ,     ,      ,        ,    ,
      Poor* sac|rific|es of | our en|mity.
 
PRINCE
          ,         ,           ,         ,          ,
      A gloom|ing peace | this morn|ing with | it brings,
           ,         ,        ,          ,          ,
      The sun | for sor|row will | not show | his head;
       T   T     .   T            ,                ,     ,
      Go hence, to have | more* talk | of these / sad things,
        ,              ,                 ,   ,     ,
      Some shall | be pard|oned, and / some pun|ished.
           ,      ,       ,            ,   ,
      For nev|er was | a sto|ry of / more woe,
             ,        ,   ,       2     ,   ,
      Than this | of Jul|iet,| and her Rom|eo.
 
[Exeunt]

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