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Of death, contagion, and unnatural sleep: |
A greater power than we can contradict |
Hath thwarted our intents. Come, come away. |
Thy husband in thy bosom there lies dead; |
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. |
JULIET: |
Go, get thee hence, for I will not away. |
What's here? a cup, closed in my true love's hand? |
Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end: |
O churl! drunk all, and left no friendly drop |
To help me after? I will kiss thy lips; |
Haply some poison yet doth hang on them, |
To make die with a restorative. |
Thy lips are warm. |
First Watchman: |
JULIET: |
Yea, noise? then I'll be brief. O happy dagger! |
This is thy sheath; |
there rust, and let me die. |
PAGE: |
This is the place; there, where the torch doth burn. |
First Watchman: |
The ground is bloody; search about the churchyard: |
Go, some of you, whoe'er you find attach. |
Pitiful sight! here lies the county slain, |
And Juliet bleeding, warm, and newly dead, |
Who here hath lain these two days buried. |
Go, tell the prince: run to the Capulets: |
Raise up the Montagues: some others search: |
We see the ground whereon these woes do lie; |
But the true ground of all these piteous woes |
We cannot without circumstance descry. |
Second Watchman: |
Here's Romeo's man; we found him in the churchyard. |
First Watchman: |
Hold him in safety, till the prince come hither. |
Third Watchman: |
Here is a friar, that trembles, sighs and weeps: |
We took this mattock and this spade from him, |
As he was coming from this churchyard side. |
First Watchman: |
A great suspicion: stay the friar too. |
PRINCE: |
What misadventure is so early up, |
That calls our person from our morning's rest? |
CAPULET: |
What should it be, that they so shriek abroad? |
LADY CAPULET: |
The people in the street cry Romeo, |
Some Juliet, and some Paris; and all run, |
With open outcry toward our monument. |
PRINCE: |
What fear is this which startles in our ears? |
First Watchman: |
Sovereign, here lies the County Paris slain; |
And Romeo dead; and Juliet, dead before, |
Warm and new kill'd. |
PRINCE: |
Search, seek, and know how this foul murder comes. |
First Watchman: |
Here is a friar, and slaughter'd Romeo's man; |
With instruments upon them, fit to open |
These dead men's tombs. |
CAPULET: |
O heavens! O wife, look how our daughter bleeds! |
This dagger hath mista'en--for, lo, his house |
Is empty on the back of Montague,-- |
And it mis-sheathed in my daughter's bosom! |
LADY CAPULET: |
O me! this sight of death is as a bell, |
That warns my old age to a sepulchre. |
PRINCE: |
Come, Montague; for thou art early up, |
To see thy son and heir more early down. |
MONTAGUE: |
Alas, my liege, my wife is dead to-night; |