A churchyard; in it a tomb belonging to the Capulets.Enter PARIS, and his Page bearing flowers and a torch PARIS Give me thy torch, boy: hence, and stand aloof:Yet put it out, for I would not be seen.
Under yond yew-trees lay thee all along, Holding thine ear close to the hollow ground;So shall no foot upon the churchyard tread, Being loose, unfirm, with digging up of graves, But thou shalt hear it: whistle then to me, As signal that thou hear'st something approach.
Give me those flowers.Do as I bid thee, go.PAGE [Aside] I am almost afraid to stand alone Here in the churchyard; yet I will adventure.
Retires PARIS Sweet flower, with flowers thy bridal bed I strew,--O woe! thy canopy is dust and stones;--
Which with sweet water nightly I will dew, Or, wanting that, with tears distill'd by moans:The obsequies that I for thee will keep Nightly shall be to strew thy grave and weep.
The Page whistles The boy gives warning something doth approach.
What cursed foot wanders this way to-night, To cross my obsequies and true love's rite?
What with a torch! muffle me, night, awhile.
Retires Enter ROMEO and BALTHASAR, with a torch, mattock, & c ROMEO Give me that mattock and the wrenching iron.
Hold, take this letter; early in the morning See thou deliver it to my lord and father.
Give me the light: upon thy life, I charge thee, Whate'er thou hear'st or seest, stand all aloof, And do not interrupt me in my course.
Why I descend into this bed of death, Is partly to behold my lady's face;But chiefly to take thence from her dead finger A precious ring, a ring that I must use In dear employment: therefore hence, be gone:But if thou, jealous, dost return to pry In what I further shall intend to do, By heaven, I will tear thee joint by joint And strew this hungry churchyard with thy limbs:The time and my intents are savage-wild, More fierce and more inexorable far Than empty tigers or the roaring sea.BALTHASAR I will be gone, sir, and not trouble you.ROMEO So shalt thou show me friendship.Take thou that:Live, and be prosperous: and farewell, good fellow.BALTHASAR [Aside] For all this same, I'll hide me hereabout:His looks I fear, and his intents I doubt.
Retires ROMEO Thou detestable maw, thou womb of death, Gorged with the dearest morsel of the earth, Thus I enforce thy rotten jaws to open, And, in despite, I'll cram thee with more food!
Opens the tomb PARIS This is that banish'd haughty Montague, That murder'd my love's cousin, with which grief, It is supposed, the fair creature died;And here is come to do some villanous shame To the dead bodies: I will apprehend him.
Comes forward Stop thy unhallow'd toil, vile Montague!
Can vengeance be pursued further than death?
Condemned villain, I do apprehend thee:Obey, and go with me; for thou must die.ROMEO I must indeed; and therefore came I hither.
Good gentle youth, tempt not a desperate man;Fly hence, and leave me: think upon these gone;Let them affright thee.I beseech thee, youth, Put not another sin upon my head, By urging me to fury: O, be gone!
By heaven, I love thee better than myself;For I come hither arm'd against myself:Stay not, be gone; live, and hereafter say, A madman's mercy bade thee run away.PARIS I do defy thy conjurations, And apprehend thee for a felon here.ROMEO Wilt thou provoke me? then have at thee, boy!
They fight PAGE O Lord, they fight! I will go call the watch.
PARIS O, I am slain!
Falls If thou be merciful, Open the tomb, lay me with Juliet.
Dies ROMEO In faith, I will.Let me peruse this face.
Mercutio's kinsman, noble County Paris!
What said my man, when my betossed soul Did not attend him as we rode? I think He told me Paris should have married Juliet:Said he not so? or did I dream it so?
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 misfortune's book!
I'll bury thee in a triumphant grave;
A grave? O no! a lantern, slaughter'd youth, For here lies Juliet, and her beauty makes This vault a feasting presence full of light.
Death, lie thou there, by a dead man interr'd.
Laying PARIS in the tomb How oft when men are at the point of death Have they been merry! which their keepers call A lightning before death: O, how may ICall this a lightning? O my love! my wife!
Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty:Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there.
Tybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody sheet?
O, what more favour can I do to thee, Than with that hand that cut thy youth in twain To sunder his that was thine enemy?
Forgive me, cousin! Ah, dear Juliet, Why art thou yet so fair? shall I believe That unsubstantial death is amorous, And that the lean abhorred monster keeps Thee here in dark to be his paramour?
For fear of that, I still will stay with thee;And never from this palace of dim night Depart again: here, here will I remain With worms that are thy chamber-maids; O, here Will I set up my everlasting rest, And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars 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 righteous kiss A dateless bargain to engrossing death!
Come, bitter conduct, come, unsavoury guide!
Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on The dashing rocks thy sea-sick weary bark!
Here's to my love!
Drinks O true apothecary!
Thy drugs are quick.Thus with a kiss I die.
