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.

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Laying PARIS in the Monument.
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 I
Call 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, ly'st 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-
I will believe (come lie thou in my arms)
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 will still stay with thee;
And never from this palace of dim night

Depart again here, here will I remain

:

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With worms that are thy chamber-maids; O, here Will I set up my everlasting rest;

Liij

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And

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 thy health, where'er thou tumblest in: 240
Here's to my love!-[Drinks] O, true apothecary
Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die. [Dies.

Enter Friar LAWRENCE, with a Lantern, Crow, and
Spade.

Law. Saint Francis be my speed! how oft to

night

Have my old feet stumbled at graves?-Who's there?

Enter BALTHASAR.

Balth. Here's one, a friend, and one that knows you well.

Law. Bliss be upon you? Tell me, good my friend,

What torch is yond', that vainly lends his light

To grubs and eyeless sculls? as I discern,

It burneth in the Capulets' monument.

Balth. It doth so, holy sir; and there's my master

One that you love.

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Law

Law. Who is it?

Balth. Romeo.

Law. How long hath he been there?

Balth. Full half an hour.

Law. Go with me to the vault.

Balth. I dare not, sir:

My master knows not, but I am gone hence
And fearfully did menace me with death,

If I did stay to look on his intents.

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Law. Stay then, I'll go alone: Fear comes upon

me;

O, much I fear some ill unlucky thing.

Balth. As I did sleep under this yew-tree here,
I dreamt my master and another fought,
And that my master slew him.

Law. Romeo?

Alack, alack, what blood is this, which stains
The stony entrance of this sepulchre ?—
What mean these masterless and gory swords
To lie discolour'd by this place of peace ?—
Romeo! O, pale!-Who else? what, Paris too?
And steep'd in blood ?-Ah, what an unkind hour
Is guilty of this lamentable chance !-

The lady stirs.

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Jul. [waking.] O, comfortable friar! where is my lord?

I do remember well where I should be,
And there I am :-Where is my Romeo?

[Noise within.

Law.

Law. I hear some noise.-Lady, come from that

nest

Of death, contagion, and unnatural sleep;
A greater Power than we can contradict

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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,-[Noise again.] I dare stay no longer.

[Exit.

Jul. Go, get thee hence, for I will not away :What's here? a cup, clos'd in my true love's hand? Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end :

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To help me after?—I will kiss thy lips;

Haply, some poison yet doth hang on them,
To make me die with a restorative.

Thy lips are warm!

[Kisses him.

Watch. [within.] Lead, boy:-Which way?
Jul. Yea, noise?-then I'll be brief.-O happy

dagger!

[Snatching ROMEO's Dagger. This is thy sheath; [stabs herself.] there rust, and let me die.

Enter Watch, with the Page of PARIS.

Page. This is the place; there, where the torch doth burn.

Watch. The ground is bloody; Search about the

church-yard;

Go