|Romeo and Juliet|
| Romeo and Juliet
| Act 5, Scene 3
Enter PARIS, and his Page bearing flowers and a torchPARIS
Give me thy torch, boy: hence, and stand aloof:PAGE
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.
[Aside] I am almost afraid to stand alonePARIS
Here in the churchyard; yet I will adventure.
Sweet flower, with flowers thy bridal bed I strew,--ROMEO
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 whistlesThe 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.
Enter ROMEO and BALTHASAR, with a torch, mattock, & c
Give me that mattock and the wrenching iron.BALTHASAR
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.
I will be gone, sir, and not trouble you.ROMEO
So shalt thou show me friendship. Take thou that:BALTHASAR
Live, and be prosperous: and farewell, good fellow.
[Aside] For all this same, I'll hide me hereabout:ROMEO
His looks I fear, and his intents I doubt.
Thou detestable maw, thou womb of death,PARIS
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
This is that banish'd haughty Montague,ROMEO
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 forwardStop 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.
I must indeed; and therefore came I hither.PARIS
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.
I do defy thy conjurations,ROMEO
And apprehend thee for a felon here.
Wilt thou provoke me? then have at thee, boy!PAGE
O Lord, they fight! I will go call the watch.PARIS
O, I am slain!ROMEO
FallsIf thou be merciful,
Open the tomb, lay me with Juliet.
In faith, I will. Let me peruse this face.FRIAR LAURENCE
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 tombHow 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, 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!
DrinksO true apothecary!
Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die.
Enter, at the other end of the churchyard, FRIAR LAURENCE, with a lantern, crow, and spade
Saint Francis be my speed! how oft to-nightBALTHASAR
Have my old feet stumbled at graves! Who's there?
Here's one, a friend, and one that knows you well.FRIAR LAURENCE
Bliss be upon you! Tell me, good my friend,BALTHASAR
What torch is yond, that vainly lends his light
To grubs and eyeless skulls? as I discern,
It burneth in the Capel's monument.
It doth so, holy sir; and there's my master,FRIAR LAURENCE
One that you love.
Who is it?BALTHASAR
How long hath he been there?BALTHASAR
Full half an hour.FRIAR LAURENCE
Go with me to the vault.BALTHASAR
I dare not, sirFRIAR LAURENCE
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.
Stay, then; I'll go alone. Fear comes upon me:BALTHASAR
O, much I fear some ill unlucky thing.
As I did sleep under this yew-tree here,FRIAR LAURENCE
I dreamt my master and another fought,
And that my master slew him.
AdvancesAlack, 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?
Enters the tombRomeo! 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.
O comfortable friar! where is my lord?FRIAR LAURENCE
I do remember well where I should be,
And there I am. Where is my Romeo?
I hear some noise. Lady, come from that nestJULIET
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,
Noise againI dare no longer stay.
Go, get thee hence, for I will not away.First Watchman
Exit FRIAR LAURENCEWhat'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.
Kisses himThy lips are warm.
[Within] Lead, boy: which way?JULIET
Yea, noise? then I'll be brief. O happy dagger!PAGE
Snatching ROMEO's daggerThis is thy sheath;
Stabs herselfthere rust, and let me die.
Falls on ROMEO's body, and dies
Enter Watch, with the Page of PARIS
This is the place; there, where the torch doth burn.First Watchman
The ground is bloody; search about the churchyard:Second Watchman
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.
Re-enter some of the Watch, with BALTHASAR
Here's Romeo's man; we found him in the churchyard.First Watchman
Hold him in safety, till the prince come hither.Third Watchman
Re-enter others of the Watch, with FRIAR LAURENCE
Here is a friar, that trembles, sighs and weeps:First Watchman
We took this mattock and this spade from him,
As he was coming from this churchyard side.
A great suspicion: stay the friar too.PRINCE
Enter the PRINCE and Attendants
What misadventure is so early up,CAPULET
That calls our person from our morning's rest?
Enter CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, and others
What should it be, that they so shriek abroad?LADY CAPULET
The people in the street cry Romeo,PRINCE
Some Juliet, and some Paris; and all run,
With open outcry toward our monument.
What fear is this which startles in our ears?First Watchman
Sovereign, here lies the County Paris slain;PRINCE
And Romeo dead; and Juliet, dead before,
Warm and new kill'd.
Search, seek, and know how this foul murder comes.First Watchman
Here is a friar, and slaughter'd Romeo's man;CAPULET
With instruments upon them, fit to open
These dead men's tombs.
O heavens! O wife, look how our daughter bleeds!LADY CAPULET
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!
O me! this sight of death is as a bell,PRINCE
That warns my old age to a sepulchre.
Enter MONTAGUE and others
Come, Montague; for thou art early up,MONTAGUE
To see thy son and heir more early down.
Alas, my liege, my wife is dead to-night;PRINCE
Grief of my son's exile hath stopp'd her breath:
What further woe conspires against mine age?
Look, and thou shalt see.MONTAGUE
O thou untaught! what manners is in this?PRINCE
To press before thy father to a grave?
Seal up the mouth of outrage for a while,FRIAR LAURENCE
Till we can clear these ambiguities,
And know their spring, their head, their
And then will I be general of your woes,
And lead you even to death: meantime forbear,
And let mischance be slave to patience.
Bring forth the parties of suspicion.
I am the greatest, able to do least,PRINCE
Yet most suspected, as the time and place
Doth make against me of this direful murder;
And here I stand, both to impeach and purge
Myself condemned and myself excused.
Then say at once what thou dost know in this.FRIAR LAURENCE
I will be brief, for my short date of breathPRINCE
Is not so long as is a tedious tale.
Romeo, there dead, was husband to that Juliet;
And she, there dead, that Romeo's faithful wife:
I married them; and their stol'n marriage-day
Was Tybalt's dooms-day, whose untimely death
Banish'd the new-made bridegroom from the city,
For whom, and not for Tybalt, Juliet pined.
You, to remove that siege of grief from her,
Betroth'd and would have married her perforce
To County Paris: then comes she to me,
And, with wild looks, bid me devise some mean
To rid her from this second marriage,
Or in my cell there would she kill herself.
Then gave I her, so tutor'd by my art,
A sleeping potion; which so took effect
As I intended, for it wrought on her
The form of death: meantime I writ to Romeo,
That he should hither come as this dire night,
To help to take her from her borrow'd grave,
Being the time the potion's force should cease.
But he which bore my letter, Friar John,
Was stay'd by accident, and yesternight
Return'd my letter back. Then all alone
At the prefixed hour of her waking,
Came I to take her from her kindred's vault;
Meaning to keep her closely at my cell,
Till I conveniently could send to Romeo:
But when I came, some minute ere the time
Of her awaking, here untimely lay
The noble Paris and true Romeo dead.
She wakes; and I entreated her come forth,
And bear this work of heaven with patience:
But then a noise did scare me from the tomb;
And she, too desperate, would not go with me,
But, as it seems, did violence on herself.
All this I know; and to the marriage
Her nurse is privy: and, if aught in this
Miscarried by my fault, let my old life
Be sacrificed, some hour before his time,
Unto the rigour of severest law.
We still have known thee for a holy man.BALTHASAR
Where's Romeo's man? what can he say in this?
I brought my master news of Juliet's death;PRINCE
And then in post he came from Mantua
To this same place, to this same monument.
This letter he early bid me give his father,
And threatened me with death, going in the vault,
I departed not and left him there.
Give me the letter; I will look on it.PAGE
Where is the county's page, that raised the watch?
Sirrah, what made your master in this place?
He came with flowers to strew his lady's grave;PRINCE
And bid me stand aloof, and so I did:
Anon comes one with light to ope the tomb;
And by and by my master drew on him;
And then I ran away to call the watch.
This letter doth make good the friar's words,CAPULET
Their course of love, the tidings of her death:
And here he writes that he did buy a poison
Of a poor 'pothecary, and therewithal
Came to this vault to die, and lie with Juliet.
Where be these enemies? Capulet! Montague!
See, what a scourge is laid upon your hate,
That heaven finds means to kill your joys with love.
And I for winking at your discords too
Have lost a brace of kinsmen: all are punish'd.
O brother Montague, give me thy hand:MONTAGUE
This is my daughter's jointure, for no more
Can I demand.
But I can give thee more:CAPULET
For I will raise her statue in pure gold;
That while Verona by that name is known,
There shall no figure at such rate be set
As that of true and faithful Juliet.
As rich shall Romeo's by his lady's lie;PRINCE
Poor sacrifices of our enmity!
A glooming peace this morning with it brings;
The sun, for sorrow, will not show his head:
Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things;
Some shall be pardon'd, and some punished:
For never was a story of more woe
Than this of Juliet and her Romeo.