Mantua. A Street Enter Romeo Romeo. If I may trust My dreams presage some joyful news at hand. And all this day an unaccustom'd spirit Lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts. I dreamt my lady came and found me dead— Strange dream, that gives a dead man leave to think!— And breath'd such life with kisses in my lips That I reviv'd and was an emperor. 10 When but love's shadows are so rich in joy!— Enter News from Verona!—How now, Balthasar! Dost thou not bring me letters from the friar? How doth my lady? Is my father well? How fares my Juliet? that I ask again, For nothing can be ill if she be well. Balthasar. Then Her body sleeps in And her immortal part with angels lives. 20 I saw her laid low in her kindred's vault And O, pardon me for bringing these ill news, Since you did leave it for my office, sir. Romeo. Is it even so? then I defy you, stars!— Thou know'st my lodging; get me ink and paper, And hire post-horses. I will hence to-night. Your looks are pale and wild, and do import Some Romeo.Tush, thou art deceiv'd; 30 Leave me and do the thing I bid thee do. Hast thou no letters to me from the friar? Balthasar. No, my good lord. Romeo. No matter; get thee gone And hire those horses. I'll be with thee straight.— [Exit Balthasar. Well, Juliet, I will lie with thee to-night. Let's see for means.—O mischief, thou art swift To enter And hereabouts he dwells,—which late I noted In tatter'd weeds, with 40 Culling of Sharp misery had worn him to the bones; And in his needy shop a tortoise hung, Of ill-shap'd fishes; and about his shelves Green earthen pots, bladders and musty seeds, Remnants of packthread and old cakes of roses, Were thinly scatter'd, to make up a show. Noting this penury, to myself I said, 50 An if a man did need a poison now, Whose sale is Here lives a caitiff wretch would sell it him. O, this same thought did but forerun my need, And this same needy man must sell it me! As I remember, this should be the house. Being holiday, the beggar's shop is shut.— What, ho! apothecary! Enter Apothecary Apothecary.Who calls so loud? Romeo. Come hither, man. I see that thou art poor. Hold, there is forty ducats; let me have 60 A dram of poison, such As will disperse itself through all the veins That the life-weary taker may fall dead, And that the trunk may be discharg'd of breath Doth hurry from the fatal cannon's womb. Apothecary. Such mortal drugs I have; but Mantua's law Is death to Romeo. Art thou so bare and full of wretchedness, And fear'st to die? famine is in thy cheeks, 70 Need and oppression Contempt and beggary hangs upon thy back, The world is not thy friend, nor the world's law; The world affords no law to make thee rich; Then be not poor, but break it and take this. Apothecary. My poverty, but not my will, consents. Romeo. I pay thy poverty, and not thy will. Apothecary. Put this in any liquid thing you will, And drink it off; and, if you had the strength Of twenty men, it would dispatch you straight. 80 Romeo. There is thy gold, worse poison to men's souls, Doing more murthers in this loathsome world Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell. I sell thee poison, thou hast sold me none. Farewell; buy food, and get thyself in flesh.— Come, cordial and not poison, go with me To Juliet's grave, for there must I use thee. [Exeunt. Scene II.Friar Laurence's Cell Enter Friar John Friar John. Holy Franciscan friar! brother, ho! Enter Friar Laurence Friar Laurence. This same should be the voice of Friar John.— Welcome from Mantua; what says Romeo? Or, if his mind be writ, give me his letter. Friar John. Going to find One of our order, to Here in this city visiting the sick, And finding him, the searchers of the town, Suspecting that we both were in 10 Where the infectious pestilence did reign, Seal'd up the doors and would not let us forth, So that my speed to Mantua there was stay'd. Friar Laurence. Who bare my letter, then, to Romeo? Friar John. I could not send it,—here it is again,— Nor get a messenger to bring it thee, So fearful were they of Friar Laurence. Unhappy fortune! by my brotherhood, The letter was not Of 20 May Get me an iron crow and bring it straight Unto my cell. Friar John. Brother, I'll go and bring it thee. [Exit. Friar Laurence. Now must I to the monument alone; Within She will Hath had no notice of these accidents; But I will write again to Mantua, And keep her at my cell till Romeo come. Poor living corse, clos'd in a dead man's tomb! [Exit. Scene III.Enter Paris, and his Page bearing flowers and a torch s="i0">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 To help to take her from her borrow'd grave, Being the time the potion's force should cease. 250 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 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, Of her awaking, here The noble Paris and true Romeo dead. 260 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 sacrific'd some hour before his time Unto the rigour of severest law. Balthasar. I brought my master news of Juliet's death, And then To this same place, to this same monument. This letter he early bid me give his father, And threaten'd me with death, If I departed not and left him there. Prince. Give me the letter; I will look on it.— Where is the county's page that rais'd the watch?— 280 Sirrah, Page. He came with flowers to strew his lady's grave And bid me stand aloof, and so I did. Anon comes one with light to ope the tomb, And And then I ran away to call the watch. Prince. This letter doth make good the friar's words, Their course of love, the tidings of her death; And here he writes that he did buy a poison 290 Came to this vault to die and lie with Juliet.— Where See, what a scourge is aid upon your hate, That heaven finds means to kill your joys with love! And I, for winking at your discords too, Have lost Capulet. O brother Montague, give me thy hand; This is my daughter's jointure, for no more Can I demand. Montague.But I can give thee more; For I will raise her statue in pure gold, 300 That while Verona by that name is known There shall no figure at such rate be set As that of true and faithful Juliet. Capulet. As rich shall Romeo by his lady lie, Poor sacrifices of our enmity! Prince. A The sun for sorrow will not show his head. Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things; For never was a story of more woe Than this of Juliet and her Romeo. [Exeunt. The Nurse and Peter |