Romeo and Juliet Page #8

How fares my Juliet?

That I ask again, for nothing can be ill

if she be well.

Then she is well, and nothing can be ill.

Her body sleeps in Capels' monument,

and her immortal part with angels lives.

Oh, pardon me for bringing these ill news.

Is it even so?

Then I defy you, stars.

Hire me post-horses. I will hence tonight.

I do beseech you, sir, have patience.

Your looks are pale and wild

and do import some misadventure.

Thou art deceived.

Leave me, and do the thing I bid thee do.

- Hast thou no letters to me from the friar?

- No, my good lord.

No matter.

Get thee gone, hire those horses.

I'll be with thee straight.

Well, Juliet,

I will lie with thee tonight.

Apothecary.

Come hither, man.

I see that thou art poor.

Here is 40 ducats.

Let me have a dram of poison,

such soon-speeding gear as will disperse

itself through all the veins

that the life-weary taker may fall dead.

Such mortal drugs I have,

but Mantua's law is death

to any he that utters them.

Art thou so bare and full of wretchedness

and fear'st to die?

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. Take this.

My poverty but not my will consent.

I pay thy poverty and not thy will.

Put this in any liquid thing you will

and drink it off.

And if you had the strength of 20 men,

it would dispatch you straight.

Here is thy gold,

worse poison to men's souls,

doing more murder

in this loathsome world

than these poor compounds

that thou may'st not sell.

I sell thee poison,

thou hast sold me none.

Who bare my letter then to Romeo?

I could not send it,

nor get a messenger to bring it thee,

so fearful were they of infection.

Unhappy fortune.

By my brotherhood, that letter,

the neglecting of it may do much danger.

Now must I to the monument alone.

Within this three hours

will fair Juliet wake.

She will beshrew me much that Romeo

hath had no notice of these accidents.

Sweet flower,

with flowers thy bridal bed I strew.

O woe, thy canopy is dust and stone.

Give me the light.

Upon thy life I charge thee,

whate'er thou hear'st or see'st,

stand all aloof,

and do not interrupt me in my course.

I will be gone, sir, and not trouble you.

So shalt thou show me friendship.

Take thou that.

Live and be prosperous.

And farewell, good fellow.

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.

Stop thy unhallowed 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.

I beseech thee, youth, put not another sin

upon my head by urging me to fury.

Stay not, be gone. Live!

And hereafter say a madman's mercy

bade thee run away.

I do defy thy conjurations

and apprehend thee for a villain here!

Give me thy hand,

one writ with me

in sour misfortune's book.

I'll bury thee in a triumphant grave.

A grave?

Oh, 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 interred.

Oh, 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 conquered.

Beauty's ensign yet

is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks,

and death's pale flag

is not advanced there.

Ah, dear Juliet, I still

will stay with thee

and never from this palace of dim night

depart again.

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, unsavory guide.

Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on

the dashing rocks thy sea-sick weary bark.

Here's to my love.

Oh, true Apothecary, thy drugs are quick.

Thus with a kiss

I die.

Romeo.

Alack, alack, what blood is this?

What mean these masterless

and gory swords

to lie discolor'd by this place of peace?

Oh, what an unkind hour

is guilty of this lamentable chance?

O comfortable friar,

where is my lord?

I do remember well where I should be,

and there I am.

Where is my Romeo?

Lady,

come from that nest of death,

contagion, and unnatural sleep.

A greater power than we can contradict

hath thwarted our intents.

Come, come away.

Thy husband there lies dead.

Stay not to question,

for the watch is coming.

Come, good Juliet. I dare no longer stay.

Go, get thee hence,

for I will not away.

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.

Thy lips are warm.

Lead, boy. Which way?

Yea, noise?

Then I'll be brief.

Oh, happy dagger.

This is thy sheath.

There rust,

and let me die.

Go tell the Prince.

Run to the Capulets!

Raise up the Montagues.

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 punished.

O brother Montague, give me thy hand.

This is my daughter's jointure,

for no more can I demand.

But I can give thee more.

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 by his lady lie,

poor sacrifices of our enmity.

A glooming peace this morning

with it brings.

The sun for sorrow will not show his head.

For never was a story of more woe

than this of Juliet and her Romeo.

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