Romeo and Juliet Page #7

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life with kisses in

my lips, That I

revived, and was

an emperor.

Ah me!

how sweet is love

itself possess'd,

When but love's

shadows are so

rich in joy!

Welcome Balthasar.

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.

Then she is well,

and nothing can

be ill:

O, pardon me for

bringing these ill

news, Since you did

leave it for my

office, sir.

Ill news I sense?

Her body sleeps in

Capel's monument, And

her immortal part

with angels lips.

I saw this and

presently took post

to tell it you:

I do beseech you,

sir, have patience:

Your looks are pale

and wild,

and do import Some

misadventure.

Tush, thou

art deceived:

Hast thou no letters

to me from the friar?

No, my good lord.

No matter:

get thee gone,

then I defy

you, stars!

My lord.

No, no my

good lord!

Well, Juliet,

I will lie with

thee to-night.

Friar Laurence?

But he is morning

at a funeral.

where?

At the main church.

Death lies on her

like an untimely

frost Upon the

sweetest flower of

all the field.

O lamentable day!

But one, poor one,

one poor and loving

child, But one thing

to rejoice and solace

in, And cruel death

hath catch'd it from

my sight!

Confusion's

cure lives not In

these confusions.

Heaven and yourself

Had part in this fair

maid; now heaven hath

all, And all the

better is it

for the maid:

Sir, go you in; and,

madam, go with him;

The heavens do lour

upon you for some

ill; Move them no

more by crossing

their high will.

Nurse.

Holy

Franciscan friar!

brother, ho!

Welcome from Mantua:

what says Romeo?

I could

not find him.

The searchers of

the town, suspecting

that I was in a house

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.

Who bare my

letter, then,

to Romeo?

I could not send

it,--here it is

again,-- Nor get a

messenger to bring it

thee, So fearful were

they of infection.

Unhappy fortune.

By my brotherhood,

The letter was not

nice but full of

charge of dear

import, and the

neglecting it may

do much danger.

Friar John, go hence;

Get me an iron crow,

and bring it straight

unto my cell.

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.

I must indeed;

and therefore

came I hither.

Good gentle youth,

tempt not a

desperate man;

I beseech thee,

youth, Put not

another sin upon my

head, By urging me

to fury:
O, be gone!

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 felon here.

If thou be

merciful,

Open the tomb,

lay me with Juliet.

In faith, I will.

What said my man,

when my betossed soul

Did not attend him

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;

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, 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

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!

Oh.

Romeo,

Romeo!

ROMEO!

Romeo

O, pale

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:

Come, come.

A greater power than

we can contradict

hath thwarted

our intents.

Come, come away.

Come, go,

good Juliet,

I dare no

longer stay.

Thy lips are warm.

This is thy sheath;

there rust,

and let me die.

O me!

this sight of death

is as a bell, that

warns my old age

to a sepulchre.

O thou untaught!

what manners

is in this?

To press before thy

father to a grave?

Capulet!

Montague!

See, what a scourge

is laid upon your

hate, That heaven

finds means to kill

your joys with love.

O brother Montague,

give me thy hand.

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.

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