Romeo and Juliet By William Shakespeare Act V: Scene 3

FRIAR.
Saint Francis be my speed! how oft to-night
Have my old feet stumbled at graves! — Who's there?
Who is it that consorts, so late, the dead?

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

FRIAR.
Bliss be upon you! Tell me, good my friend,
What torch is yond that vainly lends his light
To grubs and eyeless skulls? as I discern,
It burneth in the Capels' monument.

BALTHASAR.
It doth so, holy sir; and there's my master,
One that you love.

FRIAR.
Who is it?

BALTHASAR.
Romeo.

FRIAR.
How long hath he been there?

BALTHASAR.
Full half an hour.

FRIAR.
Go with me to the vault.

BALTHASAR.
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.

FRIAR.
Stay then; I'll go alone: — fear comes upon me;
O, much I fear some ill unlucky thing.

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

FRIAR.
Romeo! [Advances.]
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?

[Enters the monument.]

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.

[Juliet wakes and stirs.]

JULIET.
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.]

FRIAR.
I hear some noise. — 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 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 within], — I dare no longer stay.

JULIET.
Go, get thee hence, for I will not away. —

[Exit Friar Lawrence.]

What's here? a cup, clos'd in my true love's hand?
Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end: —
O churl! drink 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 me die with a restorative.

[Kisses him.]

Thy lips are warm!

1 WATCH.
[Within.] Lead, boy: — which way?

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