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Balthasar, a friend of Romeo’s, brings him news that Juliet is dead and lies in the Capulet tomb. Resolved to find her and join her in death, Romeo first visits an apothecary and bribes him to obtain an illegal (and lethal) poison. Trigger warning: Act 5 contains material discussing and portraying suicide. A market street in Mantua: Enter ROMEO ROMEOIf I may trust the flattering truth of sleep foreshadow My dreams ° some joyful news at hand. My bosom’s lord sits lightly in his throne: And all this day an unaccustomed spirit 5Lifts 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 breathed such life with kisses in my lips, That I revived and was an Emperor. 10Ah me, how sweet is love itself possessed, dreams When but love’s ° are so rich in joy! Enter ROMEO’s man BALTHASAR News from Verona! How now, Balthasar? Dost thou not bring me letters from the Friar? How doth my lady? Is my father well? 15How doth my lady Juliet? That I ask again, If she is well, then nothing can be ill. BALTHASARThen nothing can be ill, for she is well! Her body sleeps in Capel’s monument, And her immortal part with angels lives. 20I saw her laid low in her kindred’s vault, And presently took post to tell it you. O, pardon me for bringing this ill news, duty Since you did leave it for my °, sir. ROMEOIs it even so? Then I deny you, stars! 25Thou knowest my lodging. Get me ink and paper, And hire post horses. I will hence tonight. BALTHASARI do beseech you sir, have patience. imply Your looks are pale and wild, and do ° accident, or failed attempt Some °. ROMEO30Tush, thou art deceived! Leave me, and do the thing I bid thee do! Hast thou no letters to me from the Friar? BALTHASARNo, my good lord. ROMEONo matter; get thee gone. 35And hire those horses. I’ll be with thee straight. Exit BALTHASAR Well, Juliet, I will lie with thee tonight. Let’s see for means. O mischief, thou art swift To enter in the thoughts of desperate men! I do remember an apothecary— 40And hereabouts he dwells—which late I noted clothes In tattered cloths with overwhelming brows, herbs Culling of °. Meager were his looks. Sharp misery had worn him to the bones. And in his needy shop a tortoise hung, 45An alligator stuffed, and other skins Of ill-shaped fishes. And about his shelves, small A ° amount of empty boxes, Green earthen pots, bladders, and musty seeds, Remnants of packthread, and old cakes of roses 50Were thinly scattered to make up a show. extreme poverty Noting this °, to myself I said, “An if a man did need a poison now— Whose sale is present death in Mantua— miserable; vile Here lives a ° wretch would sell it him.” 55O, 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 APOTHECARY60Who calls so loud? ROMEOCome hither, man. I see that thou art poor. gold coins Hold, there is forty °. Let me have small drink A ° of poison, such soon-speeding stuff As will disperse itself through all the veins 65That life-weary taker may fall dead, chest And that the ° may be discharged of breath As violently as hasty powder fired Doth hurry from the fatal cannon’s womb. APOTHECARYSuch mortal drugs I have, but Mantua’s law 70Is death to any he that utters them! ROMEOArt thou so bare and full of wretchedness And fearest to die? Famine is in thy cheeks, Need and oppression starveth in thy eyes, Contempt and beggary hangs upon thy back! 75The 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. APOTHECARYMy poverty, but not my will, consents. ROMEOI pray thy poverty and not thy will. APOTHECARY gives him the poison APOTHECARY80Put 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. ROMEOThere is thy gold: worse poison to men’s souls, Doing more murder in this loathsome world 85Than those poor compounds that thou must not sell. I sell thee poison; thou hast sold me none. Farewell, buy food, and get thyself in flesh. Exit APOTHECARY medicinal drink Come, ° and not poison, go with me To Juliet’s grave, for there must I use thee. Exit ROMEO ❖❖❖ Friar John returns to Friar Lawrence, informing him that his letter could not be delivered to Romeo due to an outbreak of sickness. Aware that Juliet will soon awake, Friar Lawrence heads to the Capulet tomb to retrieve Juliet and keep her safe until Romeo can return. Friar Lawrence’s cell in Verona: Enter FRIAR JOHN FRIAR JOHNHoly Franciscan Friar, brother, ho? Enter FRIAR LAWRENCE FRIAR LAWRENCEThis 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 JOHNanother friar 5I went to find a ° out, One of our order, to accompany me, Who was in this city visiting the sick, And, finding him, the searchers of the town Suspected that we both were in a house 10Where the infectious pestilence did reign, Sealed up the doors and would not let us forth, So that my speed to Mantua there was stayed. FRIAR LAWRENCEWho bare my letter then to Romeo?! FRIAR JOHNI could not send it—here it is again— 15Nor get a messenger to bring it thee, So fearful were they of infection. FRIAR LAWRENCEUnhappy fortune! By my Brotherhood, The letter was not nice but full of charge Of dear import, and the neglecting it 20May do much danger. Friar John, go hence, Get me an iron crow and bring it straight Unto my cell! FRIAR JOHNBrother, I’ll go and bring it thee! Exit FRIAR JOHN FRIAR LAWRENCECapulet family tomb Now must I to the ° alone. 25Within this three hours will fair Juliet wake. She will beshrew me much that Romeo Hath had no notice of these accidents. But I will write again to Mantua And keep her at my cell ‘til Romeo come. 30Poor living corpse, closed in a dead man’s Tomb. Exit FRIAR LAWRENCE ❖❖❖ Paris mourns at the Capulet tomb, but hides when he hears someone (Romeo) approaching. As he reaches the tomb, Romeo commands Balthasar to leave; Balthasar leaves but decides to linger secretly. Paris confronts Romeo as he attempts to open the tomb. They fight, and Romeo kills Paris. Romeo enters the tomb and lays Paris inside it. Approaching Juliet, Romeo grieves for her death and the luster of her still-lively beauty. He drinks the poison and dies. Friar Lawrence arrives and witnesses the scene as Juliet wakes, offering to hide her away among a convent of nuns. She refuses. Hearing guards approaching, Juliet kills herself with Romeo’s dagger. The Prince, the Capulets, and the Montagues are summoned by the guards. Friar Lawrence summarizes the events leading to this point and is corroborated by Balthasar and Romeo’s letter to his father. In remorse, lords Capulet and Montague make peace. The Churchyard, outside the Capulet Tomb, later moving within the tomb: Enter PARIS and his PAGE PARISat a distance Give me thy torch, boy. Hence, and stand °. Yet put it out, for I would not be seen. Under those young trees, lay thee all along, Holding thy ear close to the hollow ground. 5So 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 hearest something approach. Give me those flowers. Do as I bid thee; go! PAGE10I am almost afraid to stand alone Here in the churchyard, yet I will adventure. PARISSweet flower, with flowers thy bridal bed I strew— O woe, thy canopy is dust and stones! Which with sweet water nightly I will dew, 15Or, lacking that, with tears distilled by moans. The obsequies that I for thee will keep, Nightly shall be to strew thy grave and weep. The PAGE whistles The boy gives warning; something doth approach. What cursed foot wanders this way tonight, 20To cross my obsequies and true love’s right? What, with a torch? Muffle me, night, a while. Enter ROMEO and BALTHASAR ROMEOcrowbar pickaxe Give me the ° and the °. And take this letter early in the morning. See thou deliver it to my lord and father. 25Give me the light. Upon thy life I charge thee, Whatever thou hearest 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, 30But chiefly to take thence from her dead finger A precious ring, a ring that I must use, In dear employment; therefore hence, be gone. curious But if thou, °, dost return to pry, In what I farther shall intend to do, 35By 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! BALTHASAR40I will be gone, sir, and not trouble ye. ROMEOIn this thou shows me friendship. [hands BALTHASAR money] Take thou that. Live and be prosperous, and farewell, good fellow! BALTHASAR and ROMEO part BALTHASARFor all this same, I’ll hide me hereabout. His looks I fear, and his intents I doubt. ROMEOmouth 45Thou detestable °, thou womb of death, Gorged with the dearest morsel of the earth, Thus I enforce thy rotten jaws to open, spite And in °, I’ll cram thee with more food! PARISarrogant [To himself] This is that banished ° Montague 50That murdered my love’s cousin, with which grief It is supposed the fair creature died, And here is come to do some villainous shame To the dead bodies. I will apprehend him. [To ROMEO] Stop thy unhallowed toil, vile Montague! 55Can vengeance be pursued further than death? Condemned villain, I do apprehend thee! Obey and go with me, for thou must die! ROMEOI must indeed, and therefore I came hither. Good gentle youth, tempt not a desperate man, 60Fly 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, begone! By heaven, I love thee better than myself, 65For I come hither armed against myself. Stay not: be gone, live, and hereafter say, A madman’s mercy bid thee run away. PARISI do defy thy commiseration, And apprehend thee for a felon here. ROMEO70Wilt thou provoke me? Then have at thee, boy! ROMEO and PARIS fight PAGEO Lord, they fight! I will go call the Watch. Exit PAGE PARISO, I am slain! If thou be merciful, Open the tomb; lay me with Juliet. PARIS dies ROMEOexamine In faith, I will. Let me ° this face. 75Mercutio’s kinsman, noble County Paris! What said my man, when my betossèd 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? 80Or 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, slaughtered youth, 85For here lies Juliet, and her beauty makes This vault a feasting presence full of light! ROMEO arranges PARIS in the Capulet tomb Death, lie thou there, by a dead man interred. How oft when men are at the point of death Have they felt merry, which their keepers call 90A lightning before death. O, how may I Call this a lightning? O my love! My wife! Death that has sucked the honey of thy breath Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty. banner Thou art not conquered. Beauty’s ° yet 95Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, And death’s pale flag is not advanced there. Tybalt, lie you there in that bloody sheet? O, what more favor can I do to thee in half Than with that hand that cut thy youth ° cut off 100To ° his that was thine enemy? Forgive me, cousin! Ah, dear Juliet, Why are thou yet so fair? I will believe— Shall I believe—that unsubstantial Death is amorous, And that the lean abhorrèd monster keeps lover 105Thee here in dark to be his °? 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 chambermaids. O, here 110Will 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 115A dateless bargain to engrossing death! He kisses JULIET Come, bitter conduct! Come, unsavory guide! Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on The dashing rocks thy seasick weary bark! honest Here’s to my love! O ° apothecary, 120Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss, I die. ROMEO drinks the poison and dies Enter FRIAR LAWRENCE with a lantern, crowbar and a spade FRIAR LAWRENCESaint Francis be my speed! How oft tonight Have my old feet tripped on gravestones.—Who’s there? BALTHASARHere’s one, a friend, and one that knows you well. FRIAR LAWRENCEBliss be upon you! Tell me, good my friend, 125What torch is yond that vainly lends his light To grubs and eyeless skulls? As I discern, It burns in the Capulets’ monument. BALTHASARIt does so, holy sir, And there’s my master, one that you love. FRIAR LAWRENCE130Who is it? BALTHASARRomeo. FRIAR LAWRENCEHow long hath he been there? BALTHASARFull half an hour. FRIAR LAWRENCEGo with me to the vault. BALTHASAR135I 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 LAWRENCEStay then, I’ll go alone. Fear comes upon me. unfortunate 140O, much I fear some ill ° thing. BALTHASARAs I did sleep under this young tree here, I dreamt my master and another fought And that my master slew him. Exit BALTHASAR FRIAR LAWRENCERomeo! 145Alas! Alas! What blood is this which stains burial place The stony entrance of this °? What mean these masterless and gory swords To lie discolored by this place of peace? Romeo! O, pale. Who else? What, Paris too? 150And steeped in blood? Ah, what an unkind hour Is guilty of this lamentable chance? The lady stirs. JULIETO comfortable Friar! Where is my lord? I do remember well where I should be. 155And there I am. Where is my Romeo? FRIAR LAWRENCEI 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, 160Thy 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. I dare no longer stay. Exit FRIAR LAWRENCE JULIET165Go get thee hence, for I will not away. What’s here? A cup closed in my true love’s hand? Poison I see has been his timeless end! selfish person O °! Drank all and left no friendly drop To help me after? I will kiss thy lips. 170Happ’ly some poison yet doth hang on them, To make me die with a restorative. She kisses ROMEO Thy lips are warm! Enter PAGE and WATCH WATCHMAN 1Lead, boy! Which way? JULIETYea, noise? Then I’ll be brief. O happy dagger, 175This is thy sheath. There rust, and let me die. JULIET stabs herself and dies PAGEThis is the place, there where the torch doth burn. CHIEF WATCHMANThe ground is bloody! Search about the churchyard. Go, some of you; whoe’er you find, arrest. Pitiful sight! Here lies the County slain, 180And Juliet bleeding, warm, and newly dead, Who here hath lain these two days burièd. Go tell the Prince. Run to the Capulets. Raise up the Montagues. Some others search. We see the ground whereon these woes do lie, 185But the true ground of all these piteous woes decipher We cannot without circumstance °. Enter 2nd WATCHMAN escorting BALTHASAR 2nd WATCHMANHere’s Romeo’s man; we found him in the churchyard. CHIEF WATCHMANHold him in safety ‘til the Prince comes hither. Enter 3rd WATCHMAN escorting FRIAR LAWRENCE 3rd WATCHMANHere is a Friar that trembles, sighs, and weeps. 190We took this mattock and spade from him As he was coming from this churchyard’s side. CHIEF WATCHMANA great suspicion! Stay the Friar too. Enter PRINCE PRINCEWhat misadventure is so early up That calls our person from our morning rest? Enter CAPULET and LADY CAPULET CAPULET195What could it be that they so shrieked abroad? LADY CAPULETO, the people in the street cry “Romeo,” Some “Juliet,” and some “Paris,” and all run With open outcry toward our monument. PRINCEWhat fear is this which startles in our ears? CHIEF WATCHMAN200Sovereign, here lies the County Paris slain, And Romeo dead, and Juliet, dead before, Warm and new killed. PRINCESearch, seek, and know how this foul murder comes. CHIEF WATCHMANHere is a Friar, and slaughtered Romeo’s man, 205With instruments upon them fit to open These dead men’s tombs. CAPULETO heavens! O wife, look how our daughter bleeds! This dagger hath mista’en, for lo, his house Is empty on the back of Montague 210And is mis-sheathed in my daughter’s bosom. LADY CAPULETO me, this sight of death is as a bell That warns my old age to a sepulcher. Enter MONTAGUE PRINCECome, Montague, for thou art early up To see thy son and heir, now early down. MONTAGUE215Alas, my liege, my wife is dead tonight! Grief of my son’s exile hath stopped her breath. What further woe conspires against mine age? PRINCELook and thou shalt see. MONTAGUErude [To ROMEO] Oh, thou °! What manners is this hurry 220To ° before thy father to a grave? PRINCESeal up the mouth of outrage for a while, ‘Til we can clear these ambiguities source And know their °, their head, their true descent; And then will I be general of your woes 225And lead you even to death. Meantime, forebear, And let mischance be slave to patience. Bring forth the parties of suspicion. FRIAR LAWRENCEI am the greatest, able to do least, Yet most suspected as the time and place 230Doth make against me of this direful murder. And here I stand, both to impeach and purge, Myself condemned and myself excused. PRINCEThen say at once what thou dost know in this! FRIAR LAWRENCEI will be brief, for my short date of breath 235Is not so long as is this tedious tale. Romeo there, dead, was husband to that Juliet, And she, there dead, that’s Romeo’s faithful wife. I married them, and their stol’n marriage day Was Tybalt’s doomsday, whose untimely death 240Banished the new-made bridegroom from this city, For whom, and not for Tybalt, Juliet pined. You, to remove that siege of grief from her by force Betrothed and would have married her ° To County Paris. Then comes she to me, 245And with wild looks bid me devise some means To rid her from this second marriage, Or in my cell there would she kill herself. Then gave I her, so tutored by my art, A sleeping potion, which so took effect, 250As I intended, for it wrought on her The form of death. Meantime I wrote to Romeo That he should hither come as this dire night To help to take her from the borrowed grave Being the time the potion’s force should cease. 255But he which bore my letter, Friar John, Was stayed by accident, and yesternight Returned my letter back. Then all alone At the prefixed hour of her waking Came I to take her from her kindred’s vault, 260Meaning to keep her closely at my cell, ‘Til I conveniently could send to Romeo. But when I came some minute ere the time Of her awakening, here untimely lay The noble Paris, and true Romeo, dead. 265She 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. 270All 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 rigor of severest law. PRINCEWe still have known thee for a holy man. 275Where’s Romeo’s man? What can he say to this? BALTHASARI brought my master news of Juliet’s death, by horseback And then ° he came from Mantua, To this same place, to this same monument. This letter he early bid me give his father, 280And threatened me with death, going in the vault, If I departed not, and left him there. PRINCEGive me the letter; I will look on it. Where is the County’s page that raised the Watch? Sirrah, what made your master in this place? PAGE285He came with flowers to strew his lady’s grave, And bid me stand aloof, and so I did. Anon comes one with light to open the tomb, And, by and by, my master drew on him, And then I ran away to call the Watch. PRINCE290[reading letter] 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 Of a poor apothecary, and there with it Came to this vault to die and lie with Juliet. 295Where 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 punished. CAPULET300O brother Montague, give me thy hand. dowry This is my daughter’s °, for no more Can I demand. MONTAGUEBut I can give thee more, For I will raise her statue in pure gold 305That whiles Verona by that name is known, praised There shall be no figure at such rate be ° As that of true and faithful Juliet. CAPULETAs rich shall Romeo’s by his lady’s lie, Poor sacrifices for our enmity. PRINCE310A glooming peace this morning with it brings. The sun for sorrow shall not show his head. Go hence to have more talk of these sad things. Some shall be pardoned, and some punishèd. For never was a story of more woe 315Than this of Juliet and her Romeo. Exit all accident, or failed attempt |