Death, lie thou there, by a dead man interr'd. What mean these masterless and gory swords [Laying PARIS in the Monument. To lie discolour'd by this place of peace? How oft when men are at the point of death [Enters the Monument. Have they been merry? which their keepers | Romeo! O, pale !-Who else? what, Paris, too? [hour And steep'd in blood?-Ah, what an unkiad Is guilty of this lamentable chance!The lady stirs. [JULIET wakes and stirs. Jul. Ó, comfortable friar! where is my lord? I do remember well where I should be, And there I am:-Where is my Romeo?

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!
[Snatching ROMEO's Dagger.
Here's to my love!-[Drinks. ] O, true apothe- This is thy sheath; [Stubs herself.] there rust,

Enter CAPULET, Lady CAPULET, and others.

Cap. What should it be, that they so shriek

abroad?

You-to remove that siege of grief from
her,-
Betroth'd, and would have married her per
force,

La. Cap. The people in the street cry-To county Paris:-Then comes she to me;

Romeo,
Some-Juliet, and some-Paris; and all run,
With open outcry toward our monument.
Prince. What fear is this, which startles in

our ears?

1 Watch. Sovereign, here lies the county
Paris slain;

And Romeo dead; and Juliet, dead before,
Warm and new kill'd.

Prince. Search, seek, and know how this
foul murder comes.

1 Watch. Here is a friar, and slaughter'd
Romeo's man;

With instruments upon them, fit to open
These dead men's tombs.

Cap. O, heavens!-O, wife! look how our
daughter bleeds!

This dagger hath mista'en,-for lo! his house*
Is empty on the back of Montague,-
And is mis-sheathed in my daughter's bosom.
La. Cap. O me! this sight of death is as a
bell,

That warns my old age to a sepulchre.

breath:

What further woe conspires against mine age?
Prince. Look, and thou shalt see.

Mon. O thou untaught! what manners is in
this,

To press before thy father to a grave?

Prince. Seal up the mouth of outrage for a
while,

"Till we can clear these ambiguities,
And know their spring, their head, their true
descent;

And then will I be general of your woes,
And lead you even to death: Meantime for-
bear,

And let mischance be slave to patience.-
Bring forth the parties of suspicion.

Fri. I am the greatest, able to do least,
Yet most suspected, as the time and place

And, 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 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 Ro-
meo,

That he should hither come as this dire night,
To help to take her from her borrow'd grave,
Being the time the potion's force should

cease.

But he which bore my letter, friar John,
Was staid by accident; and yesternight
Return'd my letter back: Then all alone,
At the prefixed hour of her waking,
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, (some minute ere the time
Of her awakening,) here untimely lay
The noble Paris, and true Romeo, dead.
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

watch?

Doth make against me, of this direful mur-Sirrah, what made your master in this place?

der;

And here I stand, both to impeach and purge
Myself condemned and myself accus'd.
Prince. Then say at once what thou dost
know in this.

Fri. I will be brief, for my short date of

breath

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, by and by, my master drew on him;
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
Of a poor 'pothecary, and therewithal

Came to this vault to die, and lie with Ju-
liet.-

Where be these enemies? Capulet! Menta-
gue!-

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 tog

* Beat.

HAMLET, PRINCE OF DENMARK.

PERSONS REPRESENTED.

HAMLET, Son to the former King, and Nephew REYNALDO, Servant to Polonius.

Had made his course to illume that part of [heaven Where now it burns, Marcellus, and myself,

Fran. I think, I hear them.-Stand, ho! Who The bell then beating one,

Hor. Most like:-it harrows me with fear, (As it doth well appear unto our state,)

and wonder.

Ber. It would be spoke to.
Mar. Speak to it, Horatio.

Hor. What art thou, that usurp'st this time
of night,

Together with that fair and warlike form
In which the majesty of buried Denmark
Did sometimes march? by heaven I charge
thee, speak.

Mar. It is offended.

Ber. See! it stalks away.

Hor. Stay; speak: speak I charge thee,
speak.
[Exit GHOST.
Mar. "Tis gone, and will not answer.
Ber. How, now, Horatio? you tremble, and
look pale:

s not this something more than fantasy? What think you of it?

Hor. Before my God, I might not this believe, Without the sensible and true avouch

Of mine own eyes.

Mar. Is it not like the king?

Hor. As thou art to thyself:

Such was the very armour he had on,
When he the ambitious Norway combated;
So frown'd he once, when, in angry parle,t
He smote the sledded; Polack on the ice.
'Tis strange.

Mar. Thus, twice before, and jump at this
dead hour,

With martial stalk hath he gone by our watch.
Hor. In what particular thought to work,
know not;

But, in the gross and scope of mine opinion,
This bodes some strange eruption to our state.
Mar. Good now, sit down, and tell me, he
that knows,

Why this same strict and most observant watch
So nightly toils the subject of the land;
And why such daily cast of brazen cannon,
And foreign mart for implements of war;
Why such impress of shipwrights, whose sore

task

Does not divide the Sunday from the week:
What might be toward, that this sweaty haste
Doth make the night joint-labourer with the
Who is't, that can inform me?
[day;

Hor. That can I;

But to recover of us, by strong hand,
And terms compulsatory, those 'foresaid lands
So by his father lost: And this, I take it,
Is the main motive of our preparations;
The source of this our watch; and the chiet

head

Of this, post-haste and romage* in the land.
[Ber. I think, it be no other, but even so:
Well may it sort,+ that this portentous figure
Comes armed through our watch; so like the
king

That was, and is, the question of these wars.
Hor. A mote it is, to trouble the mind's eve.
In the most high and palmy state of Rome,
A little ere the mightiest Julius fell, [dead
The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted
Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets.

As, stars with trains of fire and dews of blood,
Disasters in the sun; and the moist star,
Upon whose influence Neptune's empire
stands,

Was sick almost to doomsday with eclipse.
And even the like precurse of fierce events,-
As harbingers preceding still the fates,
And prologue to the omen|| coming on,
Have heaven and earth together demonstrated
Unto our climatures and countrymen.-]

Re-enter GHOST.

But, soft; behold! lo, where it comes again!
I'll cross it, though it blast me.-Stay, iliu-
sion!

If thou hast any sound, or use of voice,
speak to me:

If there be any good thing to be done,
That may to thee do ease, and grace to me,
Speak to me:

If thou art privy to thy country's fate,
Which, happily, foreknowing, may avoid,
O, speak!

Or, if thou hast uphoarded in thy life
Extorted treasure in the womb of earth,
For which, they say, you spirits oft walk in
[Cock crows.
Speak of it :-stay, and speak.-Stop it, Mar-

death,

cellus.

Mar. Shall I strike at it with my partizan?
Hor. Do, if it will not stand.
Ber. "Tis here!
Hor. 'Tis here!

Mar. 'Tis gone!

[Exit GHOST.

We do it wrong, being so majestical,
To offer it the show of violence;
For it is, as the air, invulnerable,
And our vain blows malicious mockery.
Ber. It was about to speak, when the cock

crew.

At least, the whisper goes so. Our last king,
Whose image even but now appear'd to us,
Was, as you know, by Fortinbras of Norway,
Thereto prick'd on by a most emulate pride,
Dar'd to the combat; in which our valiant
Hamlet
[him,)
(For so this side of our known world esteem'd
Did slay this Fortinbras; who, by a seal'd com-
Well ratified by law and heraldry, [páct,
Did forfeit, with his life, all those his lands,
Which he stood seiz'd of, to the conqueror:
Against the which, a moiety competent
Hor. And then it started like a guilty thing
Was gaged by our king; which had return'd
Upon a fearful summons. I have heard,
To the inheritance of Fortinbras,
The cock, that is the trumpet of the morn,
[mart,¶
Had he been vanquisher; as, by the same co-
Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat
And carriage of the article design'd,"
Awake the god of day; and, at his warning.
His fell to Hamlet: Now, Sir, young Fortin-Whether in sea or fire, in earth or air,
Of unimproved mettle hot and full,tt [bras,
Hath in the skirts of Norway, here and there,
Shark'd up a list of landless resolutes,
For food and diet, to some enterprise
That hath a stomach in't: which is no other

1 Sledge. Joint bargain.

11 Picked.

**The covenant to confirm that bargain. ++ Full of spirit without experience.

Resolution.