Rom. Is it even so? then I defy you, stars!Thou know'st my lodging: get me ink and paper, And hire post-horses; I will hence to-night. Bal. Pardon me, sir, I will not leave you thus: Your looks are pale and wild, and do import Some misadventure. Rom. Tush, thou art deceiv'd; Leave me, and do the thing I bid thee do: Rom. No matter: Get thee gone, And hire those horses; I'll be with thee straight. Well, Juliet, I will lie with thee to night. O, this same thought did but fore-run my need; Being holiday, the beggar's shop is shut.- Enter Apothecary. Ap. Who calls so loud? Rom. Come hither, man.-I see, that thou art poor; Hold, there is forty ducats: let me have A dram of poison; such soon-speeding geer Doth hurry from the fatal cannon's womb. Ap. Such mortal drugs I have; but Mantua's law Is death to any he, that utters them. Rom. Art thou so bare, and full of wretchedness, The world is not thy friend, nor the world's law: Ap. My poverty, but not my will, consents, Rom. There is thy gold; worse poison to men's souls, Doing more murders in this loathsome world, Than these poor compounds, that thou may'st not sell: I sell thee poison, thou hast sold me none. SCENE II.-Friar LAURENCE's Cell. Enter Friar JOHN. John. Holy Franciscan friar! brother, ho! Enter Friar LAURENCE. [Exeunt. Lau. This same should be the voice of friar John.Welcome from Mantua: What says Romeo? Or, if his mind be writ, give me his letter. John. Going to find a bare-foot brother out, One of our order, to associate me, Here in this city visiting the sick, And finding him, the searchers of the town, Lau. Who bare my letter then to Romeo? Lau. Unhappy fortune! by my brotherhood, Unto my cell. John. Brother, I'll go and bring it thee. She will beshrew me much, that Romeo And keep her at my cell till Romeo come; [Exit. Poor living corse, clos'd in a dead man's tomb! [Exit. SCENE III.-A Church-yard; in it, a monument belonging to the CAPUlets. Enter PARIS, and his Page, bearing Flowers and a torch. Par. Give me thy torch, boy: Hence, and stand aloof; Yet put it out, for I would not be seen. Page. I am almost afraid to stand alone Here in the churchyard; yet I will adventure. [Retires. Par. Sweet flower, with flowers I strew thy bridal bed: Sweet tomb, that in thy circuit dost contain The perfect model of eternity; Fair Juliet, that with angels dost remain, Accept this latest favour at my hands; That living honour'd thee, and, being dead, [The boy whistles. The boy gives warning, something doth approach. What cursed foot wanders this way to-night, To cross my obsequies, and true love's rites? What, with a torch !---muffle me, night, a while. [Retires. Enter ROMEO and BALTHASAR with a torch, mattock, &c. But, chiefly, to take thence from her dead finger In dear employment: therefore hence, be gone :--- And strew this hungry churchyard with thy limbs : More fierce, and more inexorable far, Than empty tigers, or the roaring sea. Bal. I will be gone, sir, and not trouble you. Rom. So shalt thou show me friendship.-Take thou that: |