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 LAWRENCE.

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 LAWRENCE.

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. 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!
FIRST WATCH.

[Within.] Lead, boy. Which way?
JULIET.

Yea, noise? Then I’ll be brief. O happy dagger.


 [Snatching Romeo’s

dagger.]
This is thy sheath. [stabs herself] There rest, and let me die.
 [Falls on Romeo’s

body and dies.]
 Enter Watch with the

Page of Paris.
PAGE.

This is the place. There, where the torch doth burn.


FIRST WATCH.