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your last!

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! 0, pale !_Who else? what, Paris, call


[hour A lightning before death: 0, how may I And steep'd in blood ?-Ah, what an unkian Call this a lightning?-O, my love! my wife! Is guilty of this lamentable chance! Death that hath suck'd the honey of thy The lady stirs. [JULIkt wakes and stars. breath,

Jul. O, comfortable friar! where is my lord? Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty: I do remember well where I should be, Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's ensign yet And there I am :-Where is my Romeo? Is crimson in thy lips, and in thy cheeks,

[Noise with And death's pale flag is not advanced there.- Fri. I hear some noise.- Lady, come fron Tybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody sheet?

that nest O, what more favour can I do to thee,

Of death, contagion, and unnatural sleep; Than with that hand that cut thy youth in A greater power than we can contradict twain,

Hath thwarted our intents; come, come away: To sunder his that was thine enemy?

Thy husband in thy bosom there lies dead; Forgive me, cousin !-Ah dear Juliet,

And Paris too, come, I'll dispose of thee
Why art thou yet so fair? Shall I believe Among a sisterhood of holy nuns:
That unsubstantial Death is amorous;

Stay not to question, for the watch is comint: And that the lean abhorred monster keeps Come, go, good Juliet,-[Noise again.] I dare Thee here in dark to be his paramour?

stay no longer.

[Erit. For fear of that, I will still stay with thee; Jul. Go, get thee hence, for I will not And never from this palace of dim night


[hand? Depart again; here, here will I remain What's here? a cup, clos'd in my true love's With worms that are thy chambermaids; 0, Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end :Will I set up my everlasting rest; [here O churl! drink all; and leave no friendly drop, And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars To help me after?-I will kiss thy lips; From this world-wearied filesh.-Eyes, look Haply, some poison yet doth hang on them,

To make me die with a restorative. (Kisses kin. Arms, take your last embrace! and lips, O you Thy lips are warm! The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss 1 Watch. [Within.] Lead, boy:- Which A dateless bargain to engrossing death ?

way? Come, bitter conduct,* come, unsavoury guide! Jul. Yea, noise ?-then I'll be brief.-0 Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on

happy dagger! The dashing rocks thy sea-sick weary bark!

(Snatching Romeo's Dagger. Here's to my love!—[Drinks.] 0, true apothe- This is thy sheath; (Stubs herself.] there rust, cary!

and let me die. Thy drugs are quick.—Thus with a kiss I die.

[Falls on Ron bo's Body, and dies. [Dies.

Enter Watch, with the Page of PARIS. Enter at the other end of the Church-Yard, Friar

Page. This is the place; there, where the LAURENCE, with a Lantern, Crow, and Spade.

torch doth burn. Fri. Saint Francis be my speed! how oft to- 1 Watch. The ground is bloody; Search about night


the church-yard : Have my old feet stumbled at graves ?-'Who's Go, some of you, whoe'er you find, attach. Who is it that consorts, so late, the dead?

[Exeunt sore. Bal. Here's one, a friend, and one that knows Pitiful sight! here lies the county slain ;you well.

And Juliet bleeding; warm, and newly dead, Fri. Bliss be upon you! Tell me, good my Who here hath lain these two days buried. friend,

Go, tell the prince,-run to the Capulets,What torch is yond', that vainly lends his light Raise the Montagues,--some others To grubs and eyeless sculls? as I discern,

search ;- [Exeunt other WATCHMEN, It burneth in the Capels' monument.

We see the ground whereon these woes do lie; Bal. It doth so, holy Sir; and there's my But the true ground of all these piteous woes, One that you love.

(master, We cannot without circumstance descry. Fri. Who is it? Bal. Romeo.

Enter some of the Watch, with BALTHASAR. Fri. How long hath he been there?

2 Watch. Here's Romeo's man, we found him Bal. Full half an hour.

in the church-yard. Fri. Go with me to the vault.

1 Watch. Hold him in safety, till the prince Bal, I dare not, Sir:

come hither. My master knows not, but I am gone hence; And fearfully did menace me with death,

Enter another WATCHMAN, with Friar If I did stay to look on his intents.

LAURENCE. Fri Stay then, I'll go alone;-Fear comes

3 Watch. Here is a friar, that trembles, 0, much I tear some ill unlucky thing.

sighs, and weeps : Bal. As I did sleep under this yew-tree here, As he was coming from this church-yard side.

We took this mattock and this spade from him, I dreamt my master and another fought, And that my nasler slew him.

1 Watch. A great suspicion; Stay the triar

too. Fri, Romeo ?

[Advances. Alack, alack, what blood is this, which stains

Enter the PRINCE and Attendants. The stony entrance of this sepulchre ?

Prince. What misadventure is so early up • Conductor.

That calls our person from one morning's rest!



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Enter Capulet, Lady CAPULET, and others. | You-to remove that siege of grief from

her,Cap. What should it be, that they so shriek Betroth'd, and would have married her per abroad?

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

And, with wild looks, bid me devise some
Some-Juliet, and some-Paris; and all run,
With open outcry toward our monument. To rid her from this second marriage,
Prince. What fear is this, which startles in Or, in my cell there would she kill herself.
our ears?

Then gave I her, so tutor'd by my art,
1 Watch. Sovereign, here lies the county A sleeping potion; which so took effect
Paris slain;

As I intended, for it wrought on her
And Romeo dead ; and Juliet, dead before, The form of death : meantime I writ to Ro.
Warm and new kill'd.

Prince. Search, seek, and know how this That he should hither come as this dire night,
foul murder comes.

To help to take her from her borrow'd grave, 1 Watch. Here is a friar, and slaughter'd Being the time the potion's force should Romeo's man;

cease. With instruments upon them, fit to open But he which bore my letter, friar John, These dead men's tombs.

Was staid by accident; and yesternight Cap. O, heaveng!-0, wife! look how our Return'd my letter back: Then all alone, daughter bleeds!

At the prefixed hour of her waking,
This dagger hath mista'en,-for lo! his house* Came I' to take her from her kindred's vault;
Is empty on the back of Montague,

Meaning to keep her closely at my cell,
And is mis-sheathed in my daughter's bosom. Till I conveniently could send to Romeo:
La. Cap. O me! this sight of death is as a But, when I came, (some minute ere the time

Of her awakening,) here untimely lay
That warns my old age to a sepulchre. The noble Paris, and true Romeo, dead.

She wakes; and' I entreated her come forth, Enter Montague and others.

And bear this work of heaven with patience:

But then a noise did scare me from the tomb; Prince. Come, Montague; for thou art early And she, too desperate, would not go with up,

me, To see thy son and heir more early down.

But (as it seems,) did violence on herself. Mon. Alas, my liege, my wife is dead to- All this I know; and to the marriage pight;

Her nurse is privy: And, if aught in this Grief of my son's exíle hath stopp'd her Miscarried by my fault, let my old life breaih:

Be sacrific'd, some hour before his time,
What further woe conspires against mine age? Unto the rigour of severest law.
Prince. Look, and thou shalt see.

Prince. We still have known thee for a holy
Mon. () thou untaught! what manners is in

Where's Romeo's man? what can he say in To press before thy father to a grave?

this? Prince. Seal up the mouth of outrage for a Bal. I brought my master news of Juliet's while,

death; "Till we can clear these ambiguities,

And then in post he came from Mantua, And know their spring, their head, their true To this same place, to this same monument. descent;

This letter he early bid me give his father;
And then will I be general of your woes,
And lead you even to death : Meantime for. And threaten’d me with death, going in the

And let mischance be slave to patience.-

If I departed not, and left him there.

Prince. Give me the letter, I will look on Bring forth the parties of suspicion.

it.Fri. I am the greatest, able to do least,

Where is the county's page, that rais’d the Yet most suspected, as the time and place

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

Page. He came with flowers to strew his And here I stand, both to impeach and purge

lady's grave; Myself condemned and myself accus'd. And bid me stand aloof, and so I did: Prince. Then say at once what thou dost Anon, comes one with light to ope the tomb; know in this.

And, by and by, my master drew on him; Fri. I will be brief, for my short date of And then I ran away to call the watch. breath

Prince. This letter doth make good the Is not so long as is a tedious tale.

friar's words, Romeo, there dead, was husband to that Ju. Their course of love, the tidings of her death : liet;

And here he writes—that he did buy a poison And she, there dead, that Romeo's faithful Of a poor 'pothecary, and therewithal wife:

Came to this vault to die, and lie with Ju. I married them; and their stolen-marriage

liet. day

W'here be these enemies ? Capulet! MeataWas Tybalt's doomsday, whose untimely

gue! death

See, what a scourge is laid upon your hate, Banish'd the new-made bridegroom from this That heaven finds means to kill your joys city;

with love! Por whom, and not for Tybalt, Juliet pin'd.

And I, for winking at your discords tor


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Have lost a brace of kinsnien:*-all are pun. Cap. As rich shall Romeo by his lady lie; ish'd.

Poor sacrifices of our enmity! Cap. O, brother Montague, give me thy Prince. A glooming peace this morning with hand :

it brings; This is my daughter's jointure, for no more The sun for sorrow will not show his head: Can I demand.

Go hence, to have more talk of these sad Mon. But I can give thee more:

things; For I will raise her statue in pure gold :

Some shall be pardon'd, and some pun. That, while Verona by that name is known,

ished: There shall no figure at such rate be set, For never was a story of more woe, As that of true and faithful Juliet.

Than this of Juliet and her Romeo. * Mercutio and l’aris.





CLAUDICS, King of Denmark.

FRANCISCO, a Soldier. HAMLET, Son to the former King, and Nephew REYNALDO, Servant to Polonius. to the present King.


Ghost of Hamlet's Father.
Horatio, Friend to Hamlet.

FORTINBRAS, Prince of Norway.
LAERTES, Son to Polonius.

GERTRUDE, Queen of Denmark, and Mother CORNELIUS,

of Hamlet.

OPHELIA, Daughter of Polonius.
OSRIC, a Courtier.

Lords, Ladies, Officers, Soldiers, Players, Another COURTIER.

Grave-diggers, Sailors, Messengers, A PRJEST.

and other Attendants. MARCELLUS, BERNARDO,

SCENE, Elsinore.



Ber. Say.

What, is Horatio there? SCENE 1.- Elsinore.- A Platform before the Hor. A piece of him. Castle.

Ber. Welcome, Horatio; welcome, good

FRANCISCO on his Post.- Enter to him

Hor. What, has this thing appear'd again

to-night? Ber. Who's there?

Ber. I have seen nothing. Fran. Nay, answer me: stand, and unfold

Mar. Horatio says, 'tis but our fantasy ; Yourself.

And will not let belief take hold of him, Ber. Long live the king!

Touching this dreaded sight, twice seen of us; Fran. Bernardo ?

Therefore I have entreated bim along, Ber. He.

With us to watch the minutes of this night; Frun. You come most carefully upon your That, if again this apparition come, hour.

He may approve our eyes, and speak to it. Ber. "Tis now struck twelve; get thee to Hor. Tush! tush ! 'twill not appear. bed, Francisco.

Ber. Sit down awhile; Frun. For this relief, much thanks: 'tis bit. And let us once again assail your ears, ter cold,

That are so fortified against our story, And I am sick at heart.

What we two nights have seen. Ber. Have you had quiet guard?

Hor. Well, sit we down, Fran. Not a mouse stirring.

And let us hear Bernardo speak of this. Ber. Well, good night.

Ber. Last night of all, If you do meet Horatio and Marcellus,

When yon same star, that's westward from The rivals* of my watch, bid them make haste.

the pole,

[heaven Enter Horatio and MARCELLUS.

Flad made his course to illume that part of

Where now it burns, Marcellus, and inyself, Fran. I think, I hear them.-Stand, ho! Who The bell then beating one, is there?

Mar. Peace, break thee off; look, where it Hor. Friends to this ground.

conies again! Mar. And liegemen to the Dane. Fran. Give you good pight.

Enter GHOST. Mar. O, farewell, honest soldier:

Ber. In the same figure like the king that's Who hath reliev'd you ?

dead. Fran. Bernardo bath my place.

Mar. Thou art a scholar, speak to it, Horatio. Give you good night. [Exit FRANCISCO. Ber. Looks it not like the king ? mark ii, Mar. Holla! Bernardo!


* Partners.

• Make good or establisha

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

But to recover of us, by strong hand, Ber. It would be spoke to.

And terms compulsatory, those 'foresaid lands Har. Speak to it, Horatio.

So by his father lost: And this, I take it, Hor. What art thou, that usurp'st this time Is the main motive of our preparations ; of night,

The source of this our watch; and the chiet Together with that fair and warlike form

head In which the majesty of buried Denmark Of this, post-haste and romage* in the land. Did sometimes march? by heaven I charge [Ber. I think, it be no other, but even so : thee, speak.

W'ell may it sort,t that this portentous figure Mar. It is offended.

Comes armed through our watch; so like the Ber. See! it stalks away.

king Hor. Stay; speak: speak I charge thee, That was, and is, the question of these wars. speak.

[Exit GHOST Hor. A mote it is, to trouble the mind's ere. Mar. 'Tis gone, and will not answer. In the most high and palmy, state of Rome, Ber. How, now, Horatio ? you tremble, and A little are the mightiest Julius fell, (dead look pale:

The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeird as not this something more than fantasy? Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets. What think you of it?

Hor. Before my God, I might not this believe, | As, stars with trains of fire and dews of blood. Without the sensible and true avouch

Disasters in the sun; and the moist star, Of mine own eyes.

Upon whose intluence Neptune's empire Mar. Is it not like the king?

stands, Hor. As thou art to thyself:

Was sick almost to doomsday with eclipse. Such was the very armour he had on,

And even the like precurse of fierce events,When he the ambitious Norway combated; As harbingers preceding still the lates, So frown'd he once, when, in angry parle,t And prologue to the omen|| coming on, He smote the sleddedt Polackö on the ice. Have heaven and earth together demonstrated "Tis strange.

Unto our climatures and countrymen.-1 Mar. Thus, twice before, and jump|l at this dead bour,

Re-enter Ghost. With martial stalk' hath he gone by our watch. Hor. In what particular thought to work, i But, soft; behold! lo, where it comes again! know not;

I'll cross it, though it blast me.-Stay, illo

sion! But, in the gross and scope of mine opinion, This bodes some strange eruption to our state. If thou hast any sound, or use of voice, Mar. Good now, sit down, and tell me, he Speak to me: that knows,

If there be any good thing to be done, Why this same strict and most observant watch That may to thee do ease, and grace to me, So nightly toils the subject of the land;

Speak to me: And why such daily cast of brazen cannon,

If thou art privy to thy country's fate, And foreign mart for implements of war;

Which, happily, foreknowing, may avoid, Why such impress of shipwrights, whose sore Or, if thou hast uphoarded in thy life

0, speak! task

Extorted treasure in the womb of earth, Does not divide the Sunday from the week : What might be toward, that this sweaty haste For which, they say, you spirits oft walk is Doth make the night joint-labourer with the


(Cock criars. Who is't, that can inform me?


Speak of it :-stay, and speak.-Siop it, Diar. Hor. That can I;

cellus. At least, the whisper goes so.

Our last king,

Mar. Shall I strike at it with my partizan ? Whose image even but now appear’d to us,

Hor. Do, if it will not stand.

Ber. "Tis here!
Was, as you know, by Fortinbras of Norway,

Hor. 'Tis here!
Thereto prick'd on by a most emulate pride,
Dar'd to the combat; in which our valiant

Mar. 'Tis gone!

[Exit Ghost. Hamlet


We do it wrong, being so majestical, (For so this side of our known world esteem' To offer it the show of violence; Did slay this Fortinbras; who, by a seald com

For it is, as the air, invulnerable, Well ratified by law and heraldry, (páct,

And our vain blows malicious mockery. Did forfeit, with his life, all those his lands,

Ber. It was about to speak, when the cock 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, (inart, 1

The cock, that is the trumpet of the morn, Had be 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, vonng Fortin-Whether in sea or fire, in earth or air, Of unimproved mettle hot and full,tt [bras,

The extravagant and erringf spirit hies Hath in the skirts of Norway, here and there, To his confine: and of the truth lerein Shark'dit up a list of landless resolutes,

This present object made probation.** For food and diet, to some enterprise

Mar. It faded on the crowing of the cock. That hath a stomachşg in't: which is no other Some say, that ever ’gainst that season comes

Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, * Conquers. + Dispute.

1 Sledge.

This bird of dawning singeth all night long: Polander, an inhabitant of Poland.

And then they say no spirit dares sur abrvad; || Just.

| Joint bargain. ** The covenant to confirm that bargain.

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+ Suit. + Victorious ++ Full of spirit without experience.

M Event f Wandering Resolution.

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11 Picked,

The moon. ** Proof.

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