Romeo and Juliet: Act 5, Scene 3


           Enter PARIS and his PAGE
           [bearing flowers, perfumed water,
           and a torch

  1   Give me thy torch, boy: hence, and stand aloof.
  2   Yet put it out, for I would not be seen.
  3   Under yond yew trees lay thee all along,
  4   Holding thine ear close to the hollow ground;
  5   So shall no foot upon the churchyard tread,
  6   Being loose, unfirm, with digging up of graves,
  7   But thou shalt hear it: whistle then to me,
  8   As signal that thou hear'st something approach.
  9   Give me those flowers. Do as I bid thee, go.

      PAGE  [Aside.]
 10   I am almost afraid to stand alone
 11   Here in the churchyard; yet I will adventure.


 12   Sweet flower, with flowers thy bridal bed I strew,—
 13   O woe! thy canopy is dust and stones;—
 14   Which with sweet water nightly I will dew,
 15   Or, wanting that, with tears distill'd by moans.
 16   The obsequies that I for thee will keep
 17   Nightly shall be to strew thy grave and weep.

           Whistle Boy.

 18   The boy gives warning something doth approach.
 19   What cursed foot wanders this way to-night,
 20   To cross my obsequies and true love's rite?
 21   What, with a torch! muffle me, night, awhile.


           Enter Romeo and [BALTHASAR,
           with a torch, a mattock, and a crow of iron].

 22   Give me that mattock and the wrenching iron.

           [Takes the tools.]

 23   Hold, take this letter; early in the morning
 24   See thou deliver it to my lord and father.

           [Gives a letter and takes the torch.]

 25   Give me the light. Upon thy life, I charge thee,
 26   Whate'er thou hear'st or seest, stand all aloof,
 27   And do not interrupt me in my course.
 28   Why I descend into this bed of death,
 29   Is partly to behold my lady's face;
 30   But chiefly to take thence from her dead finger
 31   A precious ring — a ring that I must use
 32   In dear employment — therefore hence, be gone.
 33   But if thou, jealous, dost return to pry
 34   In what I further shall intend to do,
 35   By heaven, I will tear thee joint by joint
 36   And strew this hungry churchyard with thy limbs:
 37   The time and my intents are savage-wild,
 38   More fierce and more inexorable far
 39   Than empty tigers or the roaring sea.

 40   I will be gone, sir, and not trouble you.

 41   So shalt thou show me friendship. Take thou that:

           [Gives him money.]

 42   Live, and be prosperous: and farewell, good fellow.

      BALTHASAR  [Aside.]
 43   For all this same, I'll hide me hereabout:
 44   His looks I fear, and his intents I doubt.


 45   Thou detestable maw, thou womb of death,
 46   Gorged with the dearest morsel of the earth,
 47   Thus I enforce thy rotten jaws to open,
 48   And, in despite, I'll cram thee with more food!

           [Opens the tomb.]

 49   This is that banish'd haughty Montague,
 50   That murder'd my love's cousin, with which grief,
 51   It is supposed, the fair creature died;
 52   And here is come to do some villanous shame
 53   To the dead bodies. I will apprehend him.

           [Comes forward.]

 54   Stop thy unhallow'd toil, vile Montague!
 55   Can vengeance be pursued further than death?
 56   Condemned villain, I do apprehend thee:
 57   Obey, and go with me; for thou must die.

 58   I must indeed; and therefore came I hither.
 59   Good gentle youth, tempt not a desperate man;
 60   Fly hence, and leave me. Think upon these gone;
 61   Let them affright thee. I beseech thee, youth,
 62   Put not another sin upon my head,
 63   By urging me to fury. O, be gone!
 64   By heaven, I love thee better than myself;
 65   For I come hither arm'd against myself.
 66   Stay not, be gone; live, and hereafter say,
 67   A madman's mercy bade thee run away.

 68   I do defy thy conjuration,
 69   And apprehend thee for a felon here.

 70   Wilt thou provoke me? then have at thee, boy!

           [They fight.]

 71   O Lord, they fight! I will go call the watch.


 72   O, I am slain! [Falls.] If thou be merciful,
 73   Open the tomb, lay me with Juliet.


 74   In faith, I will. Let me peruse this face.
 75   Mercutio's kinsman, noble County Paris!
 76   What said my man, when my betossed soul
 77   Did not attend him as we rode? I think
 78   He told me Paris should have married Juliet:
 79   Said he not so? or did I dream it so?
 80   Or am I mad, hearing him talk of Juliet,
 81   To think it was so? O, give me thy hand,
 82   One writ with me in sour misfortune's book!
 83   I'll bury thee in a triumphant grave;
 84   A grave? O no! a lantern, slaughter'd youth,
 85   For here lies Juliet, and her beauty makes
 86   This vault a feasting presence full of light.
 87   Death, lie thou there, by a dead man interr'd.

           [Laying PARIS in the tomb.]

 88   How oft when men are at the point of death
 89   Have they been merry! which their keepers call
 90   A lightning before death: O, how may I
 91   Call this a lightning? O my love! my wife!
 92   Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath,
 93   Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty:
 94   Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's ensign yet
 95   Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks,
 96   And death's pale flag is not advanced there.
 97   Tybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody sheet?
 98   O, what more favor can I do to thee,
 99   Than with that hand that cut thy youth in twain
100   To sunder his that was thine enemy?
101   Forgive me, cousin! Ah, dear Juliet,
102   Why art thou yet so fair? shall I believe
103   That unsubstantial death is amorous,
104   And that the lean abhorred monster keeps
105   Thee here in dark to be his paramour?
106   For fear of that, I still will stay with thee;
107   And never from this palace of dim night
108   Depart again. Here, here will I remain
109   With worms that are thy chamber-maids; O, here
110   Will I set up my everlasting rest,
111   And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars
112   From this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last!
113   Arms, take your last embrace! and, lips, O you
114   The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss
115   A dateless bargain to engrossing death!

           [Kisses Juliet. Takes out the cup of poison.]

116   Come, bitter conduct, come, unsavoury guide!
117   Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on
118   The dashing rocks thy sea-sick weary bark!
119   Here's to my love!

119                                           O true apothecary!
120   Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die.


           Enter FRIAR [LAURENCE] with a lanthorn,
           crow, and spade.

121   Saint Francis be my speed! how oft to-night
122   Have my old feet stumbled at graves! Who's there?

123   Here's one, a friend, and one that knows you well.

124   Bliss be upon you! Tell me, good my friend,
125   What torch is yond, that vainly lends his light
126   To grubs and eyeless skulls? as I discern,
127   It burneth in the Capel's monument.

128   It doth so, holy sir; and there's my master,
129   One that you love.

129                                Who is it?

129                                                  Romeo.

130   How long hath he been there?

130                                                    Full half an hour.

131   Go with me to the vault.

131                                          I dare not, sir
132   My master knows not but I am gone hence;
133   And fearfully did menace me with death,
134   If I did stay to look on his intents.

135   Stay, then; I'll go alone. Fear comes upon me:
136   O, much I fear some ill unthrifty thing.

137   As I did sleep under this yew-tree here,
138   I dreamt my master and another fought,
139   And that my master slew him.

139                                                    Romeo!

           [Advances to the tomb.]

140   Alack, alack, what blood is this, which stains
141   The stony entrance of this sepulchre?
142   What mean these masterless and gory swords
143   To lie discolour'd by this place of peace?

           [Enters the tomb.]

144   Romeo! O, pale! Who else? what, Paris too?
145   And steep'd in blood? Ah, what an unkind hour
146   Is guilty of this lamentable chance!
147   The lady stirs.

           [JULIET wakes.]

148   O comfortable friar, where is my lord?
149   I do remember well where I should be,
150   And there I am. Where is my Romeo?

           [Noise within.]

151   I hear some noise. Lady, come from that nest
152   Of death, contagion, and unnatural sleep.
153   A greater power than we can contradict
154   Hath thwarted our intents. Come, come away.
155   Thy husband in thy bosom there lies dead;
156   And Paris too. Come, I'll dispose of thee
157   Among a sisterhood of holy nuns:
158   Stay not to question, for the watch is coming;
159   Come, go, good Juliet,

           [Noise again.]

                                                 I dare no longer stay.

           Exit [FRIAR LAURENCE].

160   Go, get thee hence, for I will not away.
161   What's here? a cup, closed in my true love's hand?
162   Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end:
163   O churl! drunk all, and left no friendly drop
164   To help me after? I will kiss thy lips;
165   Haply some poison yet doth hang on them,
166   To make me die with a restorative.

           [Kisses him.]

167   Thy lips are warm.

      First Watch  [Within]
168   Lead, boy: which way?

169   Yea, noise? Then I'll be brief. O happy dagger!

           [Snatching Romeo's dagger.]

170   This is thy sheath; [Stabs herself.] there rust, and let me die.

           [Falls on Romeo's body, and dies.]

           Enter [Paris'] BOY and WATCH.

171   This is the place; there, where the torch doth burn.

      First Watch
172   The ground is bloody; search about the churchyard:
173   Go, some of you, whoe'er you find attach.

           [Exeunt some.]

174   Pitiful sight! here lies the county slain,
175   And Juliet bleeding, warm, and newly dead,
176   Who here hath lain these two days buried.
177   Go, tell the prince; run to the Capulets;
178   Raise up the Montagues; some others search.

           [Exeunt others.]

179   We see the ground whereon these woes do lie;
180   But the true ground of all these piteous woes
181   We cannot without circumstance descry.

           Enter [some of the Watch, with] Romeo's man

      Second Watch
182   Here's Romeo's man; we found him in the churchyard.

      First Watch
183   Hold him in safety, till the prince come hither.

           Enter FRIAR [LAURENCE] and another

      Third Watch
184   Here is a friar, that trembles, sighs and weeps:
185   We took this mattock and this spade from him,
186   As he was coming from this churchyard side.

      First Watch
187   A great suspicion: stay the friar too.

           Enter the PRINCE [and ATTENDANTS].

188   What misadventure is so early up,
189   That calls our person from our morning's rest?

           Enter Capels [CAPULET, LADY CAPULET].

190   What should it be, that they so shriek abroad?

191   The people in the street cry "Romeo,"
192   Some "Juliet," and some "Paris"; and all run,
193   With open outcry toward our monument.

194   What fear is this which startles in our ears?

      First Watch
195   Sovereign, here lies the County Paris slain;
196   And Romeo dead; and Juliet, dead before,
197   Warm and new kill'd.

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

      First Watch
199   Here is a friar, and slaughter'd Romeo's man;
200   With instruments upon them, fit to open
201   These dead men's tombs.

202   O heavens! O wife, look how our daughter bleeds!
203   This dagger hath mista'en—for, lo, his house
204   Is empty on the back of Montague,—
205   And it mis-sheathed in my daughter's bosom!

206   O me! this sight of death is as a bell,
207   That warns my old age to a sepulcher.

           Enter MONTAGUE.

208   Come, Montague; for thou art early up,
209   To see thy son and heir more early down.

210   Alas, my liege, my wife is dead tonight;
211   Grief of my son's exile hath stopp'd her breath:
212   What further woe conspires against mine age?

213   Look, and thou shalt see.

214   O thou untaught! what manners is in this?
215   To press before thy father to a grave?

216   Seal up the mouth of outrage for a while,
217   Till we can clear these ambiguities,
218   And know their spring, their head, their true descent;
219   And then will I be general of your woes,
220   And lead you even to death: meantime forbear,
221   And let mischance be slave to patience.
222   Bring forth the parties of suspicion.

223   I am the greatest, able to do least,
224   Yet most suspected, as the time and place
225   Doth make against me of this direful murder;
226   And here I stand, both to impeach and purge
227   Myself condemned and myself excused.

228   Then say at once what thou dost know in this.

229   I will be brief, for my short date of breath
230   Is not so long as is a tedious tale.
231   Romeo, there dead, was husband to that Juliet;
232   And she, there dead, that Romeo's faithful wife.
233   I married them; and their stol'n marriage-day
234   Was Tybalt's doomsday, whose untimely death
235   Banish'd the new-made bridegroom from the city,
236   For whom, and not for Tybalt, Juliet pined.
237   You, to remove that siege of grief from her,
238   Betroth'd and would have married her perforce
239   To County Paris: then comes she to me,
240   And, with wild looks, bid me devise some mean
241   To rid her from this second marriage,
242   Or in my cell there would she kill herself.
243   Then gave I her, so tutor'd by my art,
244   A sleeping potion; which so took effect
245   As I intended, for it wrought on her
246   The form of death: meantime I writ to Romeo,
247   That he should hither come as this dire night,
248   To help to take her from her borrow'd grave,
249   Being the time the potion's force should cease.
250   But he which bore my letter, Friar John,
251   Was stay'd by accident, and yesternight
252   Return'd my letter back. Then all alone
253   At the prefixed hour of her waking,
254   Came I to take her from her kindred's vault;
255   Meaning to keep her closely at my cell,
256   Till I conveniently could send to Romeo:
257   But when I came, some minute ere the time
258   Of her awaking, here untimely lay
259   The noble Paris and true Romeo dead.
260   She wakes; and I entreated her come forth,
261   And bear this work of heaven with patience:
262   But then a noise did scare me from the tomb;
263   And she, too desperate, would not go with me,
264   But, as it seems, did violence on herself.
265   All this I know; and to the marriage
266   Her nurse is privy: and, if aught in this
267   Miscarried by my fault, let my old life
268   Be sacrificed, some hour before his time,
269   Unto the rigour of severest law.

270   We still have known thee for a holy man.
271   Where's Romeo's man? what can he say in this?

272   I brought my master news of Juliet's death;
273   And then in post he came from Mantua
274   To this same place, to this same monument.
275   This letter he early bid me give his father,
276   And threatened me with death, going in the vault,
277   If I departed not and left him there.

278   Give me the letter; I will look on it.
279   Where is the county's page, that raised the watch?
280   Sirrah, what made your master in this place?

281   He came with flowers to strew his lady's grave;
282   And bid me stand aloof, and so I did:
283   Anon comes one with light to ope the tomb;
284   And by and by my master drew on him;
285   And then I ran away to call the watch.

286   This letter doth make good the friar's words,
287   Their course of love, the tidings of her death:
288   And here he writes that he did buy a poison
289   Of a poor 'pothecary, and therewithal
290   Came to this vault to die, and lie with Juliet.
291   Where be these enemies? Capulet! Montague!
292   See, what a scourge is laid upon your hate,
293   That heaven finds means to kill your joys with love.
294   And I for winking at your discords too
295   Have lost a brace of kinsmen: all are punish'd.

296   O brother Montague, give me thy hand:
297   This is my daughter's jointure, for no more
298   Can I demand.

298                           But I can give thee more,
299   For I will ray her statue in pure gold;
300   That while Verona by that name is known,
301   There shall no figure at such rate be set
302   As that of true and faithful Juliet.

303   As rich shall Romeo's by his lady's lie;
304   Poor sacrifices of our enmity!

305   A glooming peace this morning with it brings;
306   The sun, for sorrow, will not show his head
307   Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things;
308   Some shall be pardon'd, and some punished:
309   For never was a story of more woe
310   Than this of Juliet and her Romeo.