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As I intended, for it wrought on her

The form of death. Meantime I writ to Romeo
That he should hither come as this dire night

To help to take her from her borrowed grave,
Being the time the potion's force should cease.

But he which bore my letter, Friar John,
Was stay'd 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 awaking, 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 me,

But, as it seems, did violence on herself.
All this I know, and to the marriage

Her nurse is privy; and if aught in this
Miscarried by my fault, let my old life

Be sacrific'd, some hour before his time,
Unto the rigour of severest law.

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

Bal. I brought my master news of Juliet's death;
And then in post he came from Mantua

To this same place, to this same monument.
This letter he early bid me give his father,

And threat'ned me with death, going in the vault,
If I departed not and left him there.

Prince. Give me the letter. I will look on it.
Where is the County's page that rais'd the watch?

Sirrah, what made your master in this place?
Boy. 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 Juliet.
Where be these enemies? Capulet, Montage,

See what a scourge is laid upon your hate,
That heaven finds means to kill your joys with love!

And I, for winking at you, discords too,
Have lost a brace of kinsmen. All are punish'd.

Cap. O brother Montague, give me thy hand.
This is my daughter's jointure, for no more

Can I demand.
Mon. But I can give thee more;

For I will raise her Statue in pure gold,
That whiles Verona by that name is known,

There shall no figure at such rate be set
As that of true and faithful Juliet.

Cap. As rich shall Romeo's by his lady's lie-
Poor sacrifices of our enmity!

Prince. A glooming peace this morning with it brings.
The sun for sorrow will not show his head.

Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things;
Some shall be pardon'd, and some punished;

For never was a story of more woe
Than this of Juliet and her Romeo.

Exeunt omnes.
-THE END-

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