The Tragedie of Romeo and Iuliet.Because Musitions haue no gold for sounding:Then Musicke with her siluer sound, with speedy helpedoth lend redresse.Exit.Mu.
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What a pestilent knaue is this same?M. 2.
Hang him Iacke, come weele in here, tarrie for
the Mourners, and stay dinner.
Exit.
[Act 5, Scene 1]
Enter Romeo.Rom.If I may trust the flattering truth of sleepe,My dreames presage some ioyfull newes at hand:
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My bosomes
L.
Lord sits lightly in his throne:
And all thisan day an vnaccustom'd spirit,Lifts me aboue the ground with cheerefull thoughts.I dreamt my Lady came and found me dead,(Strange dreame that giues a dead man leaue to thinke,)
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And breath'd such life with kisses in my lips,That I reuiud and was an Emperour.Ah me, how sweet is loue it selfe possest,When but loues shadowes are so rich in ioy.Enter Romeo's man.Newes from
Verona, how now
Balthazer?
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Dost thou not bring me Letters from the Frier?How doth my Lady? Is my Father well
?How doth my Lady
Iuliet? that I aske againe,
For nothing can be ill, is she be well.Man.Then she is well, and nothing can be ill.
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Her body sleepes in
Capels Monument,
And her immortall part with Angels liue,I saw her laid low in her kindreds Vault,And presently tooke Poste to tell it you:O pardon me for bringing these ill newes,
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Since you did leaue it for my office Sir.Rom.Is it euen so?Then I denie you Starres.Thou knowest my lodging, get me inke and paper,And hire Post‑Horses, I will hence to night.Man.
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I do beseech you sir, haue patience:Your lookes are pale and wild, and do importSome misaduenture.Rom.Tush, thou art deceiu'd,Leaue me, and do the thing I bid thee do.
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Hast thou no Letters to me from the Frier?Man.No my good Lord.Exit Man.Rom.No matter: Get thee gone,And hyre those Horses, Ile be with thee straight.Well
Iuliet, I will lie with thee to night:
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Lets see for meanes, O mischiefe thou art swift,To enter in the thoughts of desperate men:I do remember an Appothecarie,And here abouts dwells, which late I notedIn tattred weeds, with ouerwhelming browes,
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Culling of Simples, meager were his lookes,Sharp miserie had worne him to the bones:And in his needie shop a Tortoyrs hung,An Allegater stuft, and other skinsOf ill shap'd fishes, and about his shelues,
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A beggerly account of emptie boxes,Greene earthen pots, Bladders, and mustie seedes,Remnants of packthred, and old cakes of RosesWere thinly scattered, to make vp a shew.Noting this penury, to my selfe I said,
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An if a man did need a poyson now,Whose sale is persent death in
Mantua,
Here liues a Caitiffe wretch would sell it him.O this same thought did but fore‑run my need,And this same needie man must sell it me.
As I remember, this should be the house,Being holy day, the beggers shop is shut.What ho? Appothecarie?Enter Appothecarie.App.Who call's so low'd?Rom.Come hither man, I see that thou art poore,
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Hold, there is fortie Duckets, let me haueA dram of poyson, such soone speeding geare,As will disperse it selfe through all the veines,That the life‑wearie‑taker may fall dead,And that the Trunke may be discharg'd of breath,
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As violently, as hastie powder fier'dDoth hurry from the fatall Canons wombe.App.Such mortall drugs I haue, but
Mantuas law
Is death to any he, that vtters them.Rom.Art thou so bare and full of wretchednesse,
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And fear'st to die? Famine is in thy cheekes,Need and opression starueth in thy eyes,Contempt and beggery hangs vpon thy backe iThe world is not thy friend, nor the worlds law:The world affords no law to make thee rich.
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Then be not poore, but breake it, and take this.App.My pouerty, but not my will consents.Rom.I pray thy pouerty, and not thy will.App.Put this in any liquid thing you willAnd drinke it off, and if you had the strength
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Of twenty men, it would dispatch you straight.Rom.There's thy Gold,Worse poyson to mens soules,Doing more murther in this loathsome world,Then these poore compounds that thou maiest not sell.
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I sell thee poyson, thou hast sold me none,Farewell, buy food, and get thy selfe in flesh.Come Cordiall, and not poyson, go with meTo
Iuliets graue, for there must I vse thee.
Exeunt.
[Act 5, Scene 2]
Enter Frier Iohn to Frier Lawrence.Iohn.Holy
Franciscan Frier, Brother, ho?
Enter Frier Lawrence.Law.
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This same should be the voice of Frier
Iohn.
Welcome from
Mantua, what sayes
Romeo?
Or if his mind be writ, giue me his Letter.Iohn.Going to find a bare‑foote Brother out,One of our order to associate me,
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Here in this Citie visiting the sick,And finding him, the Searchers of the TowneSuspecting that we both were in a houseWhere the infectious pestilence did raigne,Seal'd vp the doores, and would not let vs forth,
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So that my speed to
Mantua there was staid.
Law.Who bare my Letter then to
Romeo?
Iohn.I could not send it, here it is againe,Nor get a messenger to bring it thee,So fearefull were they of infection.Law.
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Vnhappie Fortune: by my BrotherhoodThe Letter was not nice, but full of charge,Of deare import, and the neglecting itMay do much danger: Frier
Iohn go hence,
Get me an Iron Crow, and bring it straight
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Vnto my Cell.Iohn.Brother Ile go and bring it thee.Exit.Law.Now must I to the Monument alone,Within this three houres will faire
Iuliet wake,
Shee will beshrew me much that
Romeo
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Hath had no notice of these accidents:But I will write againe to
Mantua,
And
[Act 5, Scene 2]
Enter Frier Iohn to Frier Lawrence.Iohn.Holy
Franciscan Frier, Brother, ho?
Enter Frier Lawrence.Law.
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This same should be the voice of Frier
Iohn.
Welcome from
Mantua, what sayes
Romeo?
Or if his mind be writ, giue me his Letter.Iohn.Going to find a bare‑foote Brother out,One of our order to associate me,
[2730]
Here in this Citie visiting the sick,And finding him, the Searchers of the TowneSuspecting that we both were in a houseWhere the infectious pestilence did raigne,Seal'd vp the doores, and would not let vs forth,
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So that my speed to
Mantua there was staid.
Law.Who bare my Letter then to
Romeo?
Iohn.I could not send it, here it is againe,Nor get a messenger to bring it thee,So fearefull were they of infection.Law.
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Vnhappie Fortune: by my BrotherhoodThe Letter was not nice, but full of charge,Of deare import, and the neglecting itMay do much danger: Frier
Iohn go hence,
Get me an Iron Crow, and bring it straight
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Vnto my Cell.Iohn.Brother Ile go and bring it thee.Exit.Law.Now must I to the Monument alone,Within this three houres will faire
Iuliet wake,
Shee will beshrew me much that
Romeo
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Hath had no notice of these accidents:But I will write againe to
Mantua,
And keepe her at my Cell till
Romeo come,
Poore liuing Coarse, clos'd in a dead mans Tombe,Exit.
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