. The literature of all nations and all ages; history, character, and incident . what an unkind hourIs guilty of this lamentable chance !-—The lady stirs. {^Juliet wakes aud 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 withi7i. Friar. I hear some noise.—Lady, come from that nestOf death, contagion, and unnatural sleep;A greater power than we can contradictHath thwarted our intents. Come,—come away:Thy husband in thy bosom there lies dead; ENGWSH WTBRATURB. 363 And Paris too. Come, Ill dispose of theeAmong
. The literature of all nations and all ages; history, character, and incident . what an unkind hourIs guilty of this lamentable chance !-—The lady stirs. {^Juliet wakes aud 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 withi7i. Friar. I hear some noise.—Lady, come from that nestOf death, contagion, and unnatural sleep;A greater power than we can contradictHath thwarted our intents. Come,—come away:Thy husband in thy bosom there lies dead; ENGWSH WTBRATURB. 363 And Paris too. Come, Ill dispose of theeAmong a sisterhood of holy nuns:Stay not to question, for the watch is coming;Come, go, good Juliet—{noise again). I dare no longerstay. \_Exit, Juliet. Go, get thee hence, for I will not here? a cup, closed in my true loves hand !Poison, I see, has been his timeless end:O churl! drink all; and left no friendly dropTo help me after ? I will kiss thy lips;Haply some poison yet doth hang on make me die with a restorative. [Kisses him. Thy lips are warm !. 1st Watch (withiit). Lead, boy! Which way?Juliet. Yea, noise?—then Ill be brief—O happy dagger! [Snatching Ro7neds dagger. This is thy sheath; (stabs herself) there rust and let me die. [Falls on Romeos bodj and dies. (The Watch enters and, finding the dead bodies, send at once forthe Prince, while others search the churchyard, and presently bring inBalthasar and the Friar. The Prince arrives shortly after, with Capu-let. Lady Capulet, and Montague, Lady Montague having died thatnight through grief at her sons exile. The whole story is then un-folded by the Friar, Balthasar and the Page.) 364 wtkratur:^ of ai,i, nations. Prince. Where be these enemies ? Capulet! Montague!See what a scourge is laid upon your hate,That heaven finds means to kill your joys with love;And I, for winking at your discords too,Have lost a brace of kinsmen : all are punished. Capulet. O brother Montague, give me thy is
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