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Romeo and Juliet - a simplified version

The two chief families in Verona were the rich Capulet’s and the
Montague’s. There had been an old quarrel between these families,
which was grown to such a height, and so deadly was the enmity
between them, that it extended to the remotest kindred, to the
followers and retainers of both sides, in so much that a servant of
the house of Montague could not meet a servant of the house of
Capulet, nor a Capulet encounter with a Montague by chance, but
fierce words and sometimes bloodshed ensued; and frequent were
the brawls from such accidental meetings, which disturbed the
happy quiet of Verona's streets.

Old Lord Capulet made a great supper, to which many fair ladies
and many noble guests were invited. All the admired beauties of
Verona were present, and all comers were made welcome if they were
not of the house of Montague. At this feast of Capulet’s, Rosaline,
beloved of Romeo, son to the old Lord Montague, was present; and
though it was dangerous for a Montague to be seen in this
assembly, yet Benvolio, a friend of Romeo, persuaded the young
lord to go to this assembly in the disguise of a mask, that he might
see his Rosaline, and, seeing her, compare her with some choice
beauties of Verona, who (he said) would make him think his swan a
crow. Romeo had small faith in Benvolio's words; nevertheless, for
the love of Rosaline, he was persuaded to go. For Romeo was a
sincere and passionate lover, and one that lost his sleep for love and
fled society to be alone, thinking on Rosaline, who disdained him
and never requited his love with the least show of courtesy or
affection; and Benvolio wished to cure his friend of this love by
showing him diversity of ladies and company. To this feast of
Capulet’s, then, young Romeo, with Benvolio and their friend
Mercutio, went masked. Old Capulet bid them welcome and told
them that ladies who had their toes unplagued with corns would
dance with them. And the old man was light-hearted and merry,
and said that he had worn a mask when he was young and could

have told a whispering tale in a fair lady's ear. And they fell to
dancing, and Romeo was suddenly struck with the exceeding
beauty of a lady who danced there, who seemed to him to teach the
torches to burn bright, and her beauty to show by night like a rich
jewel worn by a blackamoor; beauty too rich for use, too dear for
earth! Like a snowy dove trooping with crows (he said), so richly
did her beauty and perfections shine above the ladies her
companions. While he uttered these praises he was overheard by
Tybalt, a nephew of Lord Capulet, who knew him by his voice to be
Romeo. And this Tybalt, being of a fiery and passionate temper,
could not endure that a Montague should come under cover of a
mask, to fleer and scorn (as he said) at their solemnities. And he
stormed and raged exceedingly, and would have struck young
Romeo dead. But his uncle, the old Lord Capulet, would not suffer
him to do any injury at that time, both out of respect to his guests
and because Romeo had borne himself like a gentleman and all
tongues in Verona bragged of him to be a virtuous and well-
governed youth. Tybalt, forced to be patient against his will,
restrained himself, but swore that this vile Montague should at
another time dearly pay for his intrusion.

The dancing being done, Romeo watched the place where the lady
stood; and under favour of his masking habit, which might seem to
excuse in part the liberty, he presumed in the gentlest manner to
take her by the hand, calling it a shrine, which if he profaned by
touching it, he was a blushing pilgrim and would kiss it for
atonement.

"Good pilgrim," answered the lady, "your devotion shows by far too
mannerly and too courtly. Saints have hands which pilgrims may
touch but kiss not."

"Have not saints lips, and pilgrims, too?" said Romeo.

"Aye," said the lady, "lips which they must use in prayer."

"Oh, then, my dear saint," said Romeo, "hear my prayer, and grant
it, lest I despair."

In such like allusions and loving conceits they were engaged when
the lady was called away to her mother. And Romeo, inquiring who
her mother was, discovered that the lady whose peerless beauty he
was so much struck with was young Juliet, daughter and heir to the
Lord Capulet, the great enemy of the Montague’s; and that he had
unknowingly engaged his heart to his foe. This troubled him, but
it could not dissuade him from loving. As little rest had Juliet when
she found that the gentle man that she had been talking with was
Romeo and a Montague, for she had been suddenly smit with the
same hasty and inconsiderate passion for Romeo which he had
conceived for her; and a prodigious birth of love it seemed to her,
that she must love her enemy and that her affections should settle
there, where family considerations should induce her chiefly to
hate.

It being midnight, Romeo with his companions departed; but they
soon missed him, for, unable to stay away from the house where he
had left his heart, he leaped the wall of an orchard which was at the
back of Juliet's house. Here he had not been long, ruminating on his
new love, when Juliet appeared above at a window, through which her
exceeding beauty seemed to break like the light of the sun in the
east; and the moon, which shone in the orchard with a faint light,
appeared to Romeo as if sick and pale with grief at the superior
luster of this new sun. And she leaning her cheek upon her hand, he
passionately wished himself a glove upon that hand, that he might
touch her cheek. She all this while thinking herself alone, fetched a
deep sigh, and exclaimed:

"Ah me!"

Romeo, enraptured to bear her speak, said, softly and unheard by
her, "Oh, speak again, bright angel, for such you appear, being over

my head, like a winged messenger from heaven whom mortals fall
back to gaze upon."

She, unconscious of being overheard, and full of the new passion
which that night's adventure had given birth to, called upon her
lover by name (whom she supposed absent). "O Romeo, Romeo!"
said she, "wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse
thy name, for my sake; or if thou wilt not, be but my sworn love,
and I no longer will be a Capulet."

Romeo, having this encouragement, would fain have spoken, but he
was desirous of hearing more; and the lady continued her
passionate discourse with herself (as she thought), still chiding
Romeo for being Romeo and a Montague, and wishing him some
other name, or that he would put away that hated name, and for
that name which was no part of himself he should take all herself.
At this loving word Romeo could no longer refrain, but, taking up
the dialogue as if her words had been addressed to him personally,
and not merely in fancy, he bade her call him Love, or by whatever
other name she pleased, for he was no longer Romeo, if that name
was displeasing to her. Juliet, alarmed to hear a man's voice in the
garden, did not at first know who it was that by favor of the night
and darkness had thus stumbled upon the discovery of her secret;
but when he spoke again, though her ears had not yet drunk a
hundred words of that tongue's uttering, yet so nice is a lover's
hearing that she immediately knew him to be young Romeo, and
she expostulated with him on the danger to which he had exposed
himself by climbing the orchard walls, for if any of her kinsmen
should find him there it would be death to him, being a Montague.

"Alack!" said Romeo, "there is more peril in your eye than in twenty
of their swords. Do you but look kind upon me, lady, and I am
proof against their enmity. Better my life should be ended by their
hate than that hated life should be prolonged to live without your
love."

"How came you into this place," said Juliet, "and by whose
direction?"

"Love directed me," answered Romeo. "I am no pilot, yet 'wert thou as
far apart from me as that vast shore which is washed with the
farthest sea, I should venture for such merchandise."

A crimson blush came over Juliet's face, yet unseen by Romeo by
reason of the night, when she reflected upon the discovery which she
had made, yet not meaning to make it, of her love to Romeo. She
would fain have recalled her words, but that was impossible; fain
would she have stood upon form, and have kept her lover at a
distance, as the custom of discreet ladies is, to frown and be
perverse and give their suitors harsh denials at first; to stand off,
and affect a coyness or indifference where they most love, that their
lovers may not think them too lightly or too easily won; for the
difficulty of attainment increases the value of the object. But there
was no room in her case for denials, or puttings off, or any of the
customary arts of delay and protracted courtship. Romeo had heard
from her own tongue, when she did not dream that he was near her,
a confession of her love. So with an honest frankness which the
novelty of her situation excused she confirmed the truth of what he
had before heard, and, addressing him by the name of Fair
Montague (love can sweeten a sour name), she begged him not to
impute her easy yielding to levity or an unworthy mind, but that
he must lay the fault of it (if it were a fault) upon the accident of
the night which had so strangely discovered her thoughts. And she
added that though her behaviour to him might not be sufficiently
prudent, measured by the custom of her sex, yet that she would
prove truer than many whose prudence was dissembling, and their
modesty artificial cunning.

Romeo was beginning to call the heavens to witness that nothing
was farther from his thoughts than to impute a shadow of
dishonour to such an honoured lady, when she stopped him,

begging him not to swear; for although she joyed in him, yet she
had no joy of that night's contract--it was too rash, too unadvised,
and too sudden. But he being urgent with her to exchange a vow of
love with him that night, she said that she already had given him
hers before he requested it, meaning, when he overheard her
confession; but she would retract what she then bestowed, for the
pleasure of giving it again, for her bounty was as infinite as the
sea, and her love as deep. From this loving conference she was called
away by her nurse, who slept with her and thought it time for her to
be in bed, for it was near to daybreak; but, hastily returning, she
said three or four words more to Romeo the purport of which was,
that if his love was indeed honourable, and his purpose marriage,
she would send a messenger to him to-morrow to appoint a time for
their marriage, when she would lay all her fortunes at his feet and
follow him as her lord through the world. While they were settling
this point Juliet was repeatedly called for by her nurse, and went in
and returned, and went and returned again, for she seemed as
jealous of Romeo going from her as a young girl of her bird, which
she will let hop a little from her hand and pluck it back with a
silken thread; and Romeo was as loath to part as she, for the
sweetest music to lovers is the sound of each other's tongues at
night. But at last they parted, wishing mutually sweet sleep and
rest for that night.

The day was breaking when they parted, and Romeo, who was too
full of thoughts of his mistress and that blessed meeting to allow
him to sleep, instead of going home, bent his course to a monastery
hard by, to find Friar Lawrence. The good friar was already up at
his devotions, but, seeing young Romeo abroad so early, he
conjectured rightly that he had not been abed that night, but that
some distemper of youthful affection had kept him waking. He was
right in imputing the cause of Romeo's wakefulness to love, but he
made a wrong guess at the object, for he thought that his love for
Rosaline had kept him waking. But when Romeo revealed his new
passion for Juliet, and requested the assistance of the friar to marry

them that day, the holy man lifted up his eyes and hands in a sort
of wonder at the sudden change in Romeo's affections, for he had
been privy to all Romeo's love for Rosaline and his many
complaints of her disdain; and he said that young men's love lay
not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes. But Romeo replying that
he himself had often chidden him for doting on Rosaline, who
could not love him again, whereas Juliet both loved and was beloved
by him, the friar assented in some measure to his reasons; and
thinking that a matrimonial alliance between young Juliet and
Romeo might happily be the means of making up the long breach
between the Capulet’s and the Montague’s, which no one more
lamented than this good friar who was a friend to both the families
and had often interposed his mediation to make up the quarrel
without effect; partly moved by policy, and partly by his fondness
for young Romeo, to whom he could deny nothing, the old man
consented to join their hands in marriage.

Now was Romeo blessed indeed, and Juliet, who knew his intent
from a messenger which she had despatched according to promise,
did not fail to be early at the cell of Friar Lawrence, where their
hands were joined in holy marriage, the good friar praying the
heavens to smile upon that act, and in the union of this young
Montague and young Capulet, to bury the old strife and long
dissensions of their families.

The ceremony being over, Juliet hastened home, where she stayed,
impatient for the coming of night, at which time Romeo promised
to come and meet her in the orchard, where they had met the night
before; and the time between seemed as tedious to her as the night
before some great festival seems to an impatient child that has got
new finery which it may not put on till the morning.

That same day, about noon, Romeo's friends, Benvolio and
Mercutio, walking through the streets of Verona, were met by a
party of the Capulet’s with the impetuous Tybalt at their head. This

was the same angry Tybalt who would have fought with Romeo at
old Lord Capulet's feast. He, seeing Mercutio, accused him bluntly
of associating with Romeo, a Montague. Mercutio, who had as
much fire and youthful blood in him as Tybalt, replied to this
accusation with some sharpness; and in spite of all Benvolio could
say to moderate their wrath a quarrel was beginning when, Romeo
himself passing that way, the fierce Tybalt turned from Mercutio
to Romeo, and gave him the disgraceful appellation of villain.
Romeo wished to avoid a quarrel with Tybalt above all men, because
he was the kinsman of Juliet and much beloved by her; besides, this
young Montague had never thoroughly entered into the family
quarrel, being by nature wise and gentle, and the name of a
Capulet, which was his dear lady's name, was now rather a charm
to allay resentment than a watchword to excite fury. So he tried to
reason with Tybalt, whom he saluted mildly by the name of Good
Capulet, as if he, though a Montague, had some secret pleasure in
uttering that name; but Tybalt, who hated all Montague’s as he
hated hell, would hear no reason, but drew his weapon; and
Mercutio, who knew not of Romeo's secret motive for desiring peace
with Tybalt, but looked upon his present forbearance as a sort of
calm dishonourable submission, with many disdainful words
provoked Tybalt to the prosecution of his first quarrel with him;
and Tybalt and Mercutio fought, till Mercutio fell, receiving his
death's wound while Romeo and Benvolio were vainly endeavouring
to part the combatants. Mercutio being dead, Romeo kept his temper
no longer, but returned the scornful appellation of villain which
Tybalt had given him, and they fought till Tybalt was slain by
Romeo. This deadly broil falling out in the midst of Verona at
noonday, the news of it quickly brought a crowd of citizens to the
spot and among them the Lords Capulet and Montague, with their
wives; and soon after arrived the prince himself, who, being related
to Mercutio, whom Tybalt had slain, and having had the peace of
his government often disturbed by these brawls of Montague’s and
Capulet’s, came determined to put the law in strictest force against

those who should be found to be offenders. Benvolio, who had been
eye-witness to the fray, was commanded by the prince to relate the
origin of it; which he did, keeping as near the truth as he could
without injury to Romeo, softening and excusing the part which
his friends took in it. Lady Capulet, whose extreme grief for the loss
of her kinsman Tybalt made her keep no bounds in her revenge,
exhorted the prince to do strict justice upon his murderer, and to,pay
no attention to Benvolio's representation, who, being Romeo's friend
and a Montague, spoke partially. Thus she pleaded against her new
son-in-law, but she knew not yet that he was her son-in-law and
Juliet's husband. On the other hand was to be seen Lady Montague
pleading for her child's life, and arguing with some justice that
Romeo had done nothing worthy of punishment in taking the life
of Tybalt, which was already forfeited to the law by his having
slain Mercutio. The prince, unmoved by the passionate
exclamations of these women, on a careful examination of the facts
pronounced his sentence, and by that sentence Romeo was banished
from Verona.

Heavy news to young Juliet, who had been but a few hours a bride
and now by this decree seemed everlastingly divorced! When the
tidings reached her, she at first gave way to rage against Romeo,
who had slain her dear cousin. She called him a beautiful tyrant, a
fiend angelical, a ravenous dove, a lamb with a wolf's nature, a
serpent-heart hid with a flowering face, and other, like
contradictory names, which denoted the struggles in her mind
between her love and her resentment. But in the end love got the
mastery, and the tears which she shed for grief that Romeo had
slain her cousin turned to drops of joy that her husband lived whom
Tybalt would have slain. Then came fresh tears, and they were
altogether of grief for Romeo's banishment. That word was more
terrible to her than the death of many Tybalts.

Romeo, after the fray, had taken refuge in Friar Lawrence's cell,
where he was first made acquainted with the prince's sentence,

which seemed to him far more terrible than death. To him it
appeared there was no world out of Verona's walls, no living out of
the sight of Juliet. Heaven was there where Juliet lived, and all
beyond was purgatory, torture, hell. The good friar would have
applied the consolation of philosophy to his grief; but this frantic
young man would hear of none, but like a madman he tore his hair
and threw him all along upon the ground, as he said, to take the
measure of his grave. From this unseemly state he was roused by a
message from his dear lady who a little revived him; and then the
friar took the advantage to expostulate with him on the unmanly
weakness which he had shown. He had slain Tybalt, but would he
also slay himself, slay his dear lady, who lived but in his life? The
noble form of man, he said, was but a shape of wax when it wanted
the courage which should keep it firm. The law had been lenient to
him that instead of death, which he had incurred, had pronounced
by the prince's mouth only banishment. He had slain Tybalt, but
Tybalt would have slain him-there was a sort of happiness in that.
Juliet was alive and (beyond all hope) had become his dear wife;
therein he was most happy. All these blessings, as the friar made
them out to be, did Romeo put from him like a sullen misbehaved
wench. And the friar bade him beware, for such as despaired (he
said) died miserable. Then when Romeo was a little calmed he
counselled him that he should go that night and secretly take his
leave of Juliet, and thence proceed straightway to Mantua, at which
place he should sojourn till the friar found fit occasion to publish
his marriage, which might be a joyful means of reconciling their
families; and then he did not doubt but the prince would be moved
to pardon him, and he would return with twenty times more joy
than he went forth with grief. Romeo was convinced by these wise
counsels of the friar, and took his leave to go and seek his lady,
proposing to stay with her that night, and by daybreak pursue his
journey alone to Mantua; to which place the good friar promised to
send him letters from time to time, acquainting him with the state
of affairs at home.

That night Romeo passed with his dear wife, gaining secret
admission to her chamber from the orchard in which he had heard
her confession of love the night before. That had been a night of
unmixed joy and rapture; but the pleasures of this night and the
delight which these lovers took in each other's society were sadly
allayed with the prospect of parting and the fatal adventures of the
past day. The unwelcome daybreak seemed to come too soon, and
when Juliet heard the morning song of the lark she would have
persuaded herself that it was the nightingale, which sings by
night; but it was too truly the lark which sang, and a discordant
and unpleasing note it seemed to her; and the streaks of day in the
east too certainly pointed out that it was time for these lovers to
part. Romeo took his leave of his dear wife with a heavy heart,
promising to write to her from Mantua every hour in the day; and
when he had descended from her chamber window, as he stood below
her on the ground, in that sad foreboding state of mind in which
she was, he appeared to her eyes as one dead in the bottom of a tomb.
Romeo's mind misgave him in like manner. But now he was forced
hastily to depart, for it was death for him to be found within the
walls of Verona after daybreak.

This was but the beginning of the tragedy of this pair of star-
crossed lovers. Romeo had not been gone many days before the old
Lord Capulet proposed a match for Juliet. The husband he had
chosen for her, not dreaming that she was married already, was
Count Paris, a gallant, young, and noble gentleman, no unworthy
suitor to the young Juliet if she had never seen Romeo.

The terrified Juliet was in a sad perplexity at her father's offer. She
pleaded her youth unsuitable to marriage, the recent death of
Tybalt, which had left her spirits too weak to meet a husband with
any face of joy, and how indecorous it would show for the family of
the Capulet’s to be celebrating a nuptial feast when his funeral
solemnities were hardly over. She pleaded every reason against the
match but the true one, namely, that she was married already. But

Lord Capulet was deaf to all her excuses, and in a peremptory
manner ordered her to get ready, for by the following Thursday she
should be married to Paris. And having found her a husband, rich,
young, and noble, such as the proudest maid in Verona might
joyfully accept, he could not bear that out of an affected coyness,
as he construed her denial, she should oppose obstacles to her own
good fortune.

In this extremity Juliet applied to the friendly friar, always a
counsellor in distress, and he asking her if she had resolution to
undertake a desperate remedy, and she answering that she would
go into the grave alive rather than marry Paris, her own dear
husband living, he directed her to go home, and appear merry, and
give her consent to marry Paris, according to her father's desire,
and on the next night, which was the night before the marriage, to
drink off the contents of a vial which he then gave her, the effect of
which would be that for two-and-forty hours after drinking it she
should appear cold and lifeless, and when the bridegroom came to
fetch her in the morning he would find her to appearance dead; that
then she would be borne, as the manner in that country was,
uncovered on a bier, to be buried in the family vault; that if she
could put off womanish fear, and consent to this terrible trial, in
forty-two hours after swallowing the liquid (such as its certain
operation) she would be sure to awake, as from a dream; and before
she should awake he would let her husband know their drift, and he
should come in the night and bear her thence to Mantua. Love, and
the dread of marrying Paris, gave young Juliet strength to
undertake this horrible adventure; and she took the vial of the friar,
promising to observe his directions.

Going from the monastery, she met the young Count Paris, and,
modestly dissembling, promised to become his bride. This was
joyful news to the Lord Capulet and his wife. It seemed to put youth
into the old man; and Juliet, who had displeased him exceedingly
by her refusal of the count, was his darling again, now she

promised to be obedient. All things in the house were in a bustle
against the approaching nuptials. No cost was spared to prepare
such festival rejoicings as Verona had never before witnessed.

On the Wednesday night Juliet drank off the potion. She had
many misgivings lest the friar, to avoid the blame which might be
imputed to him for marrying her to Romeo, had given her poison;
but then he was always known for a holy man. Then lest she
should awake before the time that Romeo was to come for her;
whether the terror of the place, a vault full of dead Capulet’s' bones,
and where Tybalt, all bloody, lay festering in his shroud, would
not be enough to drive her distracted. Again she thought of all the
stories she had heard of spirits haunting the places where their
bodies were bestowed. But then her love for Romeo and her aversion
for Paris returned, and she desperately swallowed the draught and
became insensible.

When young Paris came early in the morning with music to
awaken his bride, instead of a living Juliet her chamber presented
the dreary spectacle of a lifeless Corse. What death to his hopes!
What confusion then reigned through the whole house! Poor Paris
lamenting his bride, whom most detestable death had beguiled him
of, had divorced from him even before their hands were joined. But
still more piteous it was to hear the mourning’s of the old Lord and
Lady Capulet, who having but this one, one poor loving child to
rejoice and solace in, cruel death had snatched her from their sight,
just as these careful parents were on the point of seeing her
advanced (as they thought) by a promising and advantageous
match. Now all things that were ordained for the festival were
turned from their properties to do the office of a black funeral. The
wedding cheer served for a sad burial feast, the bridal hymns were
changed for sullen dirges, the sprightly instruments to
melancholy. Bells and the flowers that should have been strewed in
the bride's path now served but to strew her Corse. Now, instead of a
priest to marry her, a priest was needed to bury her, and she was

borne to church indeed, not to augment the cheerful hopes of the
living, but to swell the dreary numbers of the dead.

Bad news, which always travels faster than good, now brought the
dismal story of his Juliet's death to Romeo, at Mantua, before the
messenger could arrive who was sent from Friar Lawrence to apprise
him that these were mock funerals only, and but the shadow and
representation of death, and that his dear lady lay in the tomb but
for a short while, expecting when Romeo would come to release her
from that dreary mansion. Just before, Romeo had been unusually
joyful and light-hearted. He had dreamed in the night that he was
dead (a strange dream that gave a dead man leave to think) and
that his lady came and found him dead, and breathed such life
with kisses in his lips that he revived and was an emperor! And
now that a messenger came from Verona, he thought surely it was
to confirm some good news which his dreams had presaged. But
when the contrary to this flattering vision appeared, and that it
was his lady who was dead in truth, whom he could not revive by
any kisses, he ordered horses to be got ready, for he determined that
night to visit Verona and to see his lady in her tomb. And as
mischief is swift to enter into the thoughts of desperate men, he
called to mind a poor apothecary, whose shop in Mantua he had
lately passed, and from the beggarly appearance of the man, who
seemed famished, and the wretched show in his show of empty boxes
ranged on dirty shelves, and other tokens of extreme wretchedness,
he had said at the time (perhaps having some misgivings that his
own disastrous life might haply meet with a conclusion so
desperate):

"If a man were to need poison, which by the law of Mantua it is
death to sell, here lives a poor wretch who would sell it him."

These words of his now came into his mind and he sought out the
apothecary, who after some pretended scruples, Romeo offering him
gold, which his poverty could not resist, sold him a poison which, if

he swallowed, he told him, if he had the strength of twenty men,
would quickly despatch him.

With this poison he set out for Verona, to have a sight of his dear
lady in her tomb, meaning, when he had satisfied his sight, to
swallow the poison and be buried by her side. He reached Verona at
midnight, and found the churchyard in the midst of which was
situated the ancient tomb of the Capulet’s. He had provided a light,
and a spade, and wrenching-iron, and was proceeding to break open
the monument when he was interrupted by a voice, which by the
name of Vile Montague bade him desist from his unlawful
business. It was the young Count Paris, who had come to the tomb
of Juliet at that unseasonable time of night to strew flowers and to
weep over the grave of her that should have been his bride. He knew
not what an interest Romeo had in the dead, but, knowing him to
be a Montague and (as he supposed) a sworn foe to all the Capulet’s,
he judged that he was come by night to do some villainous shame to
the dead bodies; therefore in an angry tone he bade him desist; and
as a criminal, condemned by the laws of Verona to die if he were
found within the walls of the city, he would have apprehended him.
Romeo urged Paris to leave him, and warned him by the fate of
Tybalt, who lay buried there, not to provoke his anger or draw down
another sin upon his head by forcing him to kill him. But the
count in scorn refused his warning, and laid hands on him as a
felon, whom, Romeo resisting, they fought, and Paris fell. When
Romeo, by the help of a light, came to see who it was that he had
slain, that it was Paris, who (he learned in his way from Mantua)
should have married Juliet, he took the dead youth by the hand, as
one whom misfortune had made a companion, and said that he
would bury him in a triumphal grave, meaning in Juliet's grave,
which he now opened. And there lay his lady, as one whom death
had no power upon to change a feature or complexion, in her
matchless beauty; or as if death were amorous, and the lean,
abhorred monster kept her there for his delight; for she lay yet fresh
and blooming, as she had fallen to sleep when she swallowed that

benumbing potion; and near her lay Tybalt in his bloody shroud,
whom Romeo seeing, begged pardon of his lifeless Corse, and for
Juliet's sake called him cousin, and said that he was about to do
him a favour by putting his enemy to death. Here Romeo took his
last leave of his lady's lips, kissing them; and here he shook the
burden of his cross stars from his weary body, swallowing that
poison which the apothecary had sold him, whose operation was
fatal and real, not like that dissembling potion which Juliet had
swallowed, the effect of which was now nearly expiring, and she
about to awake to complain that Romeo had not kept his time, or
that he had come too soon.

For now the hour was arrived at which the friar had promised that
she should awake; and he, having learned that his letters which he
had sent to Mantua, by some unlucky detention of the messenger,
had never reached Romeo, came himself, provided with a pickaxe
and lantern, to deliver the lady from her confinement; but he was
surprised to find a light already burning in the Capulet’s'
monument, and to see swords and blood near it, and Romeo and
Paris lying breathless by the monument,

Before he could entertain a conjecture, to imagine how these fatal
accidents had fallen out, Juliet awoke out of her trance, and, seeing
the friar near her, she remembered the place where she was, and the
occasion of her being there, and asked for Romeo, but the friar,
hearing a noise, bade her come out of that place of death and of
unnatural sleep, for a greater power than they could contradict had
thwarted their intents; and, being frightened by the noise of people
coming, he fled. But when Juliet saw the cup closed in her true love's
hands, she guessed that poison had been the cause of his end, and
she would have swallowed the dregs if any had been left, and she
kissed his still warm lips to try if any poison yet did hang upon
them; then hearing a nearer noise of people coming, she quickly
unsheathed a dagger which she wore, and, stabbing herself, died by
her true Romeo's side.

The watch by this time had come up to the place. A page belonging
to Count Paris, who had witnessed the fight between his master and
Romeo, had given the alarm, which had spread among the citizens,
who went up and down the streets of Verona confusedly
exclaiming, "A Paris! a Romeo! a Juliet!" as the rumour had
imperfectly reached them, till the uproar brought Lord Montague
and Lord Capulet out of their beds, with the prince, to inquire into
the causes of the disturbance. The friar had been apprehended by
some of the watch, coming from the churchyard, trembling,
sighing, and weeping in a suspicious manner. A great multitude
being assembled at the Capulet’s' monument, the friar was
demanded by the prince to deliver what he knew of these strange
and disastrous accidents.

And there, in the presence of the old Lords Montague and Capulet,
he faithfully related the story of their children's fatal love, the part
he took in promoting their marriage, in the hope in that union to
end the long quarrels between their families; how Romeo, there
dead, was husband to Juliet, and Juliet, there dead, was Romeo's
faithful wife; how, before he could find a fit opportunity to divulge
their marriage, another match was projected for Juliet, who, to avoid
the crime of a second marriage, swallowed the sleeping-draught (as
he advised), and all thought her dead; how meantime he wrote to
Romeo to come and take her thence when the force of the potion
should cease, and by what unfortunate miscarriage of the
messenger the letters never reached Romeo. Further than this the
friar could not follow the story, nor knew more than that, coming
himself to deliver Juliet from that place of death, he found the Count
Paris and Romeo slain. The remainder of the transactions was
supplied by the narration of the page who had seen Paris and
Romeo fight, and by the servant who came with Romeo from
Verona, to whom this faithful lover had given letters to be delivered
to his father in the event of his death, which made good the friar's
words, confessing his marriage with Juliet, imploring the
forgiveness of his parents, acknowledging the buying of the poison

of the poor apothecary and his intent in coming to the monument
to die and lie with Juliet. All these circumstances agreed together to
clear the friar from any hand he could be supposed to have in these
complicated slaughters, further than as the unintended
consequences of his own well-meant, yet too artificial and subtle
contrivances.

And the prince, turning to these old lords, Montague and Capulet,
rebuked them for their brutal and irrational enmities, and showed
them what a scourge Heaven had laid upon such offenses, that it
had found means even through the love of their children to punish
their unnatural hate. And these old rivals, no longer enemies,
agreed to bury their long strife in their children's graves; and Lord
Capulet requested Lord Montague to give him his hand, calling
him by the name of brother, as if in acknowledgment of the union
of their families by the marriage of the young Capulet and
Montague; and saying that Lord Montague's hand (in token of
reconcilement) was all he demanded for his daughter's jointure.
But Lord Montague said he would give him more, for he would raise
her statue of pure gold that, while Verona kept its name, no figure
should be so esteemed for its richness and workmanship as that of
the true and faithful Juliet. And Lord Capulet in return said that he
would raise another statue to Romeo. So did these poor old lords,
when it was too late, strive to outgo each other in mutual courtesies;
while so deadly had been their rage and enmity in past times that
nothing but the fearful overthrow of their children (poor sacrifices
to their quarrels and dissensions) could remove the rooted hates
and jealousies of the noble families?

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