Where is the county's page, that raised the
watch?—
Sirrah, what made your master in this place?
PRINCE
Give me the letter. I'll look at it.
(he takes the letter from
BALTHASAR) Where is the
count's page, the one who called the watch? Boy, what was
your master doing here?
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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,
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And by and by my master drew on him,
And then I ran away to call the watch.
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He came with flowers to spread on his lady's grave. And
he asked me to stand far away and leave him alone, and so I did.
Then someone with a torch came to open the tomb. So my master drew
on him. And then I ran away to call the watch.
PRINCE
(skims the letter) 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
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Of a poor 'pothecary, and therewithal
Came to this vault to die and lie with Juliet.
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!
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And I, for winking at your discords, too
Have lost a brace of kinsmen. All are punished.
PRINCE
(skimming the letter) This letter
confirms the friar's account. It describes the course of
their love and mentions the news of her death. Here he writes that
he bought poison from a poor pharmacist. He brought that poison with
him to this vault to die and lie with Juliet. Where are these
enemies? Capulet! Montague! Do you see what a great evil results
from your hate? Heaven has figured out how to kill your joys with
love. Because I looked the other way when your feud flared up,
I've lost several members of my family as well. Everyone is
punished.
CAPULET
O brother Montague, give me thy hand.
This is my daughter's jointure, for no more
Can I demand.
CAPULET
Oh, brother Montague, give me your hand. This is my
daughter's dowry. I can ask you for nothing more.
MONTAGUE
But I can give thee more,
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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.
MONTAGUE
But I can give you more. I'll raise her statue in pure
gold. As long as this city is called Verona, there will be no figure
praised more than that of true and faithful Juliet.
CAPULET
As rich shall Romeo's by his lady's lie,
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Poor sacrifices of our enmity.
CAPULET
The statue I will make of Romeo to lie beside his Juliet will be
just as rich. They were poor sacrifices of our rivalry!
