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William Shakespeare - Romeo and Juliet Act 5 Scene 3

Good gentle youth, tempt not a desperate man; Fly hence and leave me: — think upon these gone; Let them affright thee. — I beseech thee, youth, Put not another sin upon my head By urging me to fury: O, be gone! By heaven, I love thee better than myself; For I come hither arm'd against myself: Stay not, be gone; — live, and hereafter say,Good gentle youth, tempt not a desperate man; Fly hence, and leave me: think upon these gone; Let them affright thee. I beseech thee, youth, Put not another sin upon my head, By urging me to fury: O, be gone! By heaven, I love thee better than myself; For I come hither arm'd against myself: Stay not, be gone; live, and hereafter say,59 Good gentle youth, tempt not a desperate man; 60. these gone: i.e., all the dead in this churchyard. 60 Fly hence, and leave me. Think upon these gone; 61 Let them affright thee. I beseech thee, youth, 62 Put not another sin upon my head, 63 By urging me to fury. O, be gone! 64Romeo warns: "Tempt not a desperate man"; Romeo is desperate because he thinks he's lost his love, but does not want to wreak any more havac. This scene ends in Romeo killing Paris (and feeling...Tempt not a desperate man. (Romeo & Juliet quote Act V, Scene III) Plain English Romeo & Juliet Quote Don't tangle with a desperate man.

SCENE III. A churchyard; in it a tomb belonging to the Capulets.

Enter PARIS, and his Page bearing vegetation and a torch PARIS Give me thy torch, boy: hence, and stand aloof:Yet put it out, for I'd not be noticed.Under yond yew-trees lay thee all alongside,Holding thine ear just about the hollow floor;So shall no foot upon the churchyard tread,Being unfastened, unfirm, with digging up of graves,But thou shalt hear it: whistle then to me,As signal that thou listen'st one thing manner.Give me those flora. Do as I bid thee, move.

PAGE [Aside] I'm almost afraid to face aloneHere in the churchyard; but I will be able to adventure.

Retires

PARIS Sweet flower, with vegetation thy bridal bed I strew,--O woe! thy cover is mud and stones;--Which with sweet water nightly I will dew,Or, in need of that, with tears distill'd by moans:The obsequies that I for thee will keepNightly can be to strew thy grave and weep.

The Page whistles

The boy offers warning one thing doth way.What cursed foot wanders this fashion to-night,To go my obsequies and real love's ceremony?What with a torch! muffle me, evening, awhile.

Retires

Enter ROMEO and BALTHASAR, with a torch, mattock, & c

ROMEO Give me that mattock and the wrenching iron.Hold, take this letter; early in the morningSee thou ship it to my lord and father.Give me the light: upon thy life, I charge thee,Whate'er thou hear'st or seest, stand all aloof,And do not interrupt me in my route.Why I descend into this bed of loss of life,Is in part to behold my woman's face;But mainly to take thence from her useless fingerA precious ring, a ring that I must useIn pricey employment: due to this fact hence, be long gone:But if thou, jealous, dost go back to pryIn what I additional shall intend to do,By heaven, I will be able to tear thee joint via jointAnd strew this hungry churchyard with thy limbs:The time and my intents are savage-wild,More fierce and more inexorable some distanceThan empty tigers or the roaring sea.

BALTHASAR I can be gone, sir, and not trouble you.

ROMEO So shalt thou display me friendship. Take thou that:Live, and be prosperous: and farewell, excellent fellow.

BALTHASAR [Aside] For all this identical, I'll cover me hereabout:His appears to be like I fear, and his intents I doubt.

Retires

ROMEO Thou detestable maw, thou womb of dying,Gorged with the dearest morsel of the earth,Thus I put in force thy rotten jaws to open,And, in despite, I'll cram thee with more food!

Opens the tomb

PARIS This is that banish'd haughty Montague,That homicide'd my love's cousin, with which grief,It is meant, the fair creature died;And here's come to do some villanous shameTo the useless bodies: I will apprehend him.

Comes ahead

Stop thy unhallow'd toil, vile Montague!Can vengeance be pursued further than demise?Condemned villain, I do apprehend thee:Obey, and pass with me; for thou will have to die.

ROMEO I should certainly; and subsequently came I hither.Good delicate adolescence, tempt not a desperate man;Fly hence, and go away me: suppose upon those long past;Let them affright thee. I beseech thee, formative years,Put not some other sin upon my head,By urging me to fury: O, be long gone!By heaven, I really like thee better than myself;For I come hither arm'd in opposition to myself:Stay not, be long past; are living, and hereafter say,A madman's mercy bade thee run away.

PARIS I do defy thy conjurations,And apprehend thee for a felon here.

ROMEO Wilt thou impress me? then have at thee, boy!

They battle

PAGE O Lord, they struggle! I will be able to move call the watch.

Exit

PARIS O, I am slain!

Falls

If thou be merciful,Open the tomb, lay me with Juliet.

Dies

ROMEO In faith, I will. Let me peruse this face.Mercutio's kinsman, noble County Paris!What said my man, when my betossed soulDid not attend him as we rode? I believeHe told me Paris must have married Juliet:Said he not so? or did I dream it so?Or am I mad, listening to him talk of Juliet,To assume it used to be so? O, give me thy hand,One writ with me in bitter misfortune's e book!I'll bury thee in a triumphant grave;A grave? O no! a lantern, slaughter'd early life,For here lies Juliet, and her attractiveness makesThis vault a feasting presence full of mild.Death, lie thou there, by means of a lifeless man interr'd.

Laying PARIS within the tomb

How oft when men are at the point of deathHave they been merry! which their keepers callA lightning earlier than loss of life: O, how would possibly ICall this a lightning? O my love! my spouse!Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath,Hath had no energy yet upon thy attractiveness:Thou artwork not overcome'd; beauty's ensign yetIs pink in thy lips and in thy cheeks,And loss of life's light flag is not complicated there.Tybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody sheet?O, what more favour can I do to thee,Than with that hand that lower thy adolescence in twainTo sunder his that used to be thine enemy?Forgive me, cousin! Ah, expensive Juliet,Why art thou yet so honest? shall I imagineThat unsubstantial demise is amorous,And that the lean abhorred monster helps to keepThee here in dark to be his paramour?For worry of that, I still will stay with thee;And by no means from this palace of dim nightDepart once more: right here, here will I stayWith worms that are thy chamber-maids; O, hereWill I arrange my everlasting relaxation,And shake the yoke of adverse starsFrom this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, glance your ultimate!Arms, take your ultimate embrace! and, lips, O youThe doorways of breath, seal with a righteous kissA dateless bargain to engrossing demise!Come, bitter conduct, come, unsavoury guide!Thou desperate pilot, now without delay run onThe speeding rocks thy sea-sick weary bark!Here's to my love!

Drinks

O true apothecary!Thy medication are quick. Thus with a kiss I die.

Dies

Enter, on the different end of the churchyard, FRIAR LAURENCE, with a lantern, crow, and spade

FRIAR LAURENCE Saint Francis be my speed! how oft to-nightHave my old feet stumbled at graves! Who's there?

BALTHASAR Here's one, a good friend, and one who knows you neatly.

FRIAR LAURENCE Bliss be upon you! Tell me, just right my friend,What torch is yond, that vainly lends his gentleTo grubs and eyeless skulls? as I discern,It burneth within the Capel's monument.

BALTHASAR It doth so, holy sir; and there may be my grasp,One that you just love.

FRIAR LAURENCE Who is it?

BALTHASAR Romeo.

FRIAR LAURENCE How lengthy hath he been there?

BALTHASAR Full half an hour.

FRIAR LAURENCE Go with me to the vault.

BALTHASAR I dare not, sirMy grasp knows not however I'm long past therefore;And fearfully did menace me with loss of life,If I did stay to appear on his intents.

FRIAR LAURENCE Stay, then; I'll go on my own. Fear comes upon me:O, much I fear some unwell unlucky thing.

BALTHASAR As I did sleep under this yew-tree here,I dreamt my master and some other fought,And that my grasp slew him.

FRIAR LAURENCE Romeo!

Advances

Alack, alack, what blood is this, which stainsThe stony entrance of this sepulchre?What mean these masterless and gory swordsTo lie discolour'd via this position of peace?

Enters the tomb

Romeo! O, light! Who else? what, Paris too?And steep'd in blood? Ah, what an unkind hourIs accountable of this lamentable chance!The woman stirs.

JULIET wakes

JULIET O comfy friar! where is my lord?I do take note neatly the place I will have to be,And there I'm. Where is my Romeo?

Noise within

FRIAR LAURENCE I pay attention some noise. Lady, come from that nestOf loss of life, contagion, and unnatural sleep:A better power than we will contradictHath thwarted our intents. Come, come away.Thy husband in thy bosom there lies dead;And Paris too. Come, I'll do away with theeAmong a sisterhood of holy nuns:Stay not to question, for the watch is coming;Come, move, just right Juliet,

Noise again

I dare no longer keep.

JULIET Go, get thee therefore, for I can not away.

Exit FRIAR LAURENCE

What's here? a cup, closed in my true love's hand?Poison, I see, hath been his undying finish:O churl! drunk all, and left no pleasant dropTo help me after? I can kiss thy lips;Haply some poison yet doth cling on them,To make die with a restorative.

Kisses him

Thy lips are heat.

First Watchman [Within] Lead, boy: which method?

JULIET Yea, noise? then I'll be brief. O happy dagger!

Snatching ROMEO's dagger

This is thy sheath;

Stabs herself

there rust, and let me die.

Falls on ROMEO's frame, and dies

Enter Watch, with the Page of PARIS

PAGE This is the place; there, where the torch doth burn.

First Watchman The floor is bloody; search about the churchyard:Go, a few of you, whoe'er you in finding attach.Pitiful sight! here lies the county slain,And Juliet bleeding, warm, and newly lifeless,Who right here hath lain those two days buried.Go, tell the prince: run to the Capulets:Raise up the Montagues: some others search:We see the bottom whereon these woes do lie;But the real flooring of a majority of these piteous woesWe can't with out circumstance descry.

Re-enter one of the vital Watch, with BALTHASAR

Second Watchman Here's Romeo's man; we found him in the churchyard.

First Watchman Hold him in safety, till the prince come hither.

Re-enter others of the Watch, with FRIAR LAURENCE

Third Watchman Here is a friar, that trembles, sighs and weeps:We took this mattock and this spade from him,As he was once coming from this churchyard facet.

First Watchman A really perfect suspicion: stay the friar too.

Enter the PRINCE and Attendants

PRINCE What misadventure is so early up,That calls our person from our morning's leisure?

Enter CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, and others

CAPULET What will have to it be, that they so shriek in a foreign country?

LADY CAPULET The other people in the street cry Romeo,Some Juliet, and some Paris; and all run,With open outcry toward our monument.

PRINCE What worry is this which startles in our ears?

First Watchman Sovereign, here lies the County Paris slain;And Romeo dead; and Juliet, dead ahead of,Warm and new kill'd.

PRINCE Search, seek, and understand how this foul murder comes.

First Watchman Here is a friar, and slaughter'd Romeo's man;With instruments upon them, have compatibility to openThese useless males's tombs.

CAPULET O heavens! O spouse, glance how our daughter bleeds!This dagger hath mista'en--for, lo, his areaIs empty on the back of Montague,--And it mis-sheathed in my daughter's bosom!

LADY CAPULET O me! this sight of demise is as a bell,That warns my old age to a sepulchre.

Enter MONTAGUE and others

PRINCE Come, Montague; for thou art early up,To see thy son and inheritor extra early down.

MONTAGUE Alas, my liege, my wife is useless to-night;Grief of my son's exile hath stopp'd her breath:What further woe conspires towards mine age?

PRINCE Look, and thou shalt see.

MONTAGUE O thou untaught! what manners is on this?To press earlier than thy father to a grave?

PRINCE Seal up the mouth of outrage for a whilst,Till we will be able to clear those ambiguities,And know their spring, their head, theirtrue descent;And then will I be basic of your woes,And lead you even to loss of life: interim forbear,And let mischance be slave to patience.Bring forth the parties of suspicion.

FRIAR LAURENCE I am the greatest, in a position to do least,Yet maximum suspected, because the time and placeDoth make towards me of this direful murder;And here I stand, both to impeach and purgeMyself condemned and myself excused.

PRINCE Then say directly what thou dost know on this.

FRIAR LAURENCE I will be able to be transient, for my short date of breathIs not as long as is a tedious tale.Romeo, there lifeless, used to be husband to that Juliet;And she, there lifeless, that Romeo's faithful wife:I married them; and their stol'n marriage-dayWas Tybalt's dooms-day, whose premature deathBanish'd the new-made bridegroom from the town,For whom, and not for Tybalt, Juliet pined.You, to remove that siege of grief from her,Betroth'd and would have married her perforceTo County Paris: then comes she to me,And, with wild looks, bid me devise some meanTo rid her from this second marriage,Or in my mobile there would she kill herself.Then gave I her, so tutor'd by means of my artwork,A drowsing potion; which so took impactAs I supposed, for it wrought on herThe form of loss of life: intervening time I writ to Romeo,That he must hither come as this dire night,To help to take her from her borrow'd grave,Being the time the potion's power should cease.But he which bore my letter, Friar John,Was keep'd by chance, and yesternightReflip'd my letter again. Then all aloneAt the prefixed hour of her waking,Came I to take her from her kindred's vault;Meaning to stay her closely at my cell,Till I very easily may just send to Romeo:But when I got here, some minute ere the timeOf her awaking, here premature layThe noble Paris and true Romeo lifeless.She wakes; and I urged her come forth,And undergo this paintings of heaven with persistence:But then a noise did scare me from the tomb;And she, too desperate, would not pass with me,But, as it sort of feels, did violence on herself.All this I know; and to the weddingHer nurse is privy: and, if aught in thisMiscarried by way of my fault, let my old lifeBe sacrificed, some hour before his time,Unto the rigour of severest legislation.

PRINCE We nonetheless have identified thee for a holy man.Where's Romeo's man? what can he say in this?

BALTHASAR I introduced my master information of Juliet's loss of life;And then in put up he came from MantuaTo this similar position, to this same monument.This letter he early bid me give his father,And threatened me with loss of life, going within the vault,I departed not and left him there.

PRINCE Give me the letter; I will glance on it.Where is the county's web page, that raised the watch?Sirrah, what made your master on this place?

PAGE He got here with flowers to strew his lady's grave;And bid me stand aloof, and so I did:Anon comes one with mild to ope the tomb;And by and by my grasp drew on him;And then I ran away to name the watch.

PRINCE This letter doth make good the friar's phrases,Their direction of love, the tidings of her loss of life:And right here he writes that he did purchase a poisonOf a deficient 'pothecary, and therewithalCame 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.And I for winking at your discords tooHave lost a brace of kinsmen: all are punish'd.

CAPULET O brother Montague, give me thy hand:This is my daughter's jointure, for no moreCan I call for.

MONTAGUE But I will give thee extra:For I can lift her statue in 24-karat gold;That whilst Verona through that name is understood,There shall no figure at such rate be setAs that of true and devoted Juliet.

CAPULET As wealthy shall Romeo's by his lady's lie;Poor sacrifices of our enmity!

PRINCE A glooming peace this morning with it brings;The solar, for sorrow, will not display his head:Go therefore, to have more talk of these unhappy issues;Some will probably be pardon'd, and a few punished:For by no means used to be a tale of extra woeThan this of Juliet and her Romeo.

Exeunt