Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1596 [1594-1596] (Annals) tragedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T15 Friars and holy orders in plot typicality 0.86 · 484 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T15: friar, lord, holy, friars, robin, peggy, lacie, angelo, love, nun.
Returned my Letter back. Then all alone, At the prefixed hour of her waking, Came I to take her from her Kindred's vault, Meaning to keep her closely at my Cell, Till I conveniently could send to Romeo. But when I came (some Minute ere the time Of her awaking) here untimely lay The Noble Paris, and true Romeo dead. She wakes, and I entreated her come forth, And bear this work of Heaven, with patience: But then, a noise did scare me from the Tomb, And she (too desperate) would not go with me, But (as it seems) did violence on herself. All this I know, and to the Marriage her Nurse is privy: And if aught in this miscarried by my fault, Let my old life be sacrificed, some hour before the time, Unto the rigour of severest Law. We still have known thee for a Holy man. Where's Romeo's man? What can he say to this? I brought my Master news of Iuliets death, And then in post he came from Mantua To this same place, to this same Monument. This Letter he early bid me give his Father, And threatened me with death, going in the Vault, If I departed not, and left him there. Give me the Letter, I will look on it. Where is the Counties Page that raised the Watch? Sirrah, what made your Master in this place? 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 open the Tomb, And by and by my Master drew on him, And then I ran away to call the Watch. 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 Of a poor Pothecary, and therewithal Came to this Vault to dye, and lie with Iuliet. 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. O Brother Montague, give me thy hand, This is my Daughter's jointure, for no more Can I demand. But I can give thee more: For I will raise her Statue in pure Gold, That whiles Verona by that name is known, There shall no figure at that Rate be set, As that of True and Faithful Iuliet. As rich shall Romeo by his Lady lie, Poor sacrifices of our enmity. A glooming peace this morning with it brings, The Sun for sorrow will not show his head; Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things, Some shall be pardoned, and some punished. For never was a Story of more Woe, Then this of Iuliet, and her Romeo.
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Return'd my Letter backe. Then all alone, At the prefixed houre of her waking, Came I to take her from her Kindreds vault, Meaning to keepe her cloſely at my Cell, Till I conueniently could ſend to Romeo. But when I came (ſome Minute ere the time Of her awaking) heere vntimely lay The Noble Paris, and true Romeo dead. Shee wakes, and I intreated her come foorth, And beare this worke of Heauen, with patience: But then, a noyſe did ſcarre me from the Tombe, And ſhe (too deſperate) would not go with me, But (as it ſeemes) did violence on her ſelfe. All this I know, and to the Marriage her Nurſe is priuy: And if ought in this miſcarried by my fault, Let my old life be ſacrific'd, ſome houre before the time, Vnto the rigour of ſeuereſt Law. We ſtill haue knowne thee for a Holy man. Where's Romeo's man? What can he ſay to this? I brought my Maſter newes of Iuliets death, And then in poſte he came from Mantua To this ſame place, to this ſame Monument. This Letter he early bid me giue his Father, And threatned me with death, going in the Vault, If I departed not, and left him there. Giue me the Letter, I will look on it. Where is the Counties Page that rais'd the Watch? Sirra, what made your Maſter in this place? He came with flowres to ſtrew his Ladies graue, And bid me ſtand aloofe, and ſo I did: Anon comes one with light to ope the Tombe, And by and by my Maiſter drew on him, And then I ran away to call the Watch. This Letter doth make good the Friers words, Their courſe of Loue, the tydings of her death: And heere he writes, that he did buy a poyſon Of a poore Pothecarie, and therewithall Came to this Vault to dye, and lye with Iuliet. Where be theſe Enemies? Capulet, Mountague, See what a ſcourge is laide vpon your hate, That Heauen finds meanes to kill your ioyes with Loue; And I, for winking at your diſcords too, Haue loſt a brace of Kinſmen: All are puniſh'd. O Brother Mountague, giue me thy hand, This is my Daughters ioynture, for no more Can I demand. But I can giue thee more: For I will raiſe her Statue in pure Gold, That whiles Ʋerona by that name is knowne, There ſhall no figure at that Rate be ſet, As that of True and Faithfull Iuliet. As rich ſhall Romeo by his Lady ly, Poore ſacrifices of our enmity. A glooming peace this morning with it brings, The Sunne for ſorrow will not ſhew his head; Go hence, to haue more talke of theſe ſad things, Some ſhall be pardon'd, and ſome puniſhed. For neuer was a Storie of more Wo, Then this of Iuliet, and her Romeo.