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       Anon comes one with light to ope the tomb;

       And by-and-by my master drew on him;

       And then I ran away to call the watch.

       Prince.

       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 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 too,

       Have 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 more

       Can I demand.

       Montague.

       But I can give thee more:

       For I will raise her statue in pure gold;

       That while Verona by that name is known,

       There shall no figure at such rate be set

       As that of true and faithful Juliet.

       Capulet.

       As rich shall Romeo’s by his lady’s lie;

       Poor sacrifices of our enmity!

       Prince.

       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 pardon’d, and some punished;

       For never was a story of more woe

       Than this of Juliet and her Romeo.

       [Exeunt.]

       THE END