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136 ROMEO AND JULIET. I married them ; and their stolen marriage-day Was Tybalt's doomsday, whose untimely death Banish'd the new-made bridegroom from this city, For whom, and not for Tybalt, Juliet pin'd. You, to remove that siege of grief from her, Betroth'd and would have married her perforce To County Paris ; then comes she to me. And with wild looks bid me devise some means To rid her from this second marriage. Or in my cell there would she kill herself. Then gave I her, so tutor'd by my art, A sleeping potion ; which so took effect As I intended, for it wrought on her The form of death : meantime I writ to Eomeo, That he should hither come as this dire night, To help to take her from her borrow'd grave, Being the time the potion's force should cease. But he which bore my letter, Friar John, Was stay'd by accident, and yesternight Return'd 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.