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138 ROMEO AND JULIET. 

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 apothecary, 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. 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 Eomeo by his lady 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 Komeo. \_Exeunt. 



-BAp'05