Act 5, scene 2

INT.FRIAR LAWRENCE’S CELL.EARLY EVENING

FRIAR LAWRENCE is in his cell doodling around

Slight noise off stage

FRIAR LAWRENCE
O hey, what haste is here?

FRAIR JOHN enters

This should be the voice of Friar John! Welcome back from

mantua my dear friend. What say’s Romeo?

Silence.

FRIAR LAWRENCE notices a discomforting look on FRIAR JOHN’S

face.

FRIAR LAWRENCE
Why is thou so pale?

FRIAR JOHN
Going to find a barefoot brother out, one of our order, to
associate me, here in the city visiting the sick, and finding
him, the searches of the town, suspecting that we both were in
a house, where the infectious pestilence did reign, Sealed up
the doors and would not let us forth.

FRAIR JOHN slowly takes the letter out from behind his back.

So that my speed to mantua there was stayed.

FRIAR LAWRENCE
Who bare my letter, then, to Romeo?

FRIAR JOHN
I could not send it, here it is again.

FRIAR JOHN hands FRIAR LAWRENCE the letter.

Nor could I get a messenger to bring to thee, so fearful were

they of infection.

FRIAR LAWRENCE
O holy unblessit sight! By my brotherhood, the letter was not
nice but full of charge, of dear import, and the neglecting it
 may do much danger…Friar John, go hence. Get me and iron
crowbar and bring it straight unto my cell.

Act 5, scene 3
INT. JULIET’S TOMB. NIGHT

PARIS ENTERS.

PARIS
Give me thy torch, boy, put it out, for I would not be seen.
Whistle then to me, as signal that thou hear’st something
approach. Give me those flowers. Do as I bid thee, go.

PAGE exits.

PARIS scatters flowers at Juliet’s closed tomb.

PARIS
Sweet flower, with flower’s thy bridal bed I strew- O woe!
With sweet water nightly I will dew.

PAGE whistles.

PARIS
Who forth thou comes?

ROMEO and BALTHASAR enter talking to one another.

ROMEO
Give me the pickaxe and the crowbar. That’s the way to show me
friendship.

BALTHASAR
I'll go, sir, and I won't bother you.

ROMEO
Live and be prosperous. Farewell, good fellow.

BALTHASAR exits as ROMEO turns toward the tomb.

PARIS
Stop thou vile Montague, can vengeance be pursued further than
death? Condemned villain, I do apprehend thee.

ROMEO
Paris? I am in no mood to argue.

ROMEO walks towards the tomb and PARIS blocks his path

Paris I beg you, don’t make me angry.

PARIS
Thou hast no right to be present here.

ROMEO
I have more right than your ringless hand.

PARIS
Thou speaks of what?

PARIS get’s right in Romeo’s face.

ROMEO
I have more right than your ringless hand…when her hand is
already taken.

ROMEO shows PARIS his hand.

PARIS
What’s this?

ROMEO
Juliet did not love you, now leave me and go! It’s me she
loved.

ROMEO brushes passed PARIS’S shoulder.

PARIS pulls ROMEO’S shoulder back towards him.

PARIS
You speak such treason, come and fight me you villainous
Montague!

PARIS shoves ROMEO.

ROMEO
You trying to provoke me? Alright, let’s fight!

ROMEO AND PARIS fight. ROMEO hits PARIS around the head with
the crowbar. PARIS dies.

ROMEO
 I have never touched a hand as cold as this. Yet it has not yet
ruined your beauty… words cannot express the sheer guilt I feel for
my part in Tybalt’s death, yet I do not feel guilt for my reasons
why. I never intended to cause your family harm… I never intended to
cause you, my sweet love, any harm. I’ll rest here forever with you.
Eyes look out here for the last time! Arms make your last embrace
and lips you are the doors of breath. Seal with a righteous kiss the
deal I have made with death forever.

ROMEO kisses Juliet. He then takes out the poison, holds it up

against his mouth about to drink it, but, he hesitates and puts the
vile down. He looks at JULIET.

ROMEO
Come bitter poison. Here’s to my love.

ROMEO drinks the poison and dies.

FRIAR LAWRENCE enters.

FRIAR LAWRENCE
What blood is this, which stains the stony entrance of sepulcher to
lie discoloured by this place of peace?

JULIET stirs and wakes up.

JULIET
Oh Friar thank goodness it’s you, where is my Romeo?

FRAIE LAWRENCE
Thy husband in thy bosom there lies dead and Paris to. Come I’ll
dispose of thee among a sisterhood of holy nuns.

JULIET
No please Friar, leave me with him, I’m not going anywhere!

FRIAR LAWRENCE exits.

I see poison has been the cause of his death and he drank it all.
Perhaps there’s still some on your lips to make me die with a
poisoned kiss.

JULIET kisses ROMEO.

Noise offstage.

JULIET
What’s that noise? Oh then I’ll be quick. Oh, good, a knife! My body
will be your sheath. Let me die.

JULIET stabs herself and dies.

WATCHMAN and PARIS’S PAGE enter.

CHIEF WATCHMAN
Pitiful sight! Here lies the county slain, And Juliet bleeding, warm
and newly dead. Run to the Capulet's. Raise up the Montagues!
Wait in safety till the prince come hither.

PRINCE enters with the families.

LADY CAPULET
O the people in the street cry “Romeo”, some “Juliet”, and some
“Paris.”

CAPULET
O heavens! O wife, look how our daughter bleeds!

LADY CAPULET
Oh my! This sight of death is as a bell, that warns my old age to a
sepulcher.

MONTAGUE enters

MONTAGUE
Alas, my liege, my wife is dead tonight. Grief of my son’s exile
hath stopped her breath. What further woe conspires against mine
age?

PRINCE
Look and thou shall see

MONTAGUE
O thou untaught! It’s not right for a child to press before thy
father to a grave.

PRINCE
Seal up the mouth of outrage for a while, till we can clear these
ambiguities. And let mischance be slave to patience—
Bring forth the parties of suspicion.

FRIAR LAWRENCE and BALTHASAR enter, being escorted by the WATCHMEN

FRIAR LAWRENCE
I am the greatest, able to do least, yet most suspected, as the time
and place doth make against me, of this direful murder. And here I
stand, both to impeach and purge, Myself condemned and myself
excused.

PRINCE
Then say at once what thou dost know in this.

FRIAR LAWRENCE
I will be brief. Romeo, there dead, was husband to that Juliet, and
she, there dead, that Romeo’s faithful wife. I married them, and
their stol’n marriage day was Tybalt’s doomsday, whose untimely
death banished the new bridegroom from the city. Then she comes she
to me, and with wild looks bid me to devise some mean to rid her
from this second marriage to county Paris, or in my cell she would
kill herself. Then gave I her, so tutored 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 Romeo, that he should hither
come as this dire night, to help to take her from her borrowed
grave. But he which bore my letter, Friar John, was stayed by
accident, and yesternight Returned my letter back. But when I came,
some minute ere the time of her awakening, here untimely lay the
noble Paris and true Romeo dead. And she, too desperate, 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 his time unto the rigor
of severest law.

PRINCE
We still have known thee to be a holy man. Where’s Romeo’s man? What
can he say in this?

BALTHASAR
I told Romeo the news of Juliet’s death and then he travelled from
Mantua here to this tomb. Earlier he asked me to give this letter to
his father.

PRINCE
Give me this letter. (skimming the letter) This letter doth make
good the Friar’s words, their course of love, the tidings of her
death. Where be these enemies? Capulets! Montagues! See what a
scourge is laid upon your hate, that heaven finds means to kill your
joys with love! All are punished.

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 whiles 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.

CHORUS
We settle a dark peace this morning. The sun is too sad to show
itself. Let’s go, to talk about these sad things some more. Some
will be pardoned, and some will be punished. For never was a story
of more woe, than this of Juliet and her Romeo.

All exit.