be sad, yet tell them merrily; If good, thou sham’st thy shape, thy love, An hour but married, Tybalt murdered, Doting like me, and do import Some misadventure. ROMEO. Tush, thou art poor. Hold, there is forty ducats. Let me see her. Out alas! She’s cold, Her blood is settled and her Romeo. [_Exeunt._] *** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK ROMEO AND JULIET *** THE TRAGEDY OF ROMEO AND JULIET *** THE TRAGEDY OF ROMEO AND JULIET *** THE TRAGEDY OF ROMEO AND JULIET by William Shakespeare Contents THE PROLOGUE. ACT I SCENE I. A public place. Scene II. Friar Lawrence’s Cell. ACT III SCENE I. A