Woe is Riverside, the thrilling conclusion
Act 5, Scene 3.
Scene 3. A churchyard; in it a tomb belonging to the Lugos.
Friar Francona
Riverside!
Advances
Alack, alack, what blood is this, which stains
The stony entrance of this sepulchre?
What mean these masterless and gory swords
To lie discolour'd by this place of peace?
Enters the tomb
Riverside! O, pale! Who else? what, GIARSF too?
And steep'd in blood? Ah, what an unkind hour
Is guilty of this lamentable chance!
The shortstop stirs.
JULIO wakes
JULIO
Go, get thee hence, for I will not away.
Exit FRIAR FRANCONA
What's here? a cup, closed in my true love's hand?
Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end:
O churl! drunk all, and left no friendly drop
To help me after? I will kiss thy lips;
Haply some poison yet doth hang on them,
To make die with a restorative.
Kisses him
Thy lips are warm.
First Baseman Youkilis
Lead, boy: which way?
JULIO
Yea, noise? then I'll be brief. O happy dagger!
Snatching RIVERSIDE's dagger
This is thy sheath;
Stabs himself
there rust, and let me die.
Falls on RIVERSIDE's body, and dies