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I'll bury thee in a triumphant grave,
A grave? O, no; a lantern, slaughter'd youth,
For here lies Juliet, and her beauty makes
This vault a feasting presence full of light,
Death, lie thou there, by a dead man interr'd.
Laying Paris in the Monument.
How oft when men are at the point of death
Have they been merry? which their keepers call
A lightning before death: 0, how may I
Call this a lightning ?-0, my love! my wife!
Death that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath,
Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty :
Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's ensign yet
Is crimson in thy lips, and in thy cheeks,
And death's pale flag is not advanced there.
Tybalt, ly'st thou there in thy bloody sheet ?
O, what more favour can I do to thee,
Than with that hand that cut thy youth in twain,
To sunder his that was thine enemy?
Forgive me, cousin !-Ah, dear Juliet,
Why art thou yet so fair ? Shall I believe
Į will believe (come lie thou in my arms)
That unsubstantial death is amorous;
And that the lean abhorred monster keeps
Thee here in dark to be his paramour.
For fear of that, I will still stay with thee;
And never from this palace of dim night
Depart again : here, here will I remain
With worms that are thy chamber-maids; O, here
Will I set up my everlasting rest;
And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars
From this world-wearied fesh.--Eyes, look your
Arins, take your last embrace! and lips, O you
The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss
A dateless bargain to engrossing death!-
Come, bitter conduct come, unsavoury guide!
Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on
The dashing rocks thy sea-sick weary
Here's to thy health, where'er thou tumblest in : 240
Here's to my love!—[Drinks] 0, true apothecary
Thy drugs are quick.-Thus with a kiss I die. [Dies.
Enter Friar LAWRENCE, with a Lantern, Crow, and
Law. Saint Francis be my speed! how oft to.
old feet stumbled at graves ?-Who's there?
Balth. Here's one, a friend, and one that knows
Law. Bliss be upon you ? Tell me, good my
What torch is yond', that vainly lends his light
To grubs and eyeless sculls ? as I discern,
It burneth in the Capulets' monument.
Balth. It doth so, holy sir ; and there's my master One that you love.
Law. Who is it?
Law. How long hath he been there?
Balth. Full half an hour.
Law, Go with me to the vault.
Balth. I dare pot, sir :
My master knows not, but I am gone hence;
And fearfully did menace me with death,
If I did stay to look on his intents.
260 Law. Stay then, I'll go alone: Fear comes upon
0, much I fear some ill unlucky thing.
Balth. As I did sleep under this yew-tree here,
I dreamt my master and another fought,
And that my master slew him.
Alack, alack, what blood is this, which stains
The stony entrance of this sepulchre -
What mean these imasterless and gory swords
To lie discolour'd by this place of peace ? 270
Romeo! 0, pale!--Who else? what, Paris too ?
And steep'd in blood ?--Ah, what an unkind hour
Is guilty of this lamentable chance !
The lady stirs.
Jul. [waking.) 0, comfortable friar! where is my
I do remember well where I should be,
And there I am ;-Where is my
Law. I hear some noise.--Lady, come from that
nest Of death, contagion, and unnatural sleep; A greater Power than we can contradict
280 Hath thwarted our intents; come, come away: Thy husband in thy bosom there lies dead; And Paris too; come, I'll dispose of thee Among a sisterhood of holy nuns : Stay not to question, for the watch is coming ; Come, go, good Juliet,--[Noise again.] I dare stay
no longer. Jul. Go, get thee hence, for I will not away : What's here? a cup, clos'd in my true love's hand ? Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end : O churl! drink all; and leave no friendly drop, 290 To help me after?-I will kiss thy lips; Haply, some poison yet doth hang on them, To make me die with a restorative.
[Kisses him. Thy lips are warm! · Watch. [within.] Lead, boy :- Which way? ful. Yea, noise ?—then I'll be brief.-0 happy
dagger! (Snatching Romeo's Dagger, This is thy sheath; [stabs herself.] there rust, and
let me die.
Enter Watch, with the Page of Paris. Page. This is the place; there; where the torch
doth burn. Watch. The ground is bloody; Search about the church-yard;