Renato Castellani's Romeo and Juliet, death scene

 
 

PARIS 

Stop thy unhallow'd toil, vile Montague! 

Can vengeance be pursued further than death? 

Condemned villain, I do apprehend thee: 

Obey, and go with me; for thou must die. 
 

ROMEO 

I must indeed; and therefore came I hither. 

Good gentle youth, tempt not a desperate man...

I beseech thee, youth, 

Put not another sin upon my head, 

By urging me to fury: O, be gone!... 

Stay not, be gone; live, and hereafter say, 

A madman's mercy bade thee run away. 
 

PARIS 

I do defy thy conjurations, 

And apprehend thee for a felon here. [ROMEO strikes him]

If thou be merciful, 

Open the tomb, lay me with Juliet. [dies]

ROMEO 

In faith, I will...

What said my man, when my betossed soul 

Did not attend him as we rode? I think 

He told me Paris should have married Juliet: 

Said he not so? or did I dream it so? 

Or am I mad, hearing him talk of Juliet, 

To think it was so? O, give me thy hand, 

One writ with me in sour misfortune's book! 

I'll bury thee in a triumphant grave; 

How oft when men are at the point of death 

Have they been merry! which their keepers call 

A lightning before death: O, how may I 

Call this a lightning? [enters the tomb, sees JULIET, falls in grief]

O my love! my wife! 

Death, that hath sucked the honey of thy breath, 

Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty: 

Thou art not conquered; beauty's ensign yet 

Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, 

And death's pale flag is not advanced there. 

Tybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody sheet? 

O, what more favor 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 

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 still will stay with thee; 

And never from this palace of dim night 

Depart again: here, here will I remain...

And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars 

From this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last. 

Arms, 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, unsavory guide! [takes out dagger]

Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on 

The dashing rocks thy sea-sick weary bark! 
 

[Enter, at the other end of the churchyard, FRIAR LAURENCE. Sees the dead PARIS and covers his head with a cloth]
 

FRIAR LAURENCE 

Romeo, Romeo, Romeo! 

[enters the tomb] Romeo! O, pale!...
 

JULIET 

[waking] O comfortable friar! where is my lord? 

I do remember well where I should be, 

And there I am. Where is my Romeo? 
 

FRIAR LAURENCE 

...Lady, come from that nest 

Of death, contagion, and unnatural sleep: [she sees the dead ROMEO]

A greater power than we can contradict 

Hath thwarted our intents. Come, come away...

Come, go, good Juliet, 

I dare no longer stay. 
 

JULIET 

...Thy lips are warm. [quickly taking the dagger as FRIAR LAURENCE looks away]

[stabbing herself] This is thy sheath; there rust, and let me die.