PARIS
Sweet flower, with flowers thy bridal bed I strew,--
O
woe! thy canopy is dust and stones;--
[Enter
ROMEO and BALTHASAR, with a torch]
ROMEO
...upon thy life, I charge thee,
Whate'er thou hear'st or seest, stand all aloof,
And
do not interrupt me in my course....
BALTHASAR
I
will be gone, sir, and not trouble you.
ROMEO
So shalt thou show me friendship. Take thou that:
Live, and be prosperous: and farewell, good fellow. [BALTHASAR exits]
Thou detestable maw, thou womb of death,
Gorged with the dearest morsel of the earth,
Thus I enforce thy rotten jaws to open, [opens tomb]
And,
in despite, I'll cram thee with more food!
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.
...I beseech thee, youth,
Put not another sin upon my head,
By urging me to fury...
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. [They fight, and PARIS is slain]
ROMEO
...O, give me thy hand,
One writ with me in sour misfortune's book!
I'll bury thee in a triumphant grave;
A grave? O no! a lantern, slaughtered 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 tomb]
...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.
...Ah, dear Juliet...I still will stay with thee;
And never from this palace of dim night
Depart again...here
Will I set up my everlasting rest,
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, unsavoury guide.
Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on
The dashing rocks thy sea-sick weary bark.
Here's to my love. [Drinks]
O true apothecary!
Thy
drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die. [Dies]
[Enter
FRIAR LAURENCE with lantern into the tomb]
FRIAR LAURENCE
Romeo! [stumbles over sword]
Alack, alack, what blood is this...
What mean these masterless and gory swords
To lie discolored by this place of peace? [discovers ROMEO's body]
...Ah, what an unkind hour
Is
guilty of this lamentable chance!
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:
A greater power than we can contradict
Hath thwarted our intents. Come, come away. [gestures to ROMEO's body]
Thy husband...there lies dead;
...Stay not to question, for the watch is coming;
Come, go, good Juliet,
I
dare no longer stay.
JULIET
Go, get thee hence, for I will not away. [Exit FRIAR LAURENCE]
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...
Thy
lips are warm....
WATCHMAN
[VO]
Lead, boy: which way?
JULIET
Yea, noise? then I'll be brief. O happy dagger!
This is thy sheath;
There
rust, and let me die. [dies]
[Enter
Watchmen and guards]
WATCHMAN
[seeing the two bodies] Raise up the Montagues.