Sweet flower, with flowers thy bridal bed I strew,--
woe! thy canopy is dust and stones;--
ROMEO and BALTHASAR, with a torch]
...upon thy life, I charge thee,
Whate'er thou hear'st or seest, stand all aloof,
do not interrupt me in my course....
will be gone, sir, and not trouble you.
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]
in despite, I'll cram thee with more food!
Stop thy unhallow'd toil, vile Montague!
Can vengeance be pursued further than death?
Condemned villain, I do apprehend thee:
and go with me; for thou must die.
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,
madman's mercy bade thee run away.
I do defy thy conjurations,
apprehend thee for a felon here. [They fight, and PARIS is slain]
...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
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!
drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die. [Dies]
FRIAR LAURENCE with lantern into the tomb]
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
guilty of this lamentable chance!
[waking] O comfortable friar! where is my lord?
I do remember well where I should be,
there I am. Where is my Romeo?
...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,
dare no longer stay.
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...
lips are warm....
Lead, boy: which way?
Yea, noise? then I'll be brief. O happy dagger!
This is thy sheath;
rust, and let me die. [dies]
Watchmen and guards]
[seeing the two bodies] Raise up the Montagues.