Live, and be prosperous: and farewell, good fellow.
[entering the tomb and seeing Juliet]
...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.
[sees Tybalt] 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
With worms that are thy chamber-maids... [cries]
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... [cries]
Here's to my love! [drinks]
with a kiss I die. [dies]
at the other end of the churchyard, FRIAR LAURENCE, with a lantern]
...How long hath you been there?
half an hour.
with me to the vault.
I dare not, sir
master knows not but I am gone hence...
Stay, then; I'll go alone. Fear comes upon me:
O, much I fear some ill unlucky thing.
[entering tomb and seeing Romeo]
Romeo! O, pale! Who else? what, Paris too?
And steep'd in blood? 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?
hear some noise.
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 along.
The watch is coming...
[Juliet sees the dead Romeo]
Come, go, good Juliet,
I dare no longer stay. I dare no longer stay. Juliet!
dare no longer stay, I dare no longer stay! [Exit FRIAR LAURENCE]
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.
Thy lips are warm. [cries] Oh, no, no!
Yea, noise? No! Then I'll be brief. O happy dagger!
This is thy sheath; there rust, and let me die. [Falls on ROMEO's body, and dies]