ACT V, middle of scene iii

ROMEO   In faith, I will. Let me peruse this face.
        Mercutio's kinsman, noble County Paris!
        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;
        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 tomb]

        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? O 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, liest 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
        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; O, 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, at the other end of the churchyard, FRIAR
        LAURENCE, with a lantern, crow, and spade]

FRIAR LAURENCE  Saint Francis be my speed! how oft to-night
        Have my old feet stumbled at graves! Who's there?

BALTHASAR       Here's one, a friend, and one that knows you well.

FRIAR LAURENCE  Bliss be upon you! Tell me, good my friend,
        What torch is yond, that vainly lends his light
        To grubs and eyeless skulls? as I discern,
        It burneth in the Capel's monument.

BALTHASAR       It doth so, holy sir; and there's my master,
        One that you love.

FRIAR LAURENCE                    Who is it?

BALTHASAR       Romeo.

FRIAR LAURENCE  How long hath he been there?

BALTHASAR       Full half an hour.

FRIAR LAURENCE  Go with me to the vault.

BALTHASAR       I dare not, 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.

FRIAR LAURENCE  Stay, then; I'll go alone. Fear comes upon me:
        O, much I fear some ill unlucky thing.

BALTHASAR       As I did sleep under this yew-tree here,
        I dreamt my master and another fought,
        And that my master slew him.

FRIAR LAURENCE  Romeo!

        [Advances]

        Alack, alack, what blood is this, which stains
        The stony entrance of this sepulchre?
        What mean these masterless and gory swords
        To lie discolour'd by this place of peace?

        [Enters the tomb]

        Romeo! O, 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.

        [JULIET wakes]

JULIET  O comfortable friar! where is my lord?
        I do remember well where I should be,
        And there I am. Where is my Romeo?

        [Noise within]

FRIAR LAURENCE  I hear some noise. 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.
        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 no longer stay.

JULIET  Go, get thee hence, for I will not away.

        [Exit FRIAR LAURENCE]

        What's here? a cup, closed in my true love's hand?
        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.


        [Kisses him]

        Thy lips are warm.

First Watchman  [Within]  Lead, boy: which way?

JULIET  Yea, noise? then I'll be brief. O happy dagger!

        [Snatching ROMEO's dagger]

        This is thy sheath;

        [Stabs herself]

        there rust, and let me die.

        [Falls on ROMEO's body, and dies]