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PARIS: |
Sweet flower, with flowers thy bridal bed I strew,-- |
O woe! thy canopy is dust and stones;-- |
Which with sweet water nightly I will dew, |
Or, wanting that, with tears distill'd by moans: |
The obsequies that I for thee will keep |
Nightly shall be to strew thy grave and weep. |
The boy gives warning something doth approach. |
What cursed foot wanders this way to-night, |
To cross my obsequies and true love's rite? |
What with a torch! muffle me, night, awhile. |
ROMEO: |
Give me that mattock and the wrenching iron. |
Hold, take this letter; early in the morning |
See thou deliver it to my lord and father. |
Give me the light: upon thy life, I charge thee, |
Whate'er thou hear'st or seest, stand all aloof, |
And do not interrupt me in my course. |
Why I descend into this bed of death, |
Is partly to behold my lady's face; |
But chiefly to take thence from her dead finger |
A precious ring, a ring that I must use |
In dear employment: therefore hence, be gone: |
But if thou, jealous, dost return to pry |
In what I further shall intend to do, |
By heaven, I will tear thee joint by joint |
And strew this hungry churchyard with thy limbs: |
The time and my intents are savage-wild, |
More fierce and more inexorable far |
Than empty tigers or the roaring sea. |
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: |
ROMEO: |
Thou detestable maw, thou womb of death, |
Gorged with the dearest morsel of the earth, |
Thus I enforce thy rotten jaws to open, |
And, in despite, I'll cram thee with more food! |
PARIS: |
This is that banish'd haughty Montague, |
That murder'd my love's cousin, with which grief, |
It is supposed, the fair creature died; |
And here is come to do some villanous shame |
To the dead bodies: I will apprehend him. |
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; |
Fly hence, and leave me: think upon these gone; |
Let them affright thee. I beseech thee, youth, |
Put not another sin upon my head, |
By urging me to fury: O, be gone! |
By heaven, I love thee better than myself; |
For I come hither arm'd against myself: |
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: |
Wilt thou provoke me? then have at thee, boy! |
PAGE: |
O Lord, they fight! I will go call the watch. |
PARIS: |
O, I am slain! |
If thou be merciful, |
Open the tomb, lay me with Juliet. |
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. |
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