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 chambermaids. 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 Lawrence, with a lantern, crow, and spade.
FRIAR LAWRENCE.

Saint Francis be my speed. How oft tonight

Have my old feet stumbled at graves? Who’s there?

Who is it that consorts, so late, the dead?


BALTHASAR.

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


FRIAR LAWRENCE.

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 Capels’ monument.


BALTHASAR.

It doth so, holy sir, and there’s my master,

One that you love.


FRIAR LAWRENCE.

Who is it?


BALTHASAR.

Romeo.


FRIAR LAWRENCE.

How long hath he been there?


BALTHASAR.

Full half an hour.


FRIAR LAWRENCE.

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 LAWRENCE.