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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 chambermaides; O! here
Will I set up my everlasting rest,
And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars
From this wold wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last!
Arms, take you last embrace! and, lips,
O you the doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss
A dateless bargain of 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.)

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Paris falls:
O, I am slain!---If thou be merciful,
Open the tomb, lay me with Juliet.
(Dies.)

Romeo:

In faith, I will. Let me peruse this face:
Mercutio's kinsman, noble Count 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 lanthorn, 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.)
How oft when men are at the point of death
Have they been merry! which 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.

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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 heave, 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!
(They fight.)

Enter Page:
O Lord! they fight: I will go call the watch.
(Exit.)

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Enter the Chorus

Thou detestable maw, thou womb of death,
Gorg'd with the dearest morsel of the earth,

Enter Romeo:

Thou detestable maw, thou womb of death,
Gorg'd with the dearest morsel of the earth,
Thus I enforce thy rotten jaws to open,
(Opens the tomb.)
And, in despite, I'll cram thee with more food!

Enter 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 villainous shame
to the dead bodies: I will apprehend him. --
(Comes forward.)
Stop thy hallow'd toil, vile Montague,
Can vengeance be pursu'd further than death?
Condemned villain, I do apprehend thee,
Obey, and go with me; for thou must die.

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