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I am content, so thou wilt have it so.
JULIET'S RESOLUTION. O bid me leap, rather than marry Paris, From off the battlements of yonder tower; Or walk in thievish ways; or bid me lurk Where serpents are; chain me with roaring bears: Or shut me nightly in a charnel-house, O’er cover'd quite with dead men's rattling bones, With reeky shanks, and yellow chapless skulls; Or bid me go into a new-made grave, And hide me with a dead man in his shroud; Things that, to hear them told, have made me
tremble; And I will do it without fear or doubt, To live an unstain'd wife to my sweet love. JULIET'S SOLILOQUY ON DRINKING THE OPIATE.
Farewell !--God knows, when we shall meet again. I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins, That almost freezes up the heat of life: I'll call them back again to comfort me;Nurse!-What should she do here? My dismal scene I needs must act alone.-Come, phial. What if this mixture do not work at all? Must I of force be married to the county? No, no;—this shall forbid it:--lie thou there.
(Laying down a dagger. What if it be a poison, which the friar Subtly hath ministerd io have me dead; Lest in this marriage he should be dishonour'd,
• Reflection of the moon. † Inclination.
JOY CHANGED TO SORROW
All things, that we ordained festival,
DISCOURSE WITH THE
Who calls so loud?
Hold, there is forty ducats; let me have
Ap. Such mortal drugs I have; but Mantua's law Is death to any he that utters them.
Rom. Art thou so bare, and full of wretchedness,
Ap. My poverty, but not my will, consents.
Ap. Put this in any liquid thing you will,
souls, Doing more murders in this loathsome world, Than these poor compounds that thou may'st not sell: I sell thee poison, thou hast sold me none. Farewell; buy food, and get thyself in flesh.
Par. Stop thy unhallow'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.
Rom. 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 aftright thee.--I beseech thee, youth, Heap not another sin upon my head, By urging me to fury: 0, be gone! By heaven, I love thee better than myself: For I come hither, arm'd against myself:
THE CONTEST OF ROMEO AND PARIS.
Stay not, begone:-live, and hereafter say~
Par. I do defy thy conjurations, *
Par. O, I am slain! [Falls.]-If thou be merciful, Open the tomb, lay me with Juliet.
[Dies. Rom. 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 !- give me thy hand, One writ with me in sour misfortune's book! ROMEO'S LAST SPEECH OVER JULIET IN THE TOMB
0, 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 conquerd; 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? 0, 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 will still 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; * I refuse to do as thou conjurest me to do, i. e. depart.