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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 chamber-maids; 0, 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 embracel 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!
The design represents Romeo drinking the poison, a few moments before Juliet wakes from her stupor.
0, true Apothecary! Thy drugs are quick. — Thus with a kiss I die, »
ROMEO AND JULIET.
ACT V. SCENE 3.
In this design, Juliet is represented awaking from of grief caused by Romeo's exile. The various partiher lethargic state : she finds her husband dead by culars of the sad catastrophe before them, are gaher side, and she sees she fatal cup, which his hand thered from Friar Laurence, whose kind intentions still clenches :
to remove Juliet from the tomb have been so cruelly Where is my lord ?
thwarted. The Prince then addresses the heads of I do remember well where I should be,
the two hostile houses :And there I am:
See, what a scourge is laid upon your hate, Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end :
That heaven finds means to kill your joys with love! O churll drink all; and leave no friendly drop,
And I, for winking at your discords too,
Have lost a brace of kinsmen :To help me after? - I will kiss thy lips :
all are punish'd. Haply, some poison yet doth hang on them,
Capulet. O, brother Montague , give me thy hand: To make me die with a restorative.
This is my daughter's jointure, for no more
Can I demand,
(Kissing him.) Thy lips are warm!
Montague. But I can give thee more:
For I will raise her statue in pure gold; Yea, noise? then I'll be brief. – 0 happy dagger!
That while Verona by that name is known,
There shall no figure at such rate be set, (Snatching Romeo's dagger.)
As that of true and faithful Juliet. This is thy sheath; (Stabs herself) there rust, and let me
Capulet. As rich shall Romeo by his lady lie;
Poor sacrifices of our enmity! Thus, before the City-Watch, alarmed by the Paince. A glooming peace this morning with it brings; Page of Paris, arrives, Juliet falls on Romeo’s body
The sun, for sorrow, will not show his head: and dies. Subsequently, the prince and his atten
Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things; dants, followed by the Capulets, enter the vault;
Some shall be pardon'd, and some punished :
For never was a story of more woe, as also Montague, whose wife is dead from excess Than this of Juliet and her Romeo.