Romeo + Juliet Page #8

CRUSTY:

Such mortal drugs I have, but Verona's law is death

to any that utters them.

ROMEO:

The world is not thy friend, nor the worlds law. Then

be not poor, but break it, and take this.

CRUSTY:

My poverty, but not my will consents.

ROMEO:

I pay thy poverty, and not thy will.

CRUSTY:

Drink it off and, if you had the strength of twenty

men it would dispatch you straight.

ROMEO:

Here is my gold. Worse poison to men's souls, than

these poor compounds that thou mayest not sell.

FATHER LAWRENCE:

The letter was of dear import.

CLERK:

I could not send it nor get a messenger to bring it

thee.

FATHER LAWRENCE:

The neglecting it may do much damage.

ROMEO:

Live and be prosperous; and farewell good fellow.

BALTHASAR:

Then I'll leave thee.

ROMEO:

Tempt not a desperate man!

CAPTIAN PRINCE:

Hold! Hold!

ROMEO:

O my love, my wife, Death that hath sucked the honey

of thy breath, hath no power yet upon thy beauty,

thou art not conquered. Beauty's ensign yet is

crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, and death's

pale flag is not advanced there. Ah, dear Juliet, why

art thou yet so fair? Shall I believe that

unsubstantial death is amorous and keeps thee here in

the dark to be his paramour? For fear of that I still

will stay thee. Here, oh, 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 to breath, seal with a righteous kiss. A

dateless bargain, to engrossing death.

JULIET:

Romeo. What's here? Poison. Drunk all, and left no

friendly drop to help me after. I will kiss thy lips.

Happily some poison yet doth hang on them. Thy lips

are warm.

ROMEO:

Thus..... with a kiss...... I die.

CAPTIAN PRINCE:

See what a scourge is laid upon your hate, that

heaven finds means to kill your joys with love. And

I, for winking at your discords too, have lost a

brace of kinsman. All are Punished. ALL ARE PUNISHED!

ANCHOR WOMAN:

A glooming peace this morning with it brings, the

sun, for sorrow will not show his head. Go hence, to

have more talk of these sad things. Some shall be

pardoned and some punished. For never was a story of

more woe, than this of Juliet and her Romeo.

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