Romeo (15)
Thou detestable maw, thou womb of death,
Gorged with the dearest morsel of the earth,
Thus I enforce thy rotten jaws to open,
And in despite I'll cram thee with more food!
[Opens the tomb] ⏭️
Paris (15)
This is that banished haughty Montague,
That murdered 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.
(15) [Comes forward]
Stop thy unhallowed toil, vile Montague!
Can vengeance be pursued further than death?
Condemned villain, I do apprehend thee.
Obey and go with me, for thou must die.
⏭️
Romeo (40)
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!
I swear, I love thee better than myself,
For I come hither armed against myself.
Stay not, be gone; live, and hereafter say
A madman's mercy bid thee run away.
(20)
Paris
I do defy thy conjurations,
And apprehend thee for a felon here.
Romeo
Wilt thou provoke me? Then have at thee, boy!
⏭️[Draw swords & fight]
15 Injure Romeo
10 (Romeo getting up) → fight more
15 Injure Paris
Paris (10)
[Dramatic fall]
O, I am slain! If thou be merciful,
Lay me in a glorious grave.
Romeo (60)
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? 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 lantern, slaughtered youth,
For here lies Juliet, and her beauty makes
This vault a feasting presence full of light.
⏭️
MOVE PARIS (20) [Laying Paris in the vault]
Death, lie thou there, by a dead man interred.
[Turning away from Paris' body]
⏭️
☠️ (15)
How oft when men are at the point of death
Have they been merry, which their keepers call
A lightning before death. O, how may I
Call this a lightning?
💓 (30) [Looking upon Juliet's body]
O my love, my wife,
Death, that hath sucked the honey of thy breath,
Hath had 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.
⏭️
😣 (20-20-20-10)
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 chamber-maids. 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!
⏭️
(10) [Takes out the vial of poison and addresses it]
🎭 (20)
Come, bitter conduct, come, unsavory guide,
Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on
The dashing rocks thy sea-sick weary bark!
Here's to my love!
(10) [He drinks the potion & DROP]
FINAL (15)
O true apothecary,
Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die.
(15) [Fall & Dies.]
