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Romeo expresses his intent to retrieve a precious ring from Juliet's dead finger, warning Balthasar to leave him alone or face dire consequences. He confronts the tomb, filled with rage and determination, while Paris recognizes him as the banished Montague and accuses him of intending harm to the deceased. The tension escalates as Paris prepares to confront Romeo.

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Romeo expresses his intent to retrieve a precious ring from Juliet's dead finger, warning Balthasar to leave him alone or face dire consequences. He confronts the tomb, filled with rage and determination, while Paris recognizes him as the banished Montague and accuses him of intending harm to the deceased. The tension escalates as Paris prepares to confront Romeo.

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And do not interrupt me in my course.

Why I descend into this bed of death


Is partly to behold my lady’s face,
But chiefly to take thence from her dead finger
A precious ring, a ring that I must use
In dear employment. Therefore hence, be gone.
But if thou jealous dost return to pry
In what I further shall intend to do,
By heaven I will tear thee joint by joint,
And strew this hungry churchyard with thy limbs.
The time and my intents are savage-wild;
More fierce and more inexorable far
Than empty tigers or the roaring sea.
BALTHASAR.
I will be gone, sir, and not trouble you.
ROMEO.
So shalt thou show me friendship. Take thou that.
Live, and be prosperous, and farewell, good fellow.
BALTHASAR.
For all this same, I’ll hide me hereabout.
His looks I fear, and his intents I doubt.
[Retires]
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,
[Breaking open the door of the monument.]
And in despite, I’ll cram thee with more food.
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.

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