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  • 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.
  • Paris: 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 shameTo the dead bodies. I will apprehend him.
  • 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! By heaven, 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.
  • 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. [Laying Paris in the vault] Death, lie thou there, by a dead man interred. [Turning away from Paris' body] 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?
  • O, I am slain! If thou be merciful, Open the tomb, lay me with Juliet.
  • I do defy thy conjurations,And apprehend thee for a felon here.
  • Wilt thou provoke me? Then have at thee, boy! [They fight]
  • 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. [Romeo sees Tybalt's body laid out nearby and addresses it] Tybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody sheet? O, 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!
  • Romeo kisses Juliet, then takes out the vial of poison and addresses it] 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! [He drinks the potion]
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