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!
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.
Can vengeance be pursued further than death?Condemnèd villain, I do apprehend thee.Obey and go with me, for thou must die.
Wilt thou provoke me? Then have at thee, boy!
Oh, I am slain! If thou be merciful,Open the tomb. Lay me with Juliet.
Here’s to my love!The dashing rocks thy seasick, weary bark. Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on Come, bitter conduct, come, unsavory guide. A dateless bargain to engrossing death. The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss
What’s here? A cup, closed in my true love’s hand? Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end. O churl, drunk all, and left no friendly drop. To help me after? I will kiss thy lips. Haply some poison yet doth hang on them, To make me die with a restorative. Thy lips are warm.
Yea, noise? Then I’ll be brief. O happy dagger,This is thy sheath. There rust and let me die.