Two households, both alike in dignity,In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
Well then, saint, let lips do what hands do. I’m praying for you to kiss me. Please grant my prayer so my faith doesn’t turn to despair.
I trust your words. Just call me your love, and I will take a new name. From now on I will never be Romeo again.
May the heavens be happy with this holy act of marriage, so nothing unfortunate happens later to make us regret it.
Oh, I Am Fortune's Fool!
My body will be your sheath. Rust inside my body and let me die. (she stabs herself with ROMEO’s dagger and dies)