...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 will stay with thee, And never from this palace of dim night Depart again. Here, here I will remain With worms that are thy chambermaids; 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 righteous kiss A dateless bargain to engrossing death! 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 ! O true apothecary!Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die.
What's here? A cup clos'd 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. ... ...Then I'll be brief. O happy dagger, This is thy sheath; there rust, and let me die.