I’m spreading flowers over your bridal bed. My nightly rituals to remember you will be to put flowers on your grave and weep.
The boy is warning me that someone approaches. It’s someone with a torch! I must hide in the darkness for awhile.
Give me that pickax and the crowbar. Here, take this letter. Deliver it to my father. Swear on your life, whatever you hear or see, do not interrupt me in my plan. I swear I’ll tear you apart limb by limb
I’ll go, sir, and I won’t bother you.
You horrible mouth of death! You’ve eaten up the dearest creature on Earth. Now I’m going to force open your rotten jaws and make you eat another body
It’s that arrogant Montague. He’s the one who murdered my love’s cousin Tybalt. This guy has come here to commit necrophilia.