Oh. I've been killed1 If you are merciful, open the thomb and lav me next to Juliet.
Alright. I will. Oh. Give me your hand. Both os us had such bad luck! I'll bury you in a magnificent grave.
How often are men happy right before they die! They call it the lightness before death. Oh. How can I call this lightness?Come, bitter poison, come, unsavory guide!
What's here? A cup, closed in my true love's hand? Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end...I will kiss thy lips. Happly some poison yet doth hang on them to make me die with a restorative....Thy lips are warms! Yea noise? Then I'll be brie. O happy danger!
Romeo, there dead, was husband to that Juliet..Then comes she to me..to rid her of this second marriage..Then grave I her a sleeping potion..She wakes..And she, too desperate, would not go with me, as it seems, did violence on herself.
I brought my master news of Juliet's death...This letter he early bid give his father, and threatened me with death, going in the vault, if I departed not.
He came with flowers... and bit me stand aloof, so I did..By-and-by my master drew on him; and then I ran away to call the watch.