[ Enter ROMEO and BALTHASAR, with a torch, mattock, etc. ]
Hold, take this letter; early in the morning.And do not interrupt me in my course.Why I descend into this bed of death,Is partly to behold my lady's face;
So shalt thou show me friendship. Take thou that:Live, and be prosperous: and farewell, good fellow
I will be gone, sir, and not trouble you.
Thus I enforce thy rotten jaws to open,And, in despite, I'll cram thee with more food!
Thou detestable maw, thou womb of death,Gorged with the dearest morsel of the earth,
O my love! my wife!Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath,Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty:
O true apothecary!Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die.
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 die with a restorative.
[Kisses him]
Yea, noise? then I'll be brief. O happy dagger![Snatching ROMEO's dagger]
This is thy sheath;.[Stabs herself]there rust, and let me die.