O, I am slain! [falls] If thou be merciful, Open the tomb, lay me with Juliet.
Or am I mad, hearing him talk of Juliet, To think it was so? O, give me thy hand, One writ with me in sour misfortune’s book! I’ll bury thee in a triumphant grave. A grave? O, no, a lantern, slaughtered youth,
Stay then; I’ll go alone. Fear comes upon me. O, much I fear some ill unthrifty thing
Bliss be upon you! Tell me, good my friend, What torch is yond that vainly lends his light To grubs and eyeless skulls? As I discern,It burneth in the Capels’ monument
Saint Francis be my speed! how oft tonight Have my old feet stumbled at graves! Who’s there?
Romeo! O, pale! Who else? What, Paris too? And steeped in blood? Ah, what an unkind hour Is guilty of this lamentable chance! The lady stirs
Sovereign, here lies the County Paris slain;And Romeo dead, and Juliet, dead before, Warm and new killed
Search, seek, and know how this foul murder comes.