Do you have news from Verona!—What is it, Balthasar? Do you bring me a letter from the friar? How is my wife? Is my father well? How is my Juliet? I ask that again because nothing can be wrong if she is well.
Her body sleeps in Capels' monument, And her immortal part with angels lives.
Oh, give me your hand. Both of us had such bad luck! I’ll bury you in a magnificent grave.
Oh, I’ve been killed! If you are merciful, open the tomb and lay me next to Juliet.