Death, that hath ta'en her hence to make me wail, Ties up my tongue and will not let me speak.
Beguiled, divorcèd, wrongèd, spited, slain! Most detestable Death, by thee beguiled,
Nurse-"Alas, alas! Help, help! My lady's dead! weraday that ever I was born! Some aqua vitae, ho! My lord! My lady!" Act IV.V.13-16.
Lady Capulet-"O me, O me! My child, my only life! Revive, look up, or I will die with thee!" Act IV.V.19-20
Capulet-"Ready to go, but never to return son, the night before thy wedding day Hath Death lain with thy wife. There she lies,Flower as she was, deflowered by him.Death is my son-in-law, Death is my heir;" Act IV.V.34-38
Friar-"She's not well married that lives married long, But she's best married that dies married young. Act IV.V.77-78
Capulet-"Turn from their office to black funeral––Our instruments to melancholy bells,Our wedding cheer to a sad burial feast,Our solemn hymns to sullen dirges change;Our bridal flowers serve for a buried corse; And all things change them to the contrary." Act IV.V.85-90
Friar-"Sir, go you in; and, madam, go with him;And go, Sir Paris. Everyone prepare To follow this fair corse unto her grave.The heavens do low'r upon you for some ill; Move them no more by crossing their high will." Act IV.V.91-95