Thou detestable maw, thou womb of death,
Gorged with the dearest morsel of the earth,
Thus I enforce
thy rotten jaws to open,
And, in despite, I'll cram thee with more food!
Opens the tomb
This is that banish'd haughty Montague,
That murder'd my love's cousin, with which grief,
It is supposed,
the fair creature died;
And here is come to do some villanous shame
To the dead bodies: I will apprehend
Stop thy unhallow'd toil, vile Montague!
Can vengeance be pursued further than death?
I do apprehend thee:
Obey, and go with me; for thou must die.
I must indeed; and therefore came I hither.
Good gentle youth, tempt not a desperate man;
Fly hence, and
leave me: think upon these gone;
Let them affright thee. I beseech thee, youth,
Put not another sin upon
By urging me to fury: O, be gone!
By heaven, I love thee better than myself;
For I come hither
arm'd against myself:
Stay not, be gone; live, and hereafter say,
A madman's mercy bade thee run away.
I do defy thy conjurations,
And apprehend thee for a felon here.
Wilt thou provoke me? then have at thee, boy!
O Lord, they fight! I will go call the watch.
O, I am slain!
If thou be merciful,
Open the tomb, lay me with Juliet.
In faith, I will. Let me peruse this face.
Mercutio's kinsman, noble County Paris!
What said my man, when
my betossed soul
Did not attend him as we rode? I think
He told me Paris should have married Juliet:
he not so? or did I dream it so?
Or am I mad, hearing him talk of Juliet,
To think it was so? O, give me
One writ with me in sour misfortune's book!
I'll bury thee in a triumphant grave;
A grave? O no!
Copyright: All texts on Bibliomania are © Bibliomania.com Ltd,
and may not be reproduced in any form without our written permission.
See our FAQ for more details.