ROMEO: O my love, my wife, Death that hath sucked the honey of thy breath, hath no power yet upon thy beauty, thou art not conqured. Beauty's ensign yet is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, and death's pale flag is not advanced there. Dear Juliet, why art thou yet so fair? Shall I believe that unsubstanitial death is amorous and keeps thee here in the dark to be his paramour? Here, oh, here will I set up my everlasting rest, and shake the yoke of inaspicious stars from this world-wearied flesh. Eyes look your last, Arms take your last embrace, And lips, O you the doors to breath, seal with a rightous kiss. A dateless bargain, to engrossing death.

JULIET: Romeo. What's here? Poision. Drunk all, and left no friendly drop to help me after. I will kiss thy lips, Happily some poision yet doth hang on them. Thy lips are warm.

ROMEO: Thus..... with a kiss...... I die.

CAPTIAN PRINCE: See what a scourage is laid upon your hate, that heaven finds means to kill your joys with love. And I, for winking at your discords too, have lost a brace of kinsman. All are Punished. ALL ARE PUNISH-ED!!!!

ANCHOR WOMAN: A glooming peace this morning with it brings, the sun, for sorrow will not show his head. Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things. Some shall be pardoned and some punished. For never was a story of more woe, than this of Juliet and her Romeo.

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