Romeo and Juliet Act 5 Quotes

Balthasar Her body sleeps in Capel’s monument, / And her immortal part with angels lives. / I saw her laid low in her kindred’s vault, / And presently took post to tell it you:
Romeo I do remember an apothecary, / And hereabouts he dwells, which late I noted / In tatter’d weeds, with overwhelming brows, / Culling of simples; meagre were his looks, / Sharp misery had worn him to the bones . . . Noting this penury, to myself I said /’An if a man did need a poison now, Whose sale is present death in Mantua, Here lives a caitiff wretch would sell it him.’
Romeo ´╗┐´╗┐Come, cordial and not poison, go with me / To Juliet’s grave; for there must I use thee.
Friar John Here in this city visiting the sick, And finding him, the searchers of the town, / Suspecting that we both were in a house / Where the infectious pestilence did reign,/ Seal’d up the doors, and would not let us forth; / So that my speed to Mantua there was stay’d.
Romeo 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!
Romeo Good gentle youth, tempt not a desperate man; / Fly hence, and leave me . . . Put not another sin upon my head, / By urging me to fury: O, be gone!
Romeo Death, that hath suck’d the honey of thy breath, / Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty: / Thou art not conquer’d; beauty’s ensign yet / Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, / And death’s pale flag is not advanced there.
Juliet Yea, noise? Then I’ll be brief. O happy dagger! / This is thy sheath; there rust, and let me die.
Prince Where be these enemies? Capulet! Montague! / See, what a scourge 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 kinsmen: all are punish’d.
Prince 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 pardon’d, and some punished: / For never was a story of more woe Than this of Juliet and her Romeo.

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