First Line | In faith, I will. Let me peruse this face. |
Second Line | Mercutio’s kinsman, noble County Paris! |
Third Line | What said my man, when my betossed soul |
Fourth Line | Did not attend him as we rode? I think |
Fifth Line | He told me Paris should have married Juliet |
Sixth Line | Said he not so? or did I dream it so? |
Seventh Line | Or am I mad, hearing him talk of Juliet, |
Eighth Line | To think it so? O, give me thy hand, |
Ninth Line | One writ with me in sour misfortune’s book! |
Tenth Line | I’ll bury thee in a triumphant grave; |
Eleventh Line | A grave? O no! a lantern, slaughter’d youth, |
Twelfth Line | For here lies Juliet, and her beauty makes |
Thirteenth Line | This vault a feasting presence full of light. |
Fourteenth Line | Death, lie thou there, By a dead man interr’d. |
Romeo and Juliet Act 5, Scene 3; Lines 74-87
December 16, 2019