Notes

Tybalt:
Fetch me my rapier, boy. What dares the slave,
Come hither, cover'd with an antic face,
To fleer and scorn at our solemnity?
Now, by the stock and honour of my kin,
To strike him dead, I hold it not a sin.
[Enter Capulet]
Capulet: Why, how now, kinsman! wherefore storm you so?
Tybalt: Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe, [point]
A villain that is hither come in spite,
To scorn at our solemnity this night.
Capulet: Young Romeo is it?
Tybalt: 'Tis he, that villain Romeo.

Romeo:
A grave? O no! a lantern, slaughter'd youth,
For here lies Juliet, and her beauty makes
This vault a feasting presence full of light.
Death, lie thou there, by a dead man interr'd.
How oft when men are at the point of death
Have they been merry! which their keepers call
A lightning before death: O, how may I
Call this a lightning? O my love! my wife!
[Kneel down and grab hand]
Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath,
Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty:
Ah, dear Juliet,
Why art thou yet so fair? shall I believe
That unsubstantial death is amorous,
And that the lean abhorred monster keeps
Thee here in dark to be his paramour?
For fear of that, I still will stay with thee;
And never from this palace of dim night
Depart again: here, here will I remain
With worms that are thy chamber-maids;
Eyes, look your last!
Arms, take your last embrace! and, lips, O you
The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss
Here's to my love!
[Drinks and kisses own hand]
Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die.
[Exit Romeo]