Oh how can I call my own a lightning? Oh my love! My wife! Death, which has taken away your sweet breath, has not yet taken away your beauty. Isn’t it strange how often people are described as happy when they’re at the point of death? Their caretakers call it lightning before death. Dead soul, lie there, buried by one soon to be dead himself. For here lies Juliet, and her radiant beauty makes this dark crypt full of light. A grave? Oh no! I’ll bury you where there is light, poor slaughtered youth. You, like me, seem to be written down on fate’s list of the unlucky! I’ll bury you in a glorious grave. Or have I gone mad, hearing him talking about Juliet, and that’s why I think that’s true? Oh give me your hand. It’s Mercutio’s cousin, Count Paris! What did my servant say, when my mind was too troubled to pay attention as we were riding here? I think he told me Paris was supposed to marry Juliet. Oh, I’ve been killed! If you are truly merciful, open up the tomb and lay me down beside Juliet. Oh Lord, they’re fighting! I’ll go call the night’s watch. You’re going to provoke me? Well then have at it, boy! Page I challenge your disgusting behaviour, and I’m arresting you as a criminal here. Don’t stay here, go away, live, and tell people later that a merciful madman urged you to run away. After all, I came here intending to hurt myself. Oh, go away! I swear to heaven, I have more love for you than for myself. I beg you, young man, don’t make me commit more sins by provoking me to fight you. Let your fear of these dead bodies spur you to go. Gentle young man, don’t tempt someone as desperate as me to violence. I must indeed, and that’s what I came here for. Stop this unholy work, you vile Montague! Are you trying to get vengeance on these people beyond death? Damned villain, I will arrest you. And here he comes to desecrate the dead bodies! I’ll apprehend him. Everyone supposes that the murder caused her to die of grief. Why that’s the exiled Montague, who murdered my love’s cousin. Now I’m going to force your rotten jaws open to cram your mouth full with another victim. You’ve eaten the sweetest thing in the world, my Juliet, and she’s made you sick with her sweetness. You, entrance to the tomb, are like the hated mouth of an animal. I’m afraid for him and I doubt he’ll do what he threatened. Both of those will roar but not do anything. This is a desperate time and I’m a desperate man, and these things make me more savage, fiercer, and harder to stop than a tiger or a stormy sea. If you come back to pry into what I’m doing, I swear by heaven that I’ll rip you apart and spread your limbs around this churchyard. I’m going into this tomb partly to see her face, but mostly because I have to take a precious ring that I need for a very costly business. Don’t follow me no matter what your hear or see. Make sure you deliver it to my father early in the morning. Who could possibly be wandering here tonight, interfering with the rituals of my true love? Oh, they’ve got a torch! Night, hide me for awhile. The boy gave the signal that something’s coming.
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