Rom. Wilt thou provoke me? then have at thee, boy!
Page. O Lord! they fight: I will go call the watch.
Par. [Falls.] O, I am slain!—If thou be merciful, 72
Open the tomb, lay me with Juliet. [Dies.]
Rom. In faith, I will. Let me peruse this face:
Mercutio's kinsman, noble County Paris!
What said my man when my betossed soul 76
Did not attend him as we rode? I think
He told me Paris should have married Juliet:
Said he not so? or did I dream it so?
Or am I mad, hearing him talk of Juliet, 80
To think it was so? O! give me thy hand,
One writ with me in sour misfortune's book:
I'll bury thee in a triumphant grave;
A grave? O, no! a lantern, slaughter'd youth,
For here lies Juliet, and her beauty makes 85
This vault a feasting presence full of light.
Death, lie thou there, by a dead man interr'd,
[Laying Paris in the tomb.]
How oft when men are at the point of death 88
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!
Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath,
Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty: 93
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. 96
74 peruse: survey
76 betossed: troubled
84 lantern: a windowed turret, as often over the center of large churches
86 presence: presence-chamber, great room of state
89 keepers: sick-nurses
90 lightning: exhilaration
