How oft
when men are at the point of death
Have they
been merry, which their keepers call
A
lightning before death! Oh, how may I
Call this
a lightning?—
O my love, my wife!
Death,
that hath sucked the honey of thy breath,
Hath had
no power yet upon thy beauty.
Thou art
not conquered. Beauty’s ensign yet
Is
crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks,
And death’s pale flag is not advancèd there.—
Tybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody sheet?
O, what more favor can I do to thee,
Than with that hand that cut thy youth in twain
To sunder his that was thine enemy?
Forgive me, cousin.—Ah, dear Juliet,
Why art thou yet so fair? Shall I believe
That unsubstantial death is amorous,
And that the lean abhorrèd 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. Oh, here
Will I set up my everlasting rest,
And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars
From this world-wearied flesh.
Eyes, look your last.
Arms,
take your last embrace. And, lips, O you
The doors
of breath, seal with a righteous kiss
A
dateless bargain to engrossing death.
(kisses JULIET, takes out the poison)
Come,
bitter conduct, come, unsavoury guide.
Thou
desperate pilot, now at once run on
The
dashing rocks thy seasick, weary bark.
Here’s to
my love! (drinks the poison) O true apothecary,
Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die.
Dr. Raj and Bharati enacting the scene can be seen here .
