What cursed foot wanders this way tonight,Ģ0To cross my obsequies and true love’s right? The boy gives warning something doth approach. Nightly shall be to strew thy grave and weep.

The obsequies that I for thee will keep, Which with sweet water nightly I will dew,ġ5Or, lacking that, with tears distilled by moans. Sweet flower, with flowers thy bridal bed I strew. Here in the churchyard, yet I will adventure. Whistle then to meĪs signal that thou hearest something approach. Holding thy ear close to the hollow ground.ĥSo shall no foot upon the churchyard tread,īeing loose, unfirm, with digging up of graves,īut thou shalt hear it. Under those young trees, lay thee all along, The Churchyard, outside the Capulet Tomb, later moving within the tomb: In remorse, lords Capulet and Montague make peace. Friar Lawrence summarizes the events leading to this point and is corroborated by Balthasar and Romeo’s letter to his father. The Prince, the Capulets, and the Montagues are summoned by the guards. Hearing guards approaching, Juliet kills herself with Romeo’s dagger. Friar Lawrence arrives and witnesses the scene as Juliet wakes, offering to hide her away among a convent of nuns. Approaching Juliet, Romeo grieves for her death and the luster of her still-lively beauty. Romeo enters the tomb and lays Paris inside it. Paris confronts Romeo as he attempts to open the tomb. As he reaches the tomb, Romeo commands Balthasar to leave Balthasar leaves but decides to linger secretly. Paris mourns at the Capulet tomb, but hides when he hears someone (Romeo) approaching. I sell thee poison thou hast sold me none.įarewell, buy food, and get thyself in flesh. There is thy gold: worse poison to men’s souls,ĭoing more murder in this loathsome worldĨ5Than those poor compounds that thou must not sell. Of twenty men, it would dispatch you straight. ROMEOĪPOTHECARY gives him the poison APOTHECARYĪnd drink it off, and if you had the strength Then be not poor, but break it and take this. The world affords no law to make thee rich.

Need and oppression starveth in thy eyes,Ĭontempt and beggary hangs upon thy back!ħ5The world is not thy friend, nor the world’s law. Such mortal drugs I have, but Mantua’s lawħ0Is death to any he that utters them! ROMEOĪrt thou so bare and full of wretchednessĪnd fearest to die? Famine is in thy cheeks, And that the trunk° may be discharged of breathĭoth hurry from the fatal cannon’s womb.

Romeo and juliet act 1 scene 1 script