Capulet O brother Montague, give me thy hand. This is my daughter's jointure, for no more Can I demand. Montague But I can give thee more. For I will ray her statue in pure gold; That while Verona by that name is known, There shall no figure at such rate be set As that of true and faithful Juliet. Read more about Act 5, Scene 3: Popup Note Index Item: "ray her statue"
Prince Where be these enemies? Capulet! Montague! See what a scourge is laid upon your hate, That heaven finds means to kill your joys with love; And I, for winking at your discords too, Have lost a brace of kinsmen. All are punished. Capulet O brother Montague, give me thy hand. This is my daughter's jointure, for no more Can I demand. Read more about Act 5, Scene 3: Popup Note Index Item: "jointure"
Prince Seal up the mouth of outrage for a while, Till we can clear these ambiguities, And know their spring, their head, their true descent; And then will I be general of your woes, And lead you even to death. Meantime forbear, And let mischance be slave to patience. Bring forth the parties of suspicion. Read more about Act 5, Scene 3: Popup Note Index Item: "lead you even to death"
Prince Look, and thou shalt see. Montague O thou untaught! What manners is in this, To press before thy father to a grave? Prince Seal up the mouth of outrage for a while, Till we can clear these ambiguities, And know their spring, their head, their true descent; And then will I be general of your woes, And lead you even to death. Meantime forbear, And let mischance be slave to patience. Bring forth the parties of suspicion. Read more about Act 5, Scene 3: Popup Note Index Item: "Seal up the mouth of outrage"
Capulet O heavens! O wife, look how our daughter bleeds! This dagger hath mista'en — for lo, his house Is empty on the back of Montague, — And it mis-sheathed in my daughter's bosom. Lady Capulet O me, this sight of death is as a bell That warns my old age to a sepulchre. Read more about Act 5, Scene 3: Popup Note Index Item: "this sight of death is as a bell"
Juliet What's here? A cup closed in my true love's hand? Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end. O churl, drunk all and left no friendly drop To help me after. I will kiss thy lips. Haply some poison yet doth hang on them To make me die with a restorative. [Kisses him] Thy lips are warm. Read more about Act 5, Scene 3: Popup Note Index Item: "restorative"
Friar Laurence Alack, alack, what blood is this, which stains The stony entrance of this sepulchre? What mean these masterless and gory swords To lie discolored by this place of peace? [Enters the tomb] Romeo! O, pale! Who else? What, Paris too? And steeped in blood? Ah, what an unkind hour Is guilty of this lamentable chance! Read more about Act 5, Scene 3: Popup Note Index Item: "unkind"
Romeo Here's to my love! [He drinks the potion] O true apothecary, Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die. [Dies.] [Enter at the other end of the graveyard Friar Laurence with a lantern, a crowbar, and a shovel] Friar Laurence Saint Francis, be my speed! How oft tonight Have my old feet stumbled at graves. Who's there? Read more about Act 5, Scene 3: Popup Note Index Item: "crow"
Romeo Come hither, man. I see that thou art poor. Hold, there is forty ducats. Let me have A dram of poison, such soon-speeding gear As will disperse itself through all the veins That the life-weary taker may fall dead, And that the trunk may be discharged of breath As violently as hasty powder fired Doth hurry from the fatal cannon's womb. Read more about Act 5, Scene 1: Popup Note Index Item: "As violently as hasty powder"
Romeo News from Verona! How now, Balthasar! Dost thou not bring me letters from the friar? How doth my lady? Is my father well? How doth my Juliet? That I ask again, For nothing can be ill if she be well. Balthasar Then she is well, and nothing can be ill. Her body sleeps in Capel's monument, And her immortal part with angels lives. Read more about Act 5, Scene 1: Popup Note Index Item: "Then she is well, and nothing can be ill."