Romeo and Juliet

Romeo

I'll bury thee in a triumphant grave.
A grave — O no, a lantern, slaughtered youth,
For here lies Juliet, and her beauty makes
This vault a feasting presence full of light.
[Laying Paris in the vault]
Death, lie thou there, by a dead man interred.

Juliet

Madam, if you could find out but a man
To bear a poison, I would temper it;
That Romeo should, upon receipt thereof,
Soon sleep in quiet. O, how my heart abhors

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