Poem

Ah, dear Juliet, Why art thou yet so fair? Shall I believe That unsubstantial Death is amorous, And that the lean abhorred 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. O, 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! [Romeo kisses Juliet, then takes out the vial of poison and addresses it] Come, bitter conduct, come, unsavory guide, Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on The dashing rocks thy sea-sick weary bark! Here's to my love! [He drinks the potion] O true apothecary, Thy drugs are quick. Thus, with a kiss I die. [Dies.]