Farewell! God knows when we shall meet again.
I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins
That almost freezes up the heat of life.
Death is my son-in-law, Death is my heir,
My daughter he hath wedded.
My poverty but not my will consents
For never was a story of more woe
Than this of Juliet and her Romeo.
And I, for winking at your discords too,
Have lost a brace of kinsmen. All are punished.
O, look! methinks I see my cousin's ghost
Seeking out Romeo, that did spit his body
Upon a rapier's point: stay
shut me nightly in a charnel-house,
O'er-cover'd quite with dead men's rattling bones,
With reeky shanks and yellow chapless skulls
No warmth, no breath, shall testify thou livest;
The roses in thy lips and cheeks shall fade
To paly ashes
Is it even so? then I defy you, stars!
O true apothecary!
Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die.