Him:
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; here with worms that are thy chambermaids; O, will I set up my everlasting rest and shake the yoke of inauspicious stars from this world-wearied fresh: eyes, look your last! You arms, take your last embrace! and, lips, o the doors of breath, seal with righteous kiss a dateless bargain to engrossing death!
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! (Drinks.)- O true apothecary! Thy drugs are quick.- Thus with a kiss I die."
(Dies)
Her:
"What's here? A cup, clos'd in my true love's hand?
Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end:- O churl! Drink all, and leave no friendly drop to help me after?-
I will kiss thy lips; happly some poison yet doth hang on them, to make me die with a restorative. (Kisses Him)
Thy lips are warm!
(...)
Yea, noise? -Then I'll be brief.- O happy dagger!
(Snatching ______'s dagger)
This is thy sheath (Stabs Herself); there rest, and let me die.
( Falls on _______'s body, and dies.)
That's tragedy.
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