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Romeo can, [40]
Though heaven cannot. O Romeo, Romeo,
Who ever would have thought it? Romeo!
JULIET
What devil art thou that dost torment me thus?
This torture should be roar’d in dismal hell.
Hath Romeo slain himself? Say thou but ‘Ay’ [45]
And that bare vowel ‘I’ shall poison more
Than the death-darting eye of cockatrice.
I am not I if there be such an ‘I’,
Or those eyes shut that makes thee answer ‘Ay’.
If he be slain say ‘Ay’, or if not, ‘No’. [50]
Brief sounds determine of my weal or woe.
NURSE
I saw the wound, I saw it with mine eyes
- God save the mark - here on his manly breast.
A piteous corse, a bloody piteous corse,
Pale, pale as ashes, all bedaub’d in blood, [55]
All in gore-blood. I swounded at the sight.
JULIET
O break, my heart. Poor bankrupt, break at once.
To prison, eyes, ne’er look on liberty.
Vile earth to earth resign, end motion here,
And thou and Romeo press one heavy bier. [60]
NURSE
O Tybalt, Tybalt, the best friend I had.
O courteous Tybalt, honest gentleman.
That ever I should live to see thee dead.
JULIET
What storm is this that blows so contrary?
Is Romeo slaughter’d and is Tybalt dead? [65]
My dearest cousin and my dearer lord?
Then dreadful trumpet sound the general doom,
For who is living if those two are gone?
