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O son, the night before thy wedding day [35]
Hath Death lain with thy wife. There she lies,
Flower as she was, deflowered by him.
Death is my son-in-law, Death is my heir.
My daughter he hath wedded. I will die,
And leave him all: life, living, all is Death’s. [40]

PARIS

Have I thought long to see this morning’s face,
And doth it give me such a sight as this?

LADY CAPULET

Accurs’d, unhappy, wretched, hateful day.
Most miserable hour that e’er time saw
In lasting labour of his pilgrimage. [45]
But one, poor one, one poor and loving child,
But one thing to rejoice and solace in,
And cruel Death bath catch’d it from my sight.

NURSE

O woe! O woeful, woeful, woeful day.
Most lamentable day. Most woeful day [50]
That ever, ever I did yet behold.
O day, O day, O day, O hateful day.
Never was seen so black a day as this.
O woeful day, O woeful day.

PARIS

Beguil’d, divorced, wronged, spited, slain. [55]
Most detestable Death, by thee beguil’d,
By cruel, cruel thee quite overthrown.
O love! O life! Not life, but love in death!

CAPULET

Despis’d, distressed, hated, martyr’d, kill’d.
Uncomfortable time, why cam’st thou now [60]
To murder, murder our solemnity?
O child, O child! My soul and not my child,
Dead art thou. Alack, my child is dead,
And with my child my joys are buried.