To escape marriage with Paris, Juliet consulted Friar Laurence, who gives her a drug to be taken the night before the prearranged marriage, that will dull all life and the body remain as dead for forty-two hours. This scheme of the Friar works out favorably until Juliet is laid away with her ancestors in the grand tomb of the Capulets. But Romeo hears of the whole trouble and hurries back from banishment, dashing his way through all impediments until he kills Paris, grieving at midnight by the grave of Juliet. Then, tearing his way into the tomb of Juliet throws himself upon the gorgeous bier and exclaims: _"Oh, my love! my wife! Death that hath sucked the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty; Thou art not conquered; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson on thy lips, and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there; Tybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody sheet? O, what more favor can I do thee, Than with that hand that cut thy youth in twain, To sunder his that was thine enemy! Forgive me, cousin! 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 will still stay with thee; And never from this palace of dim night Depart again; here, here will I remain With worms that are thy chambermaids; 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! Come, bitter conductor, come, unsavory guide! Thou desperate pilot, now and at once run on The dashing rocks thy sea-sick, weary bark! Here's to my love!_ (Drinks poison.) _O, true apothecary! Thy drugs are quick; thus with a kiss I die!"_ Friar Laurence and Balthazar with dark lantern, at this moment approach the tomb to extricate and save Juliet from the sleeping drug. She awakes with the noise in the tomb and views the deadly situation. The Friar implores her to come, depart at once, as the night watch approach. She says: _"Go, get thee hence, for I will not away; What's here? a cup close in my true love's hand; Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end; O churl! drink all; and leave me no friendly drop To help me after? I will kiss thy lips; Haply, some poison yet doth hang on them, To make me die with a restorative. Thy lips are warm! Yea, noise? Then I'll he brief. O happy dagger!_ (Snatches Romeo's dagger.) _This is thy sheath, there rust and let me die!"_ (Stabs herself through the heart.)