How oft when men are at the point of death[1482] Have they been merry! which their keepers call[1482] A lightning before death: O, how may I[1482][1484] 90 Call this a lightning? O my love! my wife![1482] Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath,[1485] Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty: Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's ensign yet[1486] Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, 95 And death's pale flag is not advanced there. Tybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody sheet? O, what more favour can I do to thee Than with that hand that cut thy youth in twain To sunder his that was thine enemy?[1487] 100 Forgive me, cousin! Ah, dear Juliet, Why art thou yet so fair? shall I believe[1488] That unsubstantial death is amorous,[1488] And that the lean abhorred monster keeps Thee here in dark to be his paramour? 105 For fear of that, I still will stay with thee, And never from this palace of dim night[1489] Depart again: here, here will I remain[1490] With worms that are thy chamber-maids; O, here Will I set up my everlasting rest, 110 And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars From this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last![1491] Arms, take your last embrace! and, lips, O you The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss A dateless bargain to engrossing death! 115 Come, bitter conduct, come, unsavoury guide![1492] Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on The dashing rocks thy sea-sick weary bark.[1493] Here's to my love! [_Drinks._] O true apothecary![1494] Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die.[1495] [_Dies._ 120 _Enter, at the other end of the churchyard_, FRIAR LAURENCE, _with a_ _lantern, crow, and spade_.[1496] _Fri. L._ Saint Francis be my speed! how oft to-night[1497] Have my old feet stumbled at graves! Who's there?[1498] _Bal._ Here's one, a friend, and one that knows you well.[1499] _Fri. L._ Bliss be upon you! Tell me, good my friend, What torch is yond that vainly lends his light 125 To grubs and eyeless skulls? as I discern,[1500] It burneth in the Capels' monument.[1501] _Bal._ It doth so, holy sir; and there's my master,[1502] One that you love.[1502][1503] _Fri. L._ Who is it? _Bal._ Romeo.[1502] _Fri. L._ How long hath he been there?[1502] _Bal._ Full half an hour.[1502] 130 _Fri. L._ Go with me to the vault.[1502] _Bal._ I dare not, sir: My master knows not but I am gone hence; And fearfully did menace me with death, If I did stay to look on his intents.[1504]