| Romeo to himselfAct 5 Scene 1 | I dreamt my lady came and found me dead—Strange dream, that gives a dead man leave to think—And breathed such life with kisses in my lipsThat I revived and was an emperor.Ah me! How sweet is love itself possessedWhen but love’s shadows are so rich in joy! |
| Romeo to himselfAct 5 Scene 1 | If I may trust the flattering truth of sleep,My dreams presage some joyful news at hand.My bosom’s lord sits lightly in his throne,And all this day an unaccustomed spiritLifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts. |
| Romeo to himselfAct 5 Scene 1 | Well, Juliet, I will lie with thee tonight.Let’s see for means. O mischief, thou art swiftTo enter in the thoughts of desperate men! |
| Romeo to ApothecaryAct 5 Scene 1 | Come hither, man. I see that thou art poor.Hold, there is forty ducats. Let me haveA dram of poison, such soon-speeding gearAs will disperse itself through all the veinsThat the life-weary taker may fall dead,And that the trunk may be discharged of breathAs violently as hasty powder firedDoth hurry from the fatal cannon’s womb. |
| Romeo to ApothecaryAct 5 Scene 1 | There is thy gold, worse poison to men’s souls,Doing more murder in this loathsome world,Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell.I sell thee poison. Thou hast sold me none.Farewell. Buy food, and get thyself in flesh.—Come, cordial and not poison, go with meTo Juliet’s grave, for there must I use thee. |
| Friar Lawrence to Friar JohnAct 5 Scene 2 | Unhappy fortune! By my brotherhood,The letter was not nice but full of charge,Of dear import, and the neglecting itMay do much danger. Friar John, go hence.Get me an iron crow and bring it straightUnto my cell. |
| Romeo to himselfAct 5 Scene 3 | Thou detestable maw, thou womb of death,Gorged with the dearest morsel of the earth,Thus I enforce thy rotten jaws to open,And in despite I’ll cram thee with more food! |
| Romeo to ParisAct 5 Scene 3 | Good gentle youth, tempt not a desperate man.Fly hence and leave me. Think upon these gone.Let them affright thee. I beseech thee, youth,Put not another sin upon my headBy urging me to fury. O, be gone!By heaven, I love thee better than myself,For I come hither armed against myself.Stay not, be gone. Live, and hereafter sayA madman’s mercy bid thee run away. |
| Romeo to himselfAct 5 Scene 3 | O 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 yetIs crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks,And death’s pale flag is not advanced there. |
| Romeo to himselfAct 5 Scene 3 | Why art thou yet so fair? Shall I believeThat unsubstantial death is amorous,And that the lean abhorred monster keepsThee here in dark to be his paramour?For fear of that, I still will stay with thee,And never from this palace of dim nightDepart again. |
| Romeo to himselfAct 5 Scene 3 | Here’s to my love! O true apothecary,Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die. |
| Friar Lawrence to JulietAct 5 Scene 3 | I hear some noise. Lady, come from that nestOf death, contagion, and unnatural sleep.A greater power than we can contradictHath thwarted our intents. |
| Juliet to herselfAct 5 Scene 3 | What’s here? A cup, closed in my true love’s hand?Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end.—O churl, drunk all, and left no friendly dropTo 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. |
| Prince to Montague/CapuletAct 5 Scene 3 | Where be these enemies?—Capulet! Montague!See what a scourge is laid upon your hate,That heaven finds means to kill your joys with love!And I, for winking at your discords, tooHave lost a brace of kinsmen. All are punished. |
| Capulet to MontagueAct 5 Scene 3 | O brother Montague, give me thy hand.This is my daughter’s jointure, for no moreCan I demand. |
| Prince to Montagues and CapuletsAct 5 Scene 3 | A glooming peace this morning with it brings.The sun, for sorrow, will not show his head.Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things.Some shall be pardoned, and some punishèd.For never was a story of more woeThan this of Juliet and her Romeo. |
Romeo and Juliet Act 5 Quotes
August 3, 2019