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Disk II - 08 My Love, My Wife [Act 5, Scene 3]
Male vocals [Romeo & Paris]
Having just slain Paris, Romeo enters the Capulet tomb,
where he finds Juliet ‘dead’. [Unaware of the Friar’s plan].
Paris: …. lay me with Juliet.
Dies
Romeo: In faith I will, let me peruse this face:
Mercutio’s kinsman, noble County Paris,
What said my man, when my betossed soul
Did not attend him as we rode? I think
He told me Paris should have married Juliet.
Said he not so? Or did I dream it so?
Or am I mad hearing him talk of Juliet,
To think it was so? O give me thy hand,
One writ with me in sour misfortune’s book,
I’ll bury thee in a triumphant grave.
A grave, O no, a lantern, slaughter’d youth:
For here lies Juliet, and her beauty makes
This vault a feasting presence full of light.
Death lie thou there by a dead man interr’d.
How oft when men are at the point of death,
Have they been merry! Which their keepers call
A lightning before death: O how may I
Call this a lightning! O my Love, my wife,
Death that hath suck’d the honey of thy breath,
Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty:
Thou art not conquer’d, beauty’s ensign yet
Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks,
And death’s pale flag is not advance there.
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