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SUMMARY: What if Juliet had woken up from her deathly sleep in the tomb slightly after Romeo took the poison, but before he died? This is written in Elizabethan English.
Sadness from the Stars
ACT V, SCENE III. A churchyard; in it a monument belonging to the CAPULETS
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[Enter ROMEO into the tomb – finds Juliet.]
Romeo. …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 yet
Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks,
And death's pale flag in not advanced there.
… 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 still will stay with thee
And never from this pallet 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 conduct; come, unsavory guide!
Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on
The dashing rocks thy seasick weary bark!
Here's to my love! [Drinks. Juliet awakens.]
Juliet. Romeo? Why art thou lookest pale?
Romeo. Thy drugs I have ta'en would explain
Why I lookest pale. I had come hither
Armed against myself. - O true apothecary!
Thy drugs are quick. – I love thee.
Thus with a kiss I die, my love. [Kisses her. Falls.]
Juliet.No! Revive, look up, or I will die with thee!
Death hath ta'en thy husband! O lamentable day!
O woeful time! Thy love, thy dearest love is dead!
Accursed, unhappy, wretched, hateful day! O woe!
O husband, O Romeo! My soul, and not my husband!
[Enter FRIAR LAWRENCE, with lanthorn, crow, and spade.]
Juliet.Yea, noise? Then I'll be brief. O happy dagger!
[Snatches Romeo's dagger.]
This is thy sheath; there rust, and let me die.
[She stabs herself and falls.]
…
… For never was a story of more woe
Than this of Juliet and her Romeo.
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Should I write this in "today's language" as a second chapter?
~Candycane