Act V, Scene III
Dear Diary,
I have awoken. This shall be my last writing, of my last day, of my last hour, of my last breaths. I have awoken to the sight of my Romeo, as I so wished. I have awoken to the grim sight of my Romeo, my Romeo, dead and cold and pale. And Paris here, slain. I know not what became of Paris, but that does not concern me, for my Romeo lies here by my side. Asleep? No, Romeo, not a breath leaves your lips, and you are as still as the night! Alas, cannot thou wakest for but a moment? Breathe, just once for me, do not stay so still! The cup, the poisoned instrument of thy death, lies here also, but not a drop left, so that I too could sleep so still as you. "I will kiss thy lips. Haply some poison yet doth hang on them to make me die with a restorative." Oh, I hear voices outside. This poison is not working in time. I must hurry. This dagger of Romeo's, here it is. The poison of his lips not enough to kill my pain; this blade will suffice. My last words, with my last breath. Those who read, do not question my love for my family, and others in this world. Only realize the great power of my love for Romeo, for what else could drive me to such a point as this? Farewell, those who have helped me, Friar Lawrence especially, for you meant so well. And my nurse, dear gentle nurse, it saddens me that thou should lose your only daughter, and now me. Now I join my love.
Juliet
Dear Diary,
I have awoken. This shall be my last writing, of my last day, of my last hour, of my last breaths. I have awoken to the sight of my Romeo, as I so wished. I have awoken to the grim sight of my Romeo, my Romeo, dead and cold and pale. And Paris here, slain. I know not what became of Paris, but that does not concern me, for my Romeo lies here by my side. Asleep? No, Romeo, not a breath leaves your lips, and you are as still as the night! Alas, cannot thou wakest for but a moment? Breathe, just once for me, do not stay so still! The cup, the poisoned instrument of thy death, lies here also, but not a drop left, so that I too could sleep so still as you. "I will kiss thy lips. Haply some poison yet doth hang on them to make me die with a restorative." Oh, I hear voices outside. This poison is not working in time. I must hurry. This dagger of Romeo's, here it is. The poison of his lips not enough to kill my pain; this blade will suffice. My last words, with my last breath. Those who read, do not question my love for my family, and others in this world. Only realize the great power of my love for Romeo, for what else could drive me to such a point as this? Farewell, those who have helped me, Friar Lawrence especially, for you meant so well. And my nurse, dear gentle nurse, it saddens me that thou should lose your only daughter, and now me. Now I join my love.
Juliet