r+j they die

• Death, that hath sucked the honey of thy breath
• No power yet upon thy beauty
• Come, bitter conduct, come unsavoury guide!
• Thus with a kiss I die
• That unsubstantial death is amorous
• Eyes look your last. Arms take your last embrace.
• Where is my lord?
• Where is my romeo?
• There rust and let me die
• Then I’ll be brief. O happy dagger
• Poor sacrifices of our enmity
• For never was a story of more woe; Than this of Juliet and her Romeo
• Sweet flower, with flowers 


  thy bridal bed I strew
• O woe, thy canopy 


  is dust and stones
• This is that banished haughty Montague; 


  That murdered my love’s cousin
• Can vengeance be pursued 


  further than death?
• By heaven,


  I love thee better than myself