Romeo kills himself because he would rather be with Juliet in death than go on living without her. Having proven himself to be wildly passionate and quick to take action, Romeo prioritizes his love for Juliet. He acts on his deep sorrow over the loss instead of trying to imagine how to live his life after the tragedy. Romeo grants this wish because he feels no animosity for Paris and regards him as a companion in misfortune. No, Romeo does not intend to kill Paris until he picks a fight.
He tries to explain that he is only there to harm himself and that Paris should leave before something happens. We know this because after he kills him, Romeo looks at Paris in grief. For I come hither armed against myself.
Stay not, be gone; live, and hereafter say. A madman's mercy bid thee run away. I do defy thy conjurations ,. And apprehend thee for a felon here. Wilt thou provoke me? Then have at thee, boy! O Lord, they fight! I will go call the watch. O, I am slain! If thou be merciful,. Open the tomb, lay me with Juliet. 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, slaughtered 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 interred.
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 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 is not advanced there. Tybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody sheet? O, what more favour can I do to thee. Than, with that hand that cut thy youth in twain ,. To sunder his, that was thine enemy?
Forgive me, cousin! 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 palace of dim night. Depart again.
Here, here will I remain. With worms that are thy chamber-maids. 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, unsavoury guide,. Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on. The dashing rocks thy sea-sick weary bark! Here's to my love! O true apothecary,. Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die. Saint Francis, be my speed! How oft tonight. Have my old feet stumbled at graves. Who's there? Here's one, a friend, and one that knows you well. Bliss be upon you. Tell me, good my friend,. What torch is yond, that vainly lends his light.
To grubs and eyeless skulls? As I discern,. It burneth in the Capel's monument. It doth so, holy sir, and there's my master,. One that you love. Who is it? How long hath he been there? Full half an hour. Go with me to the vault. I dare not, sir. My master knows not but I am gone hence ,. And fearfully did menace me with death,. If I did stay to look on his intents. Stay, then, I'll go alone. Fear comes upon me.
Ah, what an unkind hour Is guilty of this lamentable chance! The lady stirs. I do remember well where I should be, And there I am. Where is my Romeo? Friar Lawrence heads into the tomb and finds Paris and Romeo dead. Then Juliet wakes up. Her first question, of course, is "Where's Romeo? A greater power than we can contradict Hath thwarted our intents.
Come, come away. Thy husband in thy bosom there lies dead, And Paris, too. Stay not to question, for the watch is coming. Come, go, good Juliet. I dare no longer stay. Yeah, about that The Friar informs Juliet that both Romeo and Paris are dead.
He tries to convince her to run away with him—he really doesn't want to be implicated in this plot now. He says he can hide her in a nunnery, but Juliet won't go. The Friar, frightened, flees. Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end. I will kiss thy lips. Haply some poison yet doth hang on them, To make me die with a restorative. She kisses him. Thy lips are warm! Juliet finds the poison in Romeo's hand and upends the bottle, hoping there's some left for her. There isn't.
So she kisses Romeo's lips, hoping there might still be some poison there. O, happy dagger, This is thy sheath. There rust, and let me die. Realizing that the poison isn't going to work for her, and that the police are on their way, Juliet pulls out Romeo's dagger and stabs herself.
Some watchmen exit. Pitiful sight! Run to the Capulets. Raise up the Montagues. Some others search. Others exit. We see the ground whereon these woes do lie, But the true ground of all these piteous woes We cannot without circumstance descry. Paris's Page and the police start to put together the clues at the scene. They're going to need a full scale investigation to figure out what happened here tonight. Or maybe not. A couple of watchmen come back with Balthasar, and then another returns with the very nervous Friar.
Maybe these guys can shed some light on things. The Capulets want to know, too. People are running through the streets yelling out the names of Romeo, Juliet, and Paris. What's going on? O wife, look how our daughter bleeds! The First Watchman tries to explain. Paris is dead. Romeo is dead. And Juliet, who everyone thought was already dead, appears to have been killed within the last twenty minutes. Meanwhile, they've found both the Friar and Romeo's buddy with tools for breaking into the tomb.
Lady Capulet, seeing all these dead bodies, is reminded that she doesn't have long to go before she's dead, too. What further woe conspires against mine age? Lord Montague arrives with the bright news that his wife died that afternoon, grief-stricken over Romeo's exile. A grave? Oh no! This is a lantern, dead Paris. Juliet lies here, and her beauty fills this tomb with light. Dead men, lie there. You are being buried by another dead man. Test your knowledge Take the Act 5, scene 3 Quick Quiz.
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