Chapter Thirty-Six: Til Death Do Us Part
Romeo remarks to himself aloud that he did not expect Juliet to look as beautiful as the first night he'd laid his eyes upon her in the wake of death. Time had not yet erased the colour from her cheeks and lips, she had been freshly laid upon the crypt where her cousin's body, now laid to rest in stone as to keep prying eyes away from his slaying, none of that same wretchedness had touched his fair Juliet, he longed to join her and feel her presence once again, for no ghostly call came to haunt him in this old crypt, laying the many kinsman of his fair and noble Juliet, he briefly wondered how many of those kinsmen had hated Montague. He kneeled before Juliet spouting the last words of a desperate lover, bound to fate. Then he kissed her one last time.
Why art thou yet so fair? Shall I believe
That unsubstantial death is amorous,
And that the lean abhorrèd 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 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."
Romeo retrieved on his person, the potion that the apothecary witch had sold him, he took one last glance at his lover and bid this miserable earth fairwell with a deep swig of the deathly poison, for upon the stars dancing with his fair Juliet was now the only place he belonged. He spoke his last words before dying.
"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. O true apothecary,
Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die."
As the Friar Laurence had foretold, Juliet awoke on the 30th hour of her taking the potion, except when she awoke Friar was not present, no doubt having been delayed at the news that his letter had not reached Romeo and the pageboy having returned with it that morning and receiving news of a letter to Romeos parent in his hand that he was going to join his love in blissful afterlife. Juliet slowly adjusted to her surroundings, her eyes then set on the tragedy before her. Where once she was confused her vision was now tunneled on one directive, such had Romeo's mind had been only a moment before, to join her dear Romeo in matrimony of death. She cradled his body, seeing that he had drank poison, she kissed him once more begging for his lips to contain at least a drop to send her to her one love, but death did not reach her there.
"What’s here? A cup closed in my true love’s hand?
Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end.—
O churl, drunk all, and left no friendly drop
To help me after! I will kiss thy lips.
Haply some poison yet doth hang on them,
To make me die with a restorative.She kisses him.
Juliet then notices a sheathed dagger upon Romeo's person, she begins to hear people descending the crypt in panic, in absolute desperation she takes the dagger and finally joins her beloved Romeo in everlasting death.
"Yea, noise? Then I’ll be brief. O, happy dagger,
This is thy sheath. There rust, and let me die."
Juliet dies quickly, and no agony is too great, for she is finally at peace with her beloved fair Romeo.