New Ending Of Romeo And Juliet
New Ending Of Romeo And JulietNew Ending
Act V, Scene III
Verona. A churchyard; the monument of the Capulets. Enter Romeo and Paris.
Paris
This is that banished haughty Montague,
That murdered my love�s cousin, with which grief
It is supposed that fair creature died,
And here is come to do some villainous shame
To the dead bodies. I will apprehend him.
Stop thy unhallowed toil vile Montague.
Can vengance be pursued further than death?
Condemned villian, I do apprehend thee.
Obey and go with me, for thou must die.
Romeo
I must indeed, and therefor came I hither,
Good gentle youth, tempt not a desperate man
For thou nor any man shall prevent me from being with my love tonight,
Put not another sin upon my head
By urging me to fury. O be gone
For I shall know not what I do but rather do what I must
A madman�s mercy bid thee, run away.
Paris
I defy thee!
For thou hast done my love great injustice.
Romeo
Her love is mine!
Your love she shall never be!
[they fight]
[Paris is slain]
Romeo
Forgive me good sir
For again, I know not what I do
Inside the tomb of Capulet
Romeo
O Fair Juliet why must thou torture me so
For even in death thy beauty is paralleled only by the stars in the sky.
O Lord what great injustice hast thou done to thee
For my love is gone
And no greater crime against me can thou think of.
Tis our familes� to blame
Not us.
For they are blinded by tradition and driven by hatred.
O but it matters not.
Soon shall I be with thee and soon shall I once again be merry,
For to live forth be not true life but hell.
Only is life with thee heaven.
And alas,
A choice have I,
Heaven, or Hell?
Ha! you must be jest, a question for the fools is this.
Heaven is thine choice!
Fair Juliet, as this vile poison shall pass through thine lips,
I think not of death, but light, of heavenly divine
That shall greeteth me once I have gone
And her name be Juliet.
[Romeo brings poison to his lips]
Juliet
Halt!
Gentle Romeo, the lord call you not.
For the death that hast become me, be no more than a mask that I wear
Romeo
Can it be true?
Fair Juliet lives?
O thank the lord!
A love as great as thine can not be grasped even by Deaths icy hand!
For it looks death in the face and laughs!
Juliet
O Dear love
Tis true this occasion is a merry one
Yet I fear happiness be here not.
Hark, something yonder is astir
[enter Friar Laurence]
Friar Laurence
O Thank the heavens a thousand fold
For it twas the worst that I feared for thee
Lucky are you the lord be by your side
But haste must be made both houses of Capulet and Montague come hither
And joining them...
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