Romeo enters the vault and for the last time kisses his bride before taking the poison. Juliet wakes up and she soon finds out that Romeo is dead.
Romeo: Let me look at the face of the man I killed!
It is noble Count Paris, Mercutio’s cousin!
What said my servant, when my tormented soul
Did not listen to him on the road from Mantua?
I think he told me Paris was going to marry 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 your hand,
Unfortunate youth! I will bury you not in a grave,
But in a bright vault, for Juliet’s beauty fills it with light.
(Romeo lays Paris on the floor)
How often, when men are on the point of death,
Have they been merry! A sudden instant before death.
O my love, my jewel, my sweet charming wife!
Death, that has sucked the honey of your breath,
Has had no power yet upon your beauty.
(Romeo bends over Juliet’s face and tenderly caresses her eyes, cheeks and lips. Then, in a soft voice, often interrupted by sighs, he continues.)
You are not conquered; the touch of beauty still
Is crimson in your lips and on your cheeks,
And Death’s pale flag is not advanced there.
(For a moment Romeo is silent; his face is wet with tears.)
Ah, Juliet, my dear Juliet! Why are you yet so fair?
Here, in this palace of black night I will remain! O, here
I will set up my eternal rest and stay with you for ever!
Eyes look your last; arms take your last embrace,
And lips seal with a kiss my pact with death!