Shakespeare in Love | 1998

Romeo, away, be gone!

The citizens are up, and Tybalt slain. Stand not amazed!

The prince will doom thee death if thou art taken. Hence, be gone, away!

Oh, I am Fortune's fool!

Why dost thou stay?

Which way ran he that killed Mercutio?

That murderer, which way ran he?

There lies that Tybalt.

Up, sir. Go with me.

I charge thee in the Prince's name obey.

Where are the vile beginners of this fray?

"Oh, I am Fortune's fool. "

You are married?

"If you be married, my grave is like to be my wedding bed. "

Art thou gone so,

love, lord,

aye, husband, friend?

I must hear from thee every day in the hour,

for in a minute there are many days.

Oh, by this count I shall be much in years ere again...

I behold my Romeo.

Farewell.

Oh, think'st thou we shall ever meet again?

Methinks I see thee, now thou art so low,

as one dead in the bottom of a tomb.

Either my eyesight fails, or thou look'st pale.

Then trust me, love,

in my eyes, so do you.

Dry sorrow drinks our blood.