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,
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.
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.