To make me die with a restorative.
[Kisses him.]
Thy lips are warm!
FIRST WATCH.
[Within.] Lead, boy. Which way?
JULIET.
Yea, noise? Then I’ll be brief. O happy dagger.
[Snatching Romeo’s dagger.]
This is thy sheath. [stabs herself] There rest, and let me die.
[Falls on Romeo’s body and dies.]
Enter Watch with the Page of Paris.
PAGE.
This is the place. There, where the torch doth burn.
FIRST WATCH.
The ground is bloody. Search about the churchyard.
Go, some of you, whoe’er you find attach.
[Exeunt some of the Watch.]
Pitiful sight! Here lies the County slain, And Juliet bleeding, warm, and newly dead, Who here hath lain this two days buried.