[00:04.98]by William Shakespeare
[00:06.56]O my love! my wife!
[00:12.02]Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath,
[00:17.62]Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty:
[00:20.43]Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's ensign yet
[00:25.98]Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks,
[00:29.04]And death's pale flag is not advanced there.
[00:33.88]Tybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody sheet?
[00:42.43]O, what more favour can I do to thee,
[00:47.94]Than with that hand that cut thy youth in twain
[00:51.92]To sunder his that was thine enemy?
[00:54.17]Forgive me, cousin! Ah, dear Juliet,
[01:02.66]Why art thou yet so fair? shall I believe
[01:08.82]That unsubstantial death is amorous,
[01:11.77]And that the lean abhorred monster keeps
[01:15.23]Thee here in dark to be his paramour?
[01:18.25]For fear of that, I still will stay with thee;
[01:22.42]And never from this palace of dim night
[01:25.07]Depart again: here, here will I remain
[01:27.67]With worms that are thy chamber-maids; O, here
[01:30.72]Will I set up my everlasting rest,
[01:33.93]And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars
[01:36.52]From this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last!
[01:44.51]Arms, take your last embrace! and, lips, O you
[01:50.49]The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss
[01:53.80]A dateless bargain to engrossing death!
[01:56.38]Come, bitter conduct, come, unsavoury guide!
[02:01.28]Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on
[02:05.00]The dashing rocks thy sea-sick weary bark!
[02:07.45]Here's to my love!