Why is paris in the churchyard

Lady, come from that nest. Of death, contagion, and unnatural sleep. A greater power than we can contradict. Hath thwarted our intents. Come, come away. Thy husband in thy bosom there lies dead,. And Paris too. Come, I'll dispose of thee. Among a sisterhood of holy nuns.

Stay not to question , for the watch is coming. Come, go, good Juliet,. I dare no longer stay. Go, get thee hence, for I will not away. What's here? A cup closed in my true love's hand? Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end. O churl , drunk all and left no friendly drop. To help me after. I will kiss thy lips. Haply some poison yet doth hang on them. To make me die with a restorative.

Thy lips are warm. Lead, boy. Which way? Yea, noise? Then I'll be brief. O happy dagger,. This is thy sheath; there rust, and let me die. This is the place, there where the torch doth burn. The ground is bloody. Search about the churchyard. Go, some of you, whoe'er you find, attach. Pitiful sight! Here lies the County slain,. And Juliet bleeding, warm and newly dead,. Who here hath lain these two days buried. Go tell the prince. Run to the Capulets.

Raise up the Montagues. Some others search. We see the ground whereon these woes do lie;. But the true ground of all these piteous woes. We cannot without circumstance descry. Here's Romeo's man; we found him in the churchyard. Hold him in safety till the prince come hither. Here is a friar that trembles, sighs, and weeps. We took this mattock and this spade from him. A great suspicion. Stay the friar too. What misadventure is so early up,. That calls our person from our morning's rest?

What should it be that they so shriek abroad? The people in the street cry Romeo,. Some Juliet, and some Paris; and all run. With open outcry toward our monument. What fear is this which startles in our ears? Sovereign, here lies the County Paris slain,. And Romeo dead, and Juliet, dead before,. Warm and new killed.

Search, seek, and know how this foul murder comes. Here is a friar, and slaughtered Romeo's man,. With instruments upon them fit to open. These dead men's tombs. O heavens! O wife, look how our daughter bleeds! This dagger hath mista'en — for lo, his house. Is empty on the back of Montague, —.

And it mis-sheathed in my daughter's bosom. O me, this sight of death is as a bell. That warns my old age to a sepulchre. Come, Montague, for thou art early up. To see thy son and heir now early down. Alas, my liege, my wife is dead tonight. Grief of my son's exile hath stopped her breath. What further woe conspires against mine age? Look, and thou shalt see. O thou untaught! What manners is in this,. To press before thy father to a grave?

Seal up the mouth of outrage for a while,. Till we can clear these ambiguities,. And know their spring , their head , their true descent ;.

And then will I be general of your woes,. And lead you even to death. Meantime forbear ,. And let mischance be slave to patience. Bring forth the parties of suspicion.

I am the greatest , able to do least ;. Yet most suspected as the time and place. Doth make against me of this direful murder;. And here I stand both to impeach and purge ,. Myself condemned and myself excused. Then say at once what thou dost know in this. I will be brief, for my short date of breath.

Is not so long as is a tedious tale. Romeo, there dead, was husband to that Juliet;. And she, there dead, that Romeo's faithful wife.

I married them, and their stol'n marriage-day. Was Tybalt's doomsday, whose untimely death. Banished the new-made bridegroom from the city,. For whom, and not for Tybalt, Juliet pined. You , to remove that siege of grief from her,. Betrothed and would have married her perforce.

To County Paris. Then comes she to me,. And with wild looks bid me devise some mean. To rid her from this second marriage,. Or in my cell there would she kill herself. Then gave I her — so tutored by my art —. A sleeping potion, which so took effect. As I intended, for it wrought on her. The form of death. Meantime I writ to Romeo,. That he should hither come as this dire night. To help to take her from her borrowed grave,.

Being the time the potion's force should cease. But he which bore my letter, Friar John,. Was stayed by accident, and yesternight. Returned my letter back. Then all alone,. At the prefixed hour of her waking,. Came I to take her from her kindred's vault,. Meaning to keep her closely at my cell,.

Till I conveniently could send to Romeo. But when I came, some minute ere the time. Of her awaking, here untimely lay.

The noble Paris and true Romeo dead. Take thou that. Giving money. Live and be prosperous, and farewell, good fellow. His looks I fear, and his intents I doubt. He steps aside. Romeo gets a hammer and a crowbar from Balthasar and hands Balthasar a letter for his dad, Lord Montague aha! He tells Balthasar not to interrupt him or come after him. Romeo claims he needs to break into Juliet's tomb both to see Juliet's beautiful face one last time and to get a ring from her finger that he needs, um If Balthasar tries to follow him, Romeo will tear him limb from limb.

Balthasar says okay, but instead of leaving he hides behind some bushes. He's not buying Romeo's story. I will apprehend him. Stepping forward. Stop thy unhallowed toil, vile Montague. Can vengeance be pursued further than death? Obey and go with me, for thou must die. Paris sees Romeo and assumes he's there to somehow dishonor the Capulets.

To be fair, Romeo looks pretty suspicious—he's carrying a bunch of tomb-breaking-in tools. Paris tries to do a citizen's arrest on Romeo, who is, after all, an outlaw.

Fly hence and leave me. Think upon these gone. I beseech thee, youth, Put not another sin upon my head By urging me to fury. O, begone! By heaven, I love thee better than myself, For I come hither armed against myself. Then have at thee, boy! If thou be merciful, Open the tomb; lay me with Juliet. He dies. You can guess what happens next: they fight, and Romeo kills Paris. Meanwhile, Paris's page has run off to alert the watch.

Paris's last wish is to be placed in the tomb with Juliet. I think He told me Paris should have married Juliet. Said he not so? Or did I dream it so? Or am I mad, hearing him talk of Juliet, 80 To think it was so? A grave? O, no. A lantern, slaughtered youth, For here lies Juliet, and her beauty makes 85 This vault a feasting presence full of light.

Laying Paris in the tomb. Thou art not conquered. O, what more favor can I do to thee Than with that hand that cut thy youth in twain To sunder his that was thine enemy?

Here, here will I remain With worms that are thy chambermaids. O, here Will I set up my everlasting rest And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars From this world-wearied flesh! Eyes, look your last.

Arms, take your last embrace. And, lips, O, you The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss A dateless bargain to engrossing death. Come, bitter conduct, come, unsavory guide! Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on The dashing rocks thy seasick weary bark!

O true apothecary, Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die. Romeo feels pretty guilty for killing yet another one of Juliet's male associates, especially since Paris was one of Mercutio's relatives.

He vaguely remembers Balthasar saying that Paris was supposed to marry Juliet or something like that, but admits he wasn't really paying attention. He may have dreamed it. Still, he honors Paris's request and places him in the tomb, then he heads over to Juliet's corpse. Romeo wonders more than once why Juliet still looks so fair, why death hasn't made her cheeks pale or her lips blue.

Then he gives her a kiss, drinks the poison strong enough to kill twenty men, and dies. Immediately with one last kiss. How oft tonight Have my old feet stumbled at graves! Tell me, good my friend, What torch is yond that vainly lends his light To grubs and eyeless skulls?

Friar Lawrence arrives and sees Balthasar. Since the tomb is already open and he can see a torch burning inside, he asks Balthasar who's in there. Balthasar says it's Romeo, and he's been in there for about a half hour now. Fear comes upon me. O, much I fear some ill unthrifty thing. Friar Lawrence asks Balthasar to come into the tomb with him, but Balthasar won't go because of Romeo's threats. He also tells the Friar that while he was asleep under the yew tree, he dreamed that Romeo fought someone else and killed him.

That wasn't a dream, buddy What mean these masterless and gory swords To lie discolored by this place of peace? O, pale! Who else? What, Paris too? And steeped in blood? Montague and Capulet arrive, rehashing family tensions. None of these forces are able to exert any influence on the young lovers. We have seen Romeo and Juliet time and again attempt to reconfigure the world through language so that their love might have a place to exist peacefully.

That language, though powerful in the moment, could never counter the vast forces of the social world. Through suicide, the lovers believe they can escape the world that oppresses them. Further, in the final brutality of their deaths, they transfigure that world. The feud between their families ends. Prince Escalus—the law—recognizes the honor and value due to the lovers. In dying, love has conquered all, its passion is shown to be the brightest and most powerful.

The intense passion of Romeo and Juliet has trumped all other passions, and in coming to its violent end has forced those other passions, also, to cease. One senses the grand irony that in death Romeo and Juliet have created the world that would have allowed their love to live. That irony does exist, and it is tragic. Because of their impulsive, last-ditch effort at preserving their love, Romeo and Juliet have forfeited the opportunity to enjoy that same love and to experience the resulting peace from the feud's end.

Their deaths are not meant to be glorified or idealized, but rather to show the desperate and tragic lengths the lovers felt they must go to in order to preserve their love. Ace your assignments with our guide to Romeo and Juliet!

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