BALTHASAR.
I will be gone, sir, and not trouble you.
ROMEO.
So shalt thou show me friendship. — Take thou that:
Live, and be prosperous: and farewell, good fellow.
BALTHASAR.
For all this same, I'll hide me hereabout:
His looks I fear, and his intents I doubt.
[Retires.]
ROMEO.
Thou detestable maw, thou womb of death,
Gorg'd with the dearest morsel of the earth,
Thus I enforce thy rotten jaws to open,
[Breaking open the door of the monument.]
And, in despite, I'll cram thee with more food!
PARIS.
This is that banish'd haughty Montague
That murder'd my love's cousin, — with which grief,
It is supposed, the fair creature died, —
And here is come to do some villanous shame
To the dead bodies: I will apprehend him. —
[Advances.]
Stop thy unhallow'd toil, vile Montague!
Can vengeance be pursu'd further than death?
Condemned villain, I do apprehend thee;
Obey, and go with me; for thou must die.
