[Lady Capulet] O me, O me! My child, my only life! Revive, look up, or I will die with thee! Juliet! Juliet! Help, help!
[Capulet] Ha! let me see her: out alas! she's cold; Her blood is settled, and her joints are stiff; Life and these lips have long been separated: Death lies on her like an untimely frost Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.
[Nurse] O lamentable day!
[Lady Capulet] O woful time!
[Capulet] Death, that hath ta'en her hence to make me wail, Ties up my tongue and will not let me speak.
Despis'd, distressed, hated, martyr'd, kill'd! Uncomfortable time, why cam'st thou now To murder, murder our solemnity? O child! O child! My soul, and not my child! Dead art thou! Alack, my child is dead; And with my child my joys are buried! Alack, the day she's dead; Juliet is dead.