My faithful and most honour'd lord.
I suffer for my crime of loving much;
So let my love prove expiated crime.
Old Capelete.
My hatred is too deep, too fixed, too keen, To pass into oblivion. Though forsooth A daughter's love may trim the beam, A father's duty shall the balance hold.
Julia.
If all these speechless words, which through
My tearful eyes distil and fall to earth,
Be voiceless still
To soften anger and revenge in thee,
Then let me die—
Not by thy dagger, lest the gossips say
A cruel father slew his only child,
Because she dared to love brave Romeo.
Now, now, great heaven, be witness I obey;
And you, oh chaste and beauteous moon!
Hide thy sweet tranquil face for ever.
Bright hope, that did so smile upon my love!
Fate, thou art my liege, and I obey.
See, Sir, I'm ready here to die; but let
These words be sculptured o'er my tomb—
Thus Julia died for loving Romeo!
