1 Then, window, let day in, and let life out.
2 And leave him all; life, living, all is death's.
3 He is wise, And on my life hath stol'n him home to bed.
4 My life were better ended by their hate Than death prorogued, wanting of thy love.
5 I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins That almost freezes up the heat of life.
6 Your part in her you could not keep from death, But heaven keeps his part in eternal life.
7 Some twenty of them fought in this black strife, And all those twenty could but kill one life.
8 And I were so apt to quarrel as thou art, any man should buy the fee simple of my life for an hour and a quarter.
9 Not Romeo, Prince, he was Mercutio's friend; His fault concludes but what the law should end, The life of Tybalt.
10 Give me the light; upon thy life I charge thee, Whate'er thou hear'st or seest, stand all aloof And do not interrupt me in my course.
11 And if ought in this Miscarried by my fault, let my old life Be sacrific'd, some hour before his time, Unto the rigour of severest law.
12 No warmth, no breath shall testify thou livest, The roses in thy lips and cheeks shall fade To paly ashes; thy eyes' windows fall, Like death when he shuts up the day of life.
13 From forth the fatal loins of these two foes A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life; Whose misadventur'd piteous overthrows Doth with their death bury their parents' strife.
14 I fear too early: for my mind misgives Some consequence yet hanging in the stars, Shall bitterly begin his fearful date With this night's revels; and expire the term Of a despised life, clos'd in my breast By some vile forfeit of untimely death.