...Lightning before Death ? O how may I Call this a Lightning ? O my Love, my Wife, Death that hath fuckt the Honey of thy Breath, Hath had no Power yet upon thy Beauty: Thou art not Conquer'd, Beauties Enfign yet Is Crimfon in thy Lips, and in thy Cheeks, And Death's pale Flag is not advanced...

...I'll bury thee in a triumphant grave. For here lyes Juhet Oh, my love, my wife f Death that hath fuckt the honey of thy breath,. Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty : Thou art not conquer'd, beauty's enfign yet Is crimfon in thy lips, and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there....

...before Death. s O, how may I Call this a Lightning ! — Oh my love, my wife ! Death, that hath fuckt the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty, Thou art not conquer'd •, beauty's enfign yet Is crimfon in thy lips, and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there....

...lightning before death. U, how may I Call this a lightning! O my love, my wife! Death, that hath fuck'd the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty. Thou art not conquer'd ; beauty's enfign yet Is i'rim on m thy lips, and in thy cheeks, And Death's pale flag is not advanced there....

...which their keepers call A lightning before death : O, how may I s1» Call this a lightning ? — O, my love ! my wife! Death that hath suck'd the honey...— . Tybalt, ly'st thou there in thy bloody sheet f O, what more favour can I do to thee, Than with that hand that cut thy youth in twain, To sunder...

...triumphant grave, For here lies Juliet — Oh my love, my wife ! Death that hath suckt the honey of my breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty; Thou...cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there. Oh Juliet, why art thou yet so fair — heie, here Will I set up my everlasting rest; And shake the...

...that hath suckt the honey of my breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty; Thou art not conqner'd, beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips, and in...cheeks, And death's pale flag is. not advanced there. Oh Juliet, why art thou yet so fair — here, here WiH.I set up my everlasting rest; And shake the...

...before death : O, how may I Call this a lightning ? — O, my love ! my wife ! Death, that hath fuck'd the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty : Thou art not conquer'd ; beauty's enfign yet Is crimfon in thy lips, and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there.—...

...before death : O, how may I Call this a lightning ? — O, my love ! my wife ! Death, that hath fuck'd the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty : Thou art not conquer'd ; beauty's enfign yet Is crimfon in thy lips, and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there....

...merry > which their keepers call A lightning before death : O, how may I Call this a lightning ? — O, my love ! my wife ! Death that hath suck'd the honey...death's pale flag is not advanced there. — Tybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody sheet? * The allusion is to a louvre or turret full of windows by means...