CAPULET: Ready to go, but never to return.
Oh son! On the night before your wedding day, death has taken your wife.
There she lies, a flower deflowered by death.
Death is my son-inlaw. Death is my heir. My daughter he has married. I will die and leave him all. Life, wealth, all is Death's.
LADY CAPULET: Accursed, unhappy, wretched, hateful day! Most miserable hour of all time!
I had only one, one poor child, one poor and loving child. One thing to rejoice in and comfort myself with, and cruel death has snatched it from my sight!
NURSE: Oh woe! Oh woeful, woeful day! Most lamentable day, most woeful day that ever, ever I did behold! Oh day! Oh day! Oh hateful day! There's never been so black a day as this. Oh woeful day, oh woeful day!
PARIS: Have I waited so long to see this morning, only to be faced with this? Cheated, divorced, wronged, spited. killed! Detestable Death, by you I am cheated, by you I am overthrown! Oh love! Oh life! There is no life, but my love is dead!
CAPULET: Despised, distressed, hated, martyred, killed! Why did you come now, to murder our celebration? Oh child! Oh child! My soul and not my child! You are dead! Alas! My child is dead and will be buried, along with my joys!
FRIAR LAWRENCE: For shame! The cure for this will not be found in yelling and shouting!