:49:03
My love...
:49:06
My wife...
:49:09
Death that hath sucked
the honey of thy breath...
:49:12
..hath had no power yet upon thy beauty.
:49:17
Thou art not conquered.
:49:23
Beauty's ensign yet is crimson
in thy lips and in thy cheeks...
:49:29
..and death's pale flag is not advanced there.
:49:44
Dear Juliet, why art thou yet so fair?
:49:50
Shall I believe that
unsubstantial death is amorous...
:49:54
..and keeps thee here in dark
to be his paramour?
:50:35
Here.
:50:36
O, here will I set up my everlasting rest...
:50:41
..and shake the yoke of inauspicious stars
from this world-wearied flesh.
:50:54
Eyes, look your last.
:50:59
Arms, take your last embrace.