Live, and be prosperous; and farewell, good fellow.
Balthasar. [Aside] For all this same, I'll hide me hereabout;
His looks I fear, and his intents I [doubt]. [Retires.
Romeo. Thou [detestable] maw, thou womb of death,
Gorg'd with the dearest morsel of the earth,
Thus I [enforce] thy rotten jaws to open,
And, in despite, I'll cram thee with more food! [Opens the tomb.
Paris. This is that banish'd haughty Montague
That murther'd my love's cousin,—[with] which grief,
It is supposed, the fair creature died,—