And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars
From this world-wearied flesh.—[Eyes], look your last!
Arms, take your last embrace! and, lips, O you
The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss
A [dateless] bargain to [engrossing] death!—
Come, bitter [conduct], come, unsavoury guide!
Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on
The dashing rocks [thy] sea-sick weary bark!
Here's to my love! [Drinks.]—O true apothecary!
Thy drugs are quick.—Thus with a kiss I die. [Dies.