Paris Monologue from Romeo and Juliet

From Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare

male · anguished · 47 sec

Sweet flower, with flowers thy bridal bed I strew. O woe, thy canopy is dust and stones, Which with sweet water nightly I will dew, Or wanting that, with tears distill’d by moans. The obsequies that I for thee will keep, Nightly shall be to strew thy grave and weep. The boy gives warning something doth approach. What cursed foot wanders this way tonight, To cross my obsequies and true love’s rite? What, with a torch! Muffle me, night, awhile. Enter Romeo and Balthasar with a torch, mattock, &c.

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