Lyrics
𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑱𝒖𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒕 ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Lyrics adapted from the works of William Shakespeare. Original adaptations and additional lyrics © 2026 Maris S. From forth the fatal loins of these two foes A pair of star-cross’d lovers take their life Whose misadventured piteous overthrows Do with their death bury their parents’ strife O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope’s ear Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight For I ne’er saw true beauty till this night Have not saints lips, that they must use in prayer O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do Saints do not move, though grant for prayers’ sake Dear saint, move not Dear saint, move not While my prayer’s effect I take O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name Or, if thou wilt not, let thy true love show What’s in a name? A rose, so we proclaim Thy words have opened now mine eyes Call me but love, and I’ll be new baptized Henceforth I never will be Romeo My bounty is as boundless as the sea My love as deep; the more I give to thee The more I have, the more my love shall grow Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow That I shall say good night till it be morrow Eyes, behold her lovely face Arms, take your last embrace And, lips, O, you the doors of breath Now seal your dateless bond with death Here’s to my love Thus with a kiss I die Thus with a kiss I die What’s here? A cup, closed in my true love’s hand Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end Haply some poison yet doth cling to him To help me after? I will kiss thy lips Thy lips are warm! Thy lips are warm To help me after? I will kiss thy lips O happy dagger! Be thou now my guide This is thy sheath This is thy sheath There rust, and let me die A glooming peace this morning with it brings The sun, for sorrow, will not show his head Go hence, to speak of these most woeful things Let peace endure where once our children bled For never was a story of more woe Than this of Juliet and her Romeo Than this of Juliet and her Romeo