Kiss Thy Lips

Juliet: O comfortable Friar, where is my lord?
 I do remember well where I should be:
 And there I am, where is my Romeo?
 Friar Laurence: I hear some noise Lady, come from that nest
 Of death, contagion and unnatural sleep:
 A greater power than we can contradict
 Hath thwarted our intents, come, come away,
 Thy husband in thy bosom there lies dead:
 And Paris too: come, I'll dispose of thee,
 Among a Sisterhood of holy Nuns:
 Stay not to question, for the watch is coming,
 Come go good Juliet, I dare no longer stay.
 Juliet: Go get thee hence, for I will not away.
 What's here? A cup clos'd in my true love's hand?
 Poison I see hath been his timeless end:
 O churl, drunk all? And left no friendly drop
 To help me after, I will kiss thy lips,
 Haply some poison yet doth hang on them,
 To make me die with a restorative.
 Thy lips are warm,
 Yea noise? Then I'll be brief. O happy dagger.
 This is thy sheath, there rust and let me die.