O comfortable friar, where is my lord?

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 Lawrence
I hear some noise.—Lady, come from that nest
Of death, contagion, and unnatural sleep.

O, happy dagger,
This is thy sheath. There rust, and let me die.

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.
  He exits.
What’s here? A cup closed 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.
  She kisses him.
Thy lips are warm!
  Enter Paris’s Page and Watch.
First Watch
Lead, boy. Which way?
Juliet
Yea, noise? Then I’ll be brief. O, happy dagger,
This is thy sheath. There rust, and let me die.
  She takes Romeo’s dagger, stabs herself, and dies.