“Romeo is banishèd”–
There is no end, no limit, measure, bound,
In that word’s death; no words can that woe sound.
There on the pendant boughs her coronet weeds
Clambr’ring to hang, an envious sliver broke,
When down her weedy trophies and herself
Fell in the weeping brook
A guiltless death I die.
Tragic deaths, all. If only they had a sassy gay friend…