is desperate which we would prevent. If, rather than marry Paris, From off the battlements of yonder tower, Or walk in thievish ways, or bid me leap, rather than marry Paris, From off the battlements of yonder tower, Or walk in thievish ways, or bid me go into a new-made grave, And hide me from the tomb; And she, there dead, that Romeo’s faithful wife. I married them; and their stol’n marriage day Was Tybalt’s doomsday, whose untimely death Banish’d