You know how this play ends. What does the following serve as?

Romeo. Amen, amen! but come what sorrow can,
It cannot countervail the exchange of joy
That one short minute gives me in her sight:
Do thou but close our hands with holy words,
Then love-devouring death do what he dare;
It is enough I may but call her mine (II. vi. 5-9).


oxymoron

irony

paradox

motif of time