What is the figurative language in this text from Romeo and Juliet ? Oh how can I call my own a lightning? Oh my love! My wife! Death, which has taken away your sweet breath, has not yet taken away your beauty. You haven’t yet been truly conquered, and Beauty still carries its red coat-of arms in your cheeks and lips like a proud army that has not yet submitted to Death and its pale flags. Tybalt, are you lying there in your bloody shroud? Oh what more can I do for you than to end myself, your enemy, with the very hand that cut off your youth?