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For I am sure you have your hands full all
In this so sudden business.

LADY CAPULET

Good night.
Get thee to bed and rest, for thou hast need.

Exeunt (Lady Capulet and Nurse).

JULIET

Farewell. God knows when we shall meet again.
I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins [15]
That almost freezes up the heat of life.
I’ll call them back again to comfort me.
- Nurse! - What should she do here?
My dismal scene I needs must act alone.
Come, vial. [20]
What if this mixture do not work at all?
Shall I be married then tomorrow morning?
No! No! This shall forbid it. Lie thou there.

(She lays down a knife.)
What if it be a poison which the Friar
Subtly hath minister’d to have me dead, [25]
Lest in this marriage he should be dishonour’d,
Because he married me before to Romeo?
I fear it is. And yet methinks it should not,
For he hath still been tried a holy man.
How if, when I am laid into the tomb, [30]
I wake before the time that Romeo
Come to redeem me? There’s a fearful point!
Shall I not then be stifled in the vault,
To whose foul mouth no healthsome air breathes in,
And there die strangled ere my Romeo comes? [35]
Or, if I live, is it not very like,
The horrible conceit of death and night
Together with the terror of the place,
As in a vault, an ancient receptacle
Where for this many hundred years the bones [40]
Of all my buried ancestors are pack’d,
Where bloody Tybalt yet but green in earth
Lies festering in his shroud; where, as they say,
At some hours in the night spirits resort -