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JULIET . Ay , those attires are best . But , gentle Nurse , I pray thee leave me to myself tonight ; For I have need of many orisons To move the heavens to smile upon my state , Which , well thou know’st , is cross and full of sin . Enter Lady Capulet . LADY CAPULET . What , are you busy , ho ? Need you my help ? JULIET . No , madam ; we have cull’d such necessaries As are behoveful for our state tomorrow . So please you , let me now be left alone , And let the nurse this night sit up with you , 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 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 . 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 . [ Laying down her dagger . ] What if it be a poison , which the Friar Subtly hath minister’d to have me dead , 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 , 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 ? 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 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 — Alack , alack , is it not like that I , So early waking , what with loathsome smells , And shrieks like mandrakes torn out of the earth , That living mortals , hearing them , run mad . O , if I wake , shall I not be distraught , Environed with all these hideous fears , And madly play with my forefathers ’ joints ? And pluck the mangled Tybalt from his shroud ? And , in this rage , with some great kinsman’s bone , As with a club , dash out my desperate brains ? O look , methinks I see my cousin’s ghost Seeking out Romeo that did spit his body Upon a rapier’s point . Stay , Tybalt , stay ! Romeo , Romeo , Romeo , here’s drink ! I drink to thee . [ Throws herself on the bed . ] SCENE IV . Hall in Capulet’s House . Enter Lady Capulet and Nurse .
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