Romeo and Juliet (Modern, Quarto 2)

 [Scene 18/IV.iii]
3.0.124782437Enter Juliet and Nurse.
3.324792438Juliet
 Ay, those attires are best, but gentle Nurse,
3.424802439I pray thee leave me to myself tonight.
3.524812440For I have need of many orisons
3.624822441To move the heavens to smile upon my state,
3.724832442Which well thou knowest is cross and full of sin.
3.7.124842443Enter Mother.
3.924852444Capulet's Wife
 What are you busy, ho? Need you my help?
3.1024862445Juliet
 No, madam, we have culled such necessaries
3.1124872446As are behooveful for our state tomorrow.
3.1224882447So please you, let me now be left alone,
3.1324892448And let the Nurse this night sit up with you,
3.1424902449For I am sure you have your hands full all
3.1524912450In this so sudden business.
3.1624922451Capulet's Wife
 Good night.
3.1724932452Get thee to bed and rest, for thou hast need.
3.17.12453Exeunt.
3.1924942454Juliet
 Farewell. God knows when we shall meet again.
3.2024962455I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins,
3.2124972456That almost freezes up the heat of life.
3.2224982457I'll call them back again to comfort me.
3.2324992458[To Nurse}Nurse![To self]What should she do here?
3.2425002459My dismal scene I needs must act alone.
3.2525012460Come, vial. [Holds up vial.]What if this mixture do not work at all?
3.2625022461Shall I be married then tomorrow morning?
3.2725032462No, no, [Picks up dagger]this shall forbid it; lie thou there.
3.27.12503.12642.1[Juliet lays dagger down.]
3.2925042463What if it be a poison which the Friar
3.3025052464Subtly hath ministered to have me dead,
3.3125062465Lest in this marriage he should be dishonored,
3.3225072466Because he married me before to Romeo?
3.3325082467I fear it is, and yet methinks it should not,
3.3425092468For he hath still been tried a holy man.
3.3525102469How, if when I am laid into the tomb,
3.3625112470I wake before the time that Romeo
3.3725122471Come to redeem me? There's a fearful point.
3.3825132472Shall I not then be stifled in the vault,
3.3925142473To whose foul mouth no healthsome air breathes in,
3.4025152474And there die strangled ere my Romeo comes?
3.4125162475Or, if I live, is it not very like
3.4225172476The horrible conceit of death and night,
3.4325182477Together with the terror of the place,
3.4425192478As in a vault, an ancient receptacle,
3.4525202479Where for this many hundred years the bones
3.4625212480Of all my buried ancestors are packed;
3.4725222481Where bloody Tybalt yet but green in earth
3.4825232482Lies fest'ring in his shroud; where, as they say,
3.4925242483At some hours in the night spirits resort--
3.5025252484Alack, alack, is it not like that I,
3.5125262485So early waking, what with loathsome smells
3.5225272486And shrieks like mandrakes torn out of the earth,
3.5325282487That living mortals, hearing them, run mad,
3.5425292488O, if I wake, shall I not be distraught,
3.5525302489Environèd with all these hideous fears,
3.5625312490And madly play with my forefathers' joints
3.5725322491And pluck the mangled Tybalt from his shroud,
3.5825332492And in this rage with some great kinsman's bone,
3.5925342493As with a club, dash out my desp'rate brains?
3.6025352494O, look, methinks I see my cousin's ghost
3.6125362495Seeking out Romeo that did spit his body
3.6225372496Upon a rapier's point. Stay, Tybalt, stay!
3.6325382497Romeo, Romeo, Romeo, here's drink. I drink to thee.
3.63.1[She drinks and falls down on the bed.]
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