I have a faint cold fear thrills along my veins
That almost freeze the heat of life.
I’ll call them back again to comfort me
Nurse!- What should she do her
My dismal scene I need must act alone
Come vial
What if this mixture does not work at all?
Shall I be married tomorrow morning?
No. No! This shall forbid it. Lie thou there.
[Lays down dagger (one of two stage directions)]
What if it be poison which the friar
Subtly hath ministered to have me dead
Lest in this marriage he should be dishonored
Because he married me be before Romeo?
I fear it is; and yet methinks it should not,
For hath still been tried by a holy man
How if, when I am laid in my tomb,
I wake before the time that Romeo
Come to redeem me? There is a fearful point!
Shall I not be stifled in the vault
To whose those 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 place-
As in a vault, an ancient reptacle
Where for this many hundred years of bone
Of all my buried ancestors are packed
Where bloody Tybalt yet but green in earth
Lies fest’ring 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 mandrake torn out of 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 kinsman’s bone
As with a club dashed out of desp’rate 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 I come! This do I drink to thee
[She drinks and falls upon her bed with the curtains]
heart Never Forget.. Never Forgive heart
