Jul.
Ay, those attires are best: But, gentle nurse,
I pray thee, leave me to myself to-night;
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.

L. C.
What, are you busy, ho? need you my help?

Jul.
No, madam; we have cull'd such necessaries
As are behoveful ^note for our state to-morrow:
So please you, let me now be left alone,
And let the nurse this night set up ^note with you;
For, I am sure, you have your hands full all,
In this so sudden business.

L. C.
Good night!
Get thee to bed, and rest; for thou hast need. [Exeunt Lady, and Nurse.

Jul.
Farewel!—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: ^note
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 marry'd then to-morrow morning? ^note
No, no; this † shall forbid it;—lie thou there.—
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 marry'd me before to Romeo?
I fear, it is: and yet, methinks, it should not,
For he hath still been try'd a holy ^note man.
How if, when I am lay'd into the tomb,
I wake before the time that Romeo
Come to ^note redeem me? there's a fearful point!
Shall I not then be stifl'd in the vault,
To whose foul mouth no healthsome air breaths in,
And there die strangl'd 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 these ^note many hundred years, the bones
Of all my bury'd ancestors are packt;
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 mandrakes ^note torn out of the earth,
That living mortals, hearing them, run mad;—
O, if ^note I wake ^note, shall I not be distraught,
Environed with all these hideous fears?
And madly play with my forefathers' joints?
And pluck the mangl'd 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 ^note rapier's ^note point:—Stay, Tybalt, stay!—
Romeo, I come! this do I drink to thee. ^note [drinks; throws away the Vial, and casts herself upon the Bed. Scene closes.

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