Nurse! What should she do there?
My dismal scene I needs must act alone.
Come, vial. (Takes vial from bosom.)
What if this mixture do not work at all?
Shall I be married then to-morrow morning?
No, no! (draws dagger) this shall forbid it.
(Lays dagger on table.)
Lie you there. (To vial.)
What if it be a poison, which the friar
Subtly hath ministered to have me dead,