[Shall give] him such an unaccustom'd dram
That he shall soon keep Tybalt company;
And then, I hope, thou wilt be satisfied.
Juliet. Indeed, [I never shall be satisfied]
With Romeo, till I behold him—dead—
Is my poor heart so for a kinsman vex'd.—
Madam, if you could find out but a man
To bear a poison, I would [temper] it,
[That] Romeo should, upon receipt thereof,
Soon sleep in quiet. O, how my heart abhors