And with wild looks bid me devise some means
To rid her from this second [marriage],
Or in my cell there would she kill herself.
Then gave I her, so tutor'd by my art,
A sleeping potion, which so took effect
As I intended, for it wrought on her
The form of death; meantime I writ to Romeo
That he should hither come [as this dire night],
To help to take her from her borrow'd grave,
Being the time the potion's force should cease.