Enter Juliet and Nurse.
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.[1261] 5
Enter Lady Capulet.[1262]
La. Cap. What, are you busy, ho? need you my help?[1263][1264]
Jul. No, madam; we have cull'd such necessaries
As are behoveful for our state to-morrow:[1265]
So please you, let me now be left alone,
And let the nurse this night sit up with you, 10
For I am sure you have your hands full all
In this so sudden business.
La. Cap. Good night:
Get thee to bed and rest, for thou hast need.
[Exeunt Lady Capulet and Nurse.[1266]
Jul. Farewell! God knows when we shall meet again.[1267]
I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins, 15
That almost freezes up the heat of life:[1268]
I'll call them back again to comfort me.[1269]
Nurse!—What should she do here?[1270]
My dismal scene I needs must act alone.
Come, vial.[1271][1272] 20
What if this mixture do not work at all?[1271]
Shall I be married then to-morrow morning?[1273]
No, no: this shall forbid it. Lie thou there[1274]
[Laying down a dagger.
What if it be a poison, which the friar
Subtly hath minister'd to have me dead, 25
Lest in this marriage he should be dishonour'd,
Because he married me before to Romeo?
I fear it is: and yet, methinks, it should not,
For he hath still been tried a holy man.[1275]
How if, when I am laid into the tomb, 30
I wake before the time that Romeo
Come to redeem me? there's a fearful point.[1276]
Shall I not then be stifled in the vault,[1277]
To whose foul mouth no healthsome air breathes in,[1278]
And there die strangled ere my Romeo comes?[1279] 35
Or, if I live, is it not very like,[1280]
The horrible conceit of death and night,
Together with the terror of the place,[1281]
As in a vault, an ancient receptacle,
Where for this many hundred years the bones[1282] 40
Of all my buried ancestors are pack'd;
Where bloody Tybalt, yet but green in earth,
Lies festering in his shroud; where, as they say,
At some hours in the night spirits resort;
Alack, alack, is it not like that I[1283] 45
So early waking, what with loathsome smells
And shrieks like mandrakes' torn out of the earth,[1284]
That living mortals hearing them run mad:
O, if I wake, shall I not be distraught,[1285]
Environed with all these hideous fears?[1286] 50
And madly play with my forefathers' joints?[1287]
And pluck the mangled Tybalt from his shroud?
And, in this rage, with some great kinsman's bone,[1288]
As with a club, dash out my desperate brains?
O, look! methinks I see my cousin's ghost 55
Seeking out Romeo, that did spit his body[1289]
Upon a rapier's point: stay, Tybalt, stay![1289][1290]
Romeo, I come! this do I drink to thee.[1291]