Act 4 — Scene III. Juliet's chamber.[1260]

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

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.

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]

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]