So please, let me now be left alone, my dear mother and nurse, you must be very busy with the preparations, and I must pray.
Good night. Get thee to bed and rest, for thou hast need it.
I have a faint cold fear that thrills through my veins. It almost freezes up the heat of life.
Though my fears, they try and consume me! What if this mixture does not work at all? Shall I be married then tomorrow morning?No, No! I forbid it!
Come, vial. Though I have my suspicions, you are instrumental to our plan.
And yet I think it should not, for he hath still been tried a holy man.
What if it this is actually a poison! One the Friarsubtly hath ministered to have me dead!!!Lest he should be dishonored by this whole ordeal.I fear it is!!
What if I wake before the time that my Romeo comes to redeem me? There’s a fearful point.Shall I not then be stifled in the vault, it's foul, toxic air strangling me!O, if I wake, shall I not be distraught? Confronted with all these hideous fears, will I become mad? And, in this rage, with some great kinsman’s bone, bash out my desperate brains?
O! Romeo, Romeo, Romeo! Here’s a drink. I drink to thee.Though I fear so vividly about the future, I choose the unknown over the known, for you, my True Love.
But oh, I see it now! Bloody Tybalt, my vengeful cousin, seeking out Romeo, the one that did spit his body upon a rapier’s point! Stay, Tybalt, stay!
{She drinks and falls upon her bed within the curtains}
SCENE: END
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