Scene 22 act 4, scene 3

[Juliet's bedroom, that night. JULIET & NURSE]

JULIET 4.3.1
Ay, those attires are best. But gentle Nurse, clothes
I pray thee, leave me to myself tonight, leave me alone
For I have need of many orisons prayers
To move the heavens to smile upon my state, encourage, situation
Which, well thou know'st, is cross and full of sin. conflicted

LADY CAPULET [enters] 4.3.6
What, are you busy, ho? Need you my help?

JULIET 4.3.7
No, madam. We have culled such necessaries picked out everything
As are behoveful for our state tomorrow. as needed for the ceremony
So please you, let me now be left alone,
And let the Nurse this night sit up with you; stay with you
For I am sure you have your hands full all
In this so sudden business.

LADY CAPULET Good night. 4.3.13
Get thee to bed and rest, for thou hast need.

[They exit]

JULIET 4.3.14
Farewell. God knows when we shall meet again.
I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins fainting cold fear rushing
That almost freezes up the heat of life. freezes me to death
I'll call them back again to comfort me.
—Nurse!—What should she do here?
My dismal scene I needs must act alone. dreadful 4.3.20
Come, vial.
What if this mixture do not work at all?
Shall I be married then tomorrow morning?
No, no, this shall forbid it. [takes a dagger
and puts it by the bed] Lie thou there.
What if it be a poison, which the Friar 4.3.25
Subtly hath ministered to have me dead, cunningly, administered
Lest in this marriage he should be dishonored otherwise
Because he married me before to Romeo?
I fear it is, and yet methinks it should not, I think
For he hath still been tried a holy man. always proven himself 4.3.30
How if, when I am laid into the tomb,
I wake before the time that Romeo
Come to redeem me? There's a fearful point! get me, frightening
Shall I not then be stifled in the vault, suffocated, tomb
To whose foul mouth no healthsome air breathes in, fresh 4.3.35
And there die strangled ere my Romeo comes? before
Or if I live, is it not very like isn't it likely
The horrible conceit of death and night, thoughts
Together with the terror of the place...
As in a vault, an ancient receptacle, tomb 4.3.40
Where, for these many hundred years, the bones
Of all my buried ancestors are packed;
Where bloody Tybalt, yet but green in earth, just recently buried
Lies festering in his shroud; where as they say, rotting
At some hours in the night spirits resort... haunt 4.3.45
Alack, alack, is it not like that I, not likely
So early waking, what with loathsome smells, waking too early, awful
And shrieks like mandrakes ' torn out of the earth, a plant with magic power
That living mortals, hearing them, run mad... people, go mad
O, if I wake⁴, shall I not be distraught, mad 4.3.50
Environèd with all these hideous fears? surrounded
And madly play with my forefathers' joints? ancestors' bones
And pluck the mangled Tybalt from his shroud? pull
And, in this rage, with some great kinsman's bone, madness
As with a club, dash out my desperate brains? 4.3.55
O look! Methinks I see my cousin's ghost I think
Seeking out Romeo that did spit his body stab
Upon a rapier 's point! Stay, Tybalt, stay! sword, stop
Romeo, I come! This do¹ I drink to thee. Romeo, Romeo, Romeo. Here's drink.²
[She drinks then falls in bed within the curtains]

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