Farewell!–God knows when we shall meet again.
I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins
That almost freezes up the heat of life:
I’ll call them back again to comfort me;–
Nurse!–What should she do here?
What if this mixture
Shall I be married, then, to-morrow morning?–
No, No!–this shall forbid it:–lie thou there.–
What if it
Lest in this marriage he should be
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:–
I will not entertain so bad a thought.–
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!
Shall I not then be stifled in the vault,
To whose foul mouth no healthsome air breathes in,
And there die strangled ere my Romeo comes?
Or, if I live, is it not very like
The horrible conceit of death and night,
Together with the terror of the place,–
As in a vault, an ancient receptacle,
Where, for this many hundred years, the bones
Of all my buried ancestors are
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;–
So early waking,–what with loathsome smells,
And shrieks like mandrakes torn out of the earth,
O, if I wake, shall I not be distraught,
Environed with all these hideous fears?
And madly play with my forefathers’ joints?
And pluck the mangled Tybalt from his shroud?
And, in this rage, with some great kinsman’s bone,
As with a club, dash out my desperate brains?–
O, look! methinks I see my cousin’s ghost
Seeking out Romeo, that did spit his body
Upon a rapier’s point:–stay, Tybalt, stay!–
Romeo, I come! this do I drink to thee.
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