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William Shakespeare - Juliet`s SoliloquyWilliam Shakespeare - Juliet`s Soliloquy
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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? My dismal scene I needs must act alone.-- Come, vial.-- What if this mixture do not work at all? Shall I be married, then, to-morrow morning?-- No, No!--this shall forbid it:--lie thou there.-- What if it be a poison, which the friar Subtly hath minister`d to have me dead, 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:-- 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 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, So early waking,--what with loathsome smells, And shrieks like mandrakes torn out of the earth, That living mortals, hearing them, run mad;-- 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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