You are wise and you have so much experience. Give me some advice about the current situation.
When you’re in bed, take this vial, mix its contents with liquor, and drink... you’ll seem dead.
I treated him with the proper love...
I’ll make this wedding happen tomorrow morning.
What if this mixture doesn’t work at all? What if the Friar mixed the potion to kill me? What if, when I am put in the tomb, I wake up before Romeo comes to save me? Will I die of suffocation before Romeo comes? Or if I live, I’ll be surrounded by death and darkness. They say that during the night the spirits are in tombs. Oh no, oh no.
Romeo, Romeo, Romeo! Here’s a drink. I drink to you.
She drinks from the vial and falls on her bed
Death, which has taken her away to make me cry, now ties up my tongue and won’t let me speak.
My child, my reason for living, wake up, look up, or I’ll die with you! Help, help! Call for help.