Hold daughter. I do spy a kind of hope, Which craves as desperate an execution. As that is desperate which we would prevent.
Tell me not, friar, that thou hear'st of this, Unless thou tell me how to prevent it. With this knife I'll help it presently.
O, bid me leap, rather than marry Paris
Go home, be merry, give consent to marry Paris. To-morrow night look that thou lie alone. Take this thou vial, and this distilled liquor drink thou off. No warmth, no breath, shall testify thou livest...