Yes, those are the best clothes. But, gentle Nurse, please leave me alone tonight. I have to say a lot of prayers to make the heavens bless me.
are you busy? Do you need my help?
No, mom, we’ve figured out the best things for me to wear tomorrow at the ceremony. So if it’s okay with you, I’d like to be left alone now.
Good night. Go to bed and get some rest. I’m sure you need it.
Good-bye. Only God knows when we’ll meet again. There is a slight cold fear cutting through my veins. What if this mixture doesn’t work at all? Will I be married tomorrow morning? No, no, this knife will stop it.
I’m afraid that it’s poison. But, it shouldn’t be poison because he is a trustworthy holy man. What if, when I am put in the tomb, I wake up before Romeo comes to save me? That’s a frightening idea. Will I die of suffocation before Romeo comes? Or if I live, I’ll be surrounded by death and darkness. There will be bones hundreds of years old in that tomb. Tybalt’s body will be in there, freshly entombed, and his corpse will be rotting. They say that during the night the spirits are in tombs. Oh no. I’ll wake up and smell awful odors. I’ll hear screams that would drive people crazy.
If I wake up too early, won’t I go insane with all these horrible, frightening things around me, and pull Tybalt’s corpse out of his death shroud? Will I grab one of my dead ancestor’s bones and bash in my own skull? Oh, look! I think I see my cousin Tybalt’s ghost. He’s looking for Romeo because Romeo killed him. Wait, Tybalt, wait! Here’s a drink. I drink to you.