Ay, those attires are best, but, gentle nurse, I pray thee, leave me to myself to-night, For I have need of many orisons To move the heavens to smile upon my state, Which, well thou know'st, is cross, and full of sin.
I am fine mother, have the nurse stay beside you, for I am aware of your stress
Alright then. I shall be on my way, make sure to rest for tomorrow
Juliet, can I be of assistance?
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.
Nurse!—What should she do here? My dismal scene I needs must act alone. Come, vial. (holds out the vial) What if this mixture do not work at all? Shall I be married then tomorrow morning? No, no. This shall forbid it. Lie thou there.
But... What if this potion is poison and not a sleeping potion at all? Would the Friar do such a thing? If he did, he would be tried a holy man... Oh, why do I think such thoughts?
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, Romeo, Romeo! Here's drink—I drink to thee.