What if it be a poison which the Friar subtly hath ministered to have me dead, lest in this marriage he should be dishonoured because he married me before Romeo?
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 stifles in the vault, to those whose foul moth no healthsome air breathes in , and there die strangles ere my Romeo comes?
Oh, 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.
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.