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Romeo and Juliet

Act IV, Scene 3

Juliet's chamber.
 
[Enter JULIET and Nurse]
 
JULIET
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      Aye those^|attires | are best:| but gen|tle nurse,
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      I pray | thee leave | me to | my self | tonight,
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      For I | have need | of ma|ny or|isons
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      To move | the hea|vens to smile | upon | my state,
              ,            ,          ,           ,        ,
5     Which well | thou knowst,| is cross | and full | of sin.
 
[Enter LADY CAPULET]
 
LADY CAPULET
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      What are | you bu|sy ho?| Need you | my help?
 
JULIET
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      No ma/dam; we have | culled such | neces|saries
       ,    2     ,        ,          ,       ,
      As are be|hoveful | for our | state to|morrow:
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      So please | you, let | me now | be left | alone,
           ,          ,            ,          ,         ,
10    And let | the nurse | this night | sit up | with you;
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      For I | am sure,| you have | your hands | full all,
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      In this / so sud|den bus|iness.
 
LADY CAPULET
                                       ,     ___
                                     Good | night:
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      Get thee | to bed | and rest;| for thou | hast need.
 
[Exeunt LADY CAPULET and Nurse]
 
JULIET
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15    Farewell:| God knows | when we | shall meet | again.
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      I have a // faint cold fear | thrills through | my veins,
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      That al|most free|zes up | the heat | of life:
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      I'll call | them back | again | to com|fort me:
       ___      ,            ,         ,
      Nurse,| what should | she do | here?
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20      My | dismal || scene I | needs must | act a|lone.
      <-  T    T       ,             ,        ,         ,        ,
        Come vial,|| what if | this mix|ture do | not work | at all?
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      Shall I be | married | then to|morrow | morning?
       T   T    T         2    ,         ,           ,
      No, no, this | shall forbid | it. Lie | thou there,
 
[Laying down her dagger]
        ,    2      ,      ,         ,          ,
      What if it | be a | poison,| which the | friar
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25    Subtly | hath min|istered | to have | me dead,
        ,    2        ,          ,           ,      ,
      Lest in this | marriage | he should | be dis|honored,
          ,         ,        ,       ,        ,   2  ->
      Because | he mar|ried me | before | to Ro||meo?
            ,    x          ,         ,       2        ,
      I / fear it is:| and yet | methinks | it should not,
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      For he | hath still | been tried | a ho|ly man.
       ,          ,           ,       ,         ,
30    How, if | when I | am laid | into | the tomb,
          ,        ,          ,          ,   ,
      I wake | before | the time | that Ro|meo
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      Come to | redeem | me? There's | a fear|ful point:
        ,    2        ,        ,          2      ,
      Shall I not | then be | stifled | in the vault,
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        To whose || foul mouth no | healthsome | air breathes in,
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35    And there | die stran/gled ere | my Ro|meo comes?
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      Or if | I live,| is it | not ve|ry like,
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      The hor|rible | conceit | of death | and night,
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      Toge|ther with | the ter|ror of | the place
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      As in | a vault,| an an|cient recep|tacle,
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40    Where for | these* ma|ny hun|dred years | the bones
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      Of all | my bur|ied an|cestors | are packed:
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      Where blood|y Ty|balt, yet | but green | in earth,
        ,   ,             2       ,            ,         ,
      Lies fes/tering | in his shroud;| where^as | they say,
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      At some | hours in | the night | spirits | resort:
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45    Alack,| alack,| is it | not like | that I,
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      So ear|ly wa|king, what | with loath|some smells,
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      And shrieks | like man|drakes' torn / out of | the earth,
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      That li|ving mor|tals hear|ing them,| run mad.
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      O if | I wake,| shall I | not be | distraught,
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50    Envi|roned | with all | these hid|eous fears?
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      And mad|ly play | with my / forefa|ther's joints?
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      And pluck | the man|gled Ty|balt from | his shroud?
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      And in | this rage,| with some / great kin|sman's bone,
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      As (with | a club)| dash^out | my des|perate brains?
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55    O look,| methinks | I see | my cou|sin's ghost
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      Seeking | out Ro|meo that | did spit | his bod||y
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      Upon | a ra|pier's point:| stay Tybalt, stay;
       , 2        ,      ,           ,          ,
      Romeo | I come,| this do | I drink | to thee.
 
[She falls upon her bed, within the curtains]

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