But, gentle Nurse, I pray thee, leave me to myself tonight, 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.
What if it be a poison, which the friar subtly hath ministered to have me dead, lest in this marriage he should be dishonored because he married me before to Romeo?
The horrible conceit of death and night, together with the terror of the place— as in a vault, an ancient receptacle where for these many hundred years the bones of all my buried ancestors are packed; where bloody Tybalt, yet but green in earth, lies festering in his shroud; where, as they say, at some hours in the night spirits resort—?
(medicine) the formation of morbific matter in an abscess or a vesicle and the discharge of pus
The horrible conceit of death and night, together with the terror of the place— as in a vault, an ancient receptacle where for these many hundred years the bones of all my buried ancestors are packed; where bloody Tybalt, yet but green in earth, lies festering in his shroud; where, as they say, at some hours in the night spirits resort—?
Alack, alack, is it not like that I, so early waking, what with loathsome smells, and shrieks like mandrakes torn out of the earth, that living mortals, hearing them, run mad—?
Oh, if I wake, shall I not be distraught, environèd with all these hideous fears, and madly play with my forefather’s joints, and pluck the mangled Tybalt from his shroud, and, in this rage, with some great kinsman’s bone, as with a club, dash out my desperate brains?
Juliet
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