Among a sisterhood of holy nuns:
Stay not to question, for the watch is coming;
Come, go, good Juliet.-[Noise again.] I dare no
longer stay.
Jul. Go, get thee hence, for I will not away.-
[Exit Friar Laurence.
What's here? a cup, closed in my true love's hand?
Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end:
O churl! drunk all, and left no friendly drop,
To help me after ?—I will kiss thy lips;
Haply, some poison yet doth hang on them,
To make me die with a restorative.
Thy lips are warm.
I Watch. [Within.] Lead, boy:-which way?
Jul. Yea, noise ?-then I'll be brief.-O happy
[Snatching ROMEO's dagger.
This is thy sheath; [stabs herself] there rust, and