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110 ROMEO AND JULIET. 

Lest in this mai-riage he should be dishouor'd, 

Because he married me before to Komeo ? 

I fear it is ; and yet, methinks, it should not, 

For he hath still been tried a holy man. 

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 stifled in the vault, 

To whose foul mouth no healthsome air breathes in 

And there die strangled ere my Komeo comes ? 

Or, if I live, is it not very like, 

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 pack'd ; 

Wliere 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 tliem run mad ; — 

0, 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 ?