And, in this rage, with some great kinsman's bone,
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As with a club, dash out my desperate brains?
Oh, 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, Romeo, Romeo! Here's drink. I drink to
thee.
If I wake up too early, won't I go insane with all these
horrible, frightening things around me, start playing with my
ancestors' bones, and pull Tybalt's corpse out of
his death shroud? Will I grab one of my dead ancestor's
bones and bash in my own skull? Oh, look! I think I see my cousin
Tybalt's ghost. He's looking for Romeo because
Romeo killed him with his sword. Wait, Tybalt, wait! Romeo, Romeo,
Romeo! Here's a drink. I drink to you.
She drinks and falls down on the bed, hidden by the bed
curtains
She drinks from the vial and falls on her bed, hidden by
her bed curtains.
