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50Oh, 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, 55As 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.

Romeo and Juliet

Act 4 Scene 3