JULIET: Can God be so jealous and hateful?
NURSE: Romeo can, even though God cannot. Oh, Romeo, Romeo, who would have thought it would be Romeo?
JULIET: What kind of devil are you to torture me like this? They should scream like that in hell!
Has Romeo killed himself?
If you say "Aye," that sound will poison me quicker than a cockatrice's* evil eye. I will no longer be myself. If Romeo is dead, say "Aye." If not, "No." Brief words determine my joy or woe.
NURSE: I saw the wound. I saw it with my own eyes. God bless that wound. A pitiful corpse. A bloody, pitiful corpse.
Pale as ashes and drenched in blood. Oh, the gore and the blood—I fainted when I saw it.
JULIET: Oh, my heart is breaking! My bankrupt heart is breaking! I'll send my eyes to prison, and they'll never be free to see again. I'll bury my vile body in the earth, and it will never move again. My body will embrace Romeo's in a single heavy coffin.
*cockatrice = a monster who could kill with a glance