JULIET: That damned old woman! Oh, most wicked fiend!
Is it a worse sin for her to beg me to break my vows or to criticize my lord after praising him so many thousand times before?
Away with you and your advice, nurse. You and my most secret thoughts shall never meet again.
I'll go to the Friar to find a remedy. If all else fails, at least I have the power to die.