JULIET: Give me the benefit of your long experience. Advise me, or else watch—this bloody knife will settle the case between me and my misfortunes, honorably resolving the situation that you and all your years and learning could not fix.
Don't wait to speak. I long to die if you cannot give me a remedy.
FRIAR LAWRENCE: Hold, daughter! I see some hope. This desperate situation requires desperate action.
If you have the strength to I kill yourself rather than marry Count Paris...
...Then you should be willing to undergo something like death to drive away this shame...
Since you already wrestle with death as an answer to your problems. I'll give you a remedy, if you dare.
JULIET: Oh, tell me to leap from the battlements of a tower or walk down an alley of thieves. Tell me to sit in a field of snakes. Chain me up with roaring bears.
Lock me every night in a tomb; cover me with dead men's rattling bones, their reeking flesh and jawless skulls. Bid me creep into a newly-made grave and hide with a dead man in his burial shroud.
All these things make me tremble to hear them named. Yet I would do them without fear or doubt to stay an unstained wife to my sweet love.