JULIET: There is a faint, cold fear piercing my veins—it almost freezes up the heat of life.
I'll call them back here to comfort me. Nurse!
Oh, what good would she do here? I must act out this desperate scene alone.
Here's the vial. What if the mixture doesn't work? Will I be married tomorrow morning?
No, no. This will forbid it. Lie down there.