JULIET: What if it's a poison the Friar mixed to kill me? Does he fear being disgraced if I marry Paris after he married me to Romeo? And yet, I shouldn't fear him, for he's a holy man.
What if I wake in the tomb before Romeo comes? Won't I be suffocated in that foul vault, with no healthy air to breathe, and die strangled before my Romeo comes? Or what if I live! I'll be surrounded by death, and night, and terror...
In that ancient receptacle, hundreds of years of bones—my ancestors' bones are packed... and bloody Tybalt, freshly entombed, lies rotting in his shroud. They say that ghosts revel in those tombs at night. Alas, alas!
Isn't it possible that I'll wake among those loathsome smells and howling shrieks and go... mad?