JULIET: Oh, if I wake too early, will I not go insane with all these hideous fears? Won't I start playing madly with my ancestors bones, and tear the mangled Tybalt from his shroud?
Will I grab some great kinsman's bone and dash out my desperate brains?
Oh, look! I think I see Tybalt's ghost...He seeks out Romeo, who speared him on the tip of his sword…
Wait, Tybalt, wait! Romeo! Romeo! Here's a drink. I drink to you.