@reneesweet17
JULIET:
I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins,
That almost freezes up the heat of life:
I'll call them back again to comfort me:
Nurse! What should she do here?
My dismal scene I needs must act alone.
Come, vial.
What if this mixture do not work at all?
Shall I be married then to-morrow morning?
No, no: this shall forbid it: lie thou there.
(Laying down her dagger)
What if it be a poison, which the friar
Subtly hath minister'd to have me dead,
Lest in this marriage he should be dishonour'd,
Because he married

Question

@reneesweet17 
JULIET:
I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins, 
That almost freezes up the heat of life: 
I'll call them back again to comfort me: 
Nurse! What should she do here? 
My dismal scene I needs must act alone. 
Come, vial. 
What if this mixture do not work at all?
Shall I be married then to-morrow morning? 
No, no: this shall forbid it: lie thou there. 
(Laying down her dagger)
What if it be a poison, which the friar 
Subtly hath minister'd to have me dead, 
Lest in this marriage he should be dishonour'd, 
Because he married

anonymous · Answer

What is the question? And what do you think the answer is? And for the love of the CoC, Renee, no direct answers.

anonymous · Answer

i htiok it says that she is think she will soon be killed

anonymous · Answer

sorry

anonymous · Answer

think