a criminal paſſion; he knows that you are married, and that you neither can nor ought to engage in a ſecond marriage. For my own part, was I in your place, I would ſhut my eyes and drink the liquor, with a perfect confidence in him.
Juliet.
You are right; my unhappineſs is ſo great, that nothing can augment it; let us reſign ourſelves entirely to the will of Heaven. Adieu, my dear Celia. [After theſe laſt words, ſhe drinks the liquor in the phial.
Celia.
What? My dear miſtreſs, you bid me adieu! Muſt I ſee you no more?
Juliet.
What a devouring fire is kindled of a ſudden in my breaſt! Ah, Celia!———What dreadful torture?———I faint.———Ah, Celia!———Juſt Heavens!———What have you brought me?
Celia.
What Aurelio gave me. Ah! Madam.———Help! ſhe is dying!
Juliet.
Surely he has made a miſtake; this liquor is a violent poiſon; I no longer ſee you but through a cloudy miſt; my bowels are racked.———Ah! great God! you terminate my life and my miſfortunes.———Alas!———I cannot breathe.—I feel,
