If she has a shred of decency, she will cry, “O happy dagger! This is thy sheath; there rust, and let me die,” and stab herself.
“O comfortable Friar, where is my lord?
I do remember well where I should be, and there I am.”
Milhouse: We started out like Romeo and Juliet, but it ended up in tragedy.
Any else suspicious she was faking it?
Beguiled, divorced, wronged, spited, slain!
Most detestable death, by thee beguil’d,
By cruel cruel thee quite overthrown!
O love! O life! not life, but love in death!