What If

Juliet: Farewell, God knows when we shall meet again.
 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.
 What if it be a poison which the Friar
 Subtly hath minister'd to have me dead,
 Because he married me before to Romeo?
 I fear it is, and yet methinks it should not,
 For he hath still been tried a holy man.
 How if when I am laid into the tomb,
 I wake before the time that Romeo
 Come to redeem me, there a fearful point:
 Shall I not then be stifled in the vault?
 To whose foul mouth no healthsome air breathes in,
 And there die strangled ere my Romeo comes.
 Romeo, Romeo, Romeo, here's drink, I drink to thee.