1 That may be, sir, when I may be a wife.
2 Alas, my liege, my wife is dead tonight.
3 Take me with you, take me with you, wife.
4 Tush, I will stir about, And all things shall be well, I warrant thee, wife.
5 Go you to Juliet ere you go to bed, Prepare her, wife, against this wedding day.
6 Then hie you hence to Friar Lawrence cell; There stays a husband to make you a wife.
7 Romeo, there dead, was husband to that Juliet, And she, there dead, that Romeo's faithful wife.
8 Or bid me go into a new-made grave, And hide me with a dead man in his shroud; Things that, to hear them told, have made me tremble, And I will do it without fear or doubt, To live an unstain'd wife to my sweet love.