Juliet whispers; "Oh, you've got me up horridly! That'll never do; let me down! Pray let me down!" But Romeo proceeds, from the acting version of the play, be it understood: There, breathe a vital spirit on thy lips, And call thee back, my soul, to life and love! Juliet continues to whisper: "Pray put me down; you'll certainly throw me down if you don't set me on the ground directly." "In the midst of 'cruel, cursed fate,' his dagger fell out of his dress.

I, embracing him tenderly, crammed it back again, because I knew I should want it at the end." The performance thus went on: ROMEO.

Tear not my heart-strings thus! They break! they crack! Juliet! Juliet! [_Dies._ JULIET (_to corpse_).

Am I smothering you?
CORPSE.

Not at all.