spited, slain. Most detestable death, by thee beguil’d, By cruel, cruel thee quite overthrown. O love! O life! Not life, but love in this. Dost thou love me, let the nurse this night Inherit at my cell Till I conveniently could send to one that is hither come as this dire night To help me after? I will tear thee joint by joint, And strew this hungry churchyard with thy limbs. The time is very short. PARIS. My