Friar laurence: stay not to question, for the watch is coming; come, go, good juliet.—[noise again.] i dare no longer stay. juliet: go, get thee hence, for i will not away. [exit friar laurence.] what’s here? a cup, clos’d in my true love’s hand? poison, i see, hath been his timeless end. o churl! drunk all, and left no friendly drop to me after! i will kiss thy lips; haply, some poison yet doth hang on them, to make me die with a restorative. [kisses him.] thy lips are warm! first watch: [within.] lead, boy: which way? juliet: yea, noise? then i’ll be brief. o happy dagger! [snatching romeo’s dagger.] which phrases from the passage are oxymorons? check all that apply. true love’s hand happy dagger good juliet lips are warm timeless end