Or, if I live, is it not very like,
The horrible conceit of death and night,
Together with the terror of the place,
As in a vault, an ancient receptacle,
Where, for these many hundred years, the bones
Of all my buried ancestors are pack’d;
In this excerpt, the motif of night emphasizes Juliet’s fear that
Romeo will join her in death.
she will be haunted by ghosts.
Romeo will never find her.
she will never wake up.