Friar Who is it? Man Romeo.
Friar How long hath he been there? Man Full half an hour.
Friar Go with me to the vault.
Man I dare not sir.
My master knows not but I am gone hence, And fearfully did menace me with death, If I did stay to look on his intents Friar Stay, then I'll go alone, fear comes upon me.
O much I fear some ill unthrifty thing.
Man As I did sleep under this yew-tree here, I dreamt my master and another fought, And that my master slew him.
Friar Romeo Alack, Alack, what blood is this which stains The stony entrance of this sepulchre? What mean these masterless and gory swords To lie discolour'd by this place of peace? Romeo, oh pale ! who else, what Paris too? And steep'd in blood? Ah what an unkind hour Is guilty of this lamentable chance ! The Lady stirs.
Juliet Oh comfortable Friar, where is my Lord? I do remember well where I should be : And there I am, where is my Romeo? Friar I hear some noise Lady, come from that nest Of death, contagion and unnatural sleep : A greater power than we can contradict Hath thwarted, our intents, come, come away, Thy husband in thy bosom there lies dead : And Paris too : come I'll dispose of thee, Among a Sisterhood of holy Nuns : Stay not to question, for the watch is coming, Come go good Juliet, I dare no longer stay.
Exit Friar Laurence.