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Romeo and Juliet, V. iii

Bal. Here's one, a friend, and one that knows you well.

''Fri. L''. Bliss be upon you! Tell me, good my friend,

What torch is yond, that vainly lends his light

To grubs and eyeless skulls? as I discern,

It burneth in the Capel's monument.

Bal. It doth so, holy sir; and there's my master,

One that you love.

''Fri. L''. Who is it?

Bal. Romeo.

''Fri. L''. How long hath he been there?

Bal. Full half an hour.

''Fri. L''. Go with me to the vault.

Bal. 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.

''Fri. L''. Stay then, I'll go alone. Fear comes upon me;

O! much I fear some ill unlucky thing.

Bal. As I did sleep under this yew-tree here,

I dreamt my master and another fought,

And that my master slew him.

''Fri. L''. [Advances.] 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! O, pale! Who else? what! Paris too?

And steep'd in blood? Ah! what an unkind hour

Is guilty of this lamentable chance.

