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Who bare my letter then to Romeo? Exit.
Exit.
FRIAR JOHN

I could not send it - here it is again -
Nor get a messenger to bring it thee, [15]
So fearful were they of infection.

FRIAR LAURENCE

Unhappy fortune! By my brotherhood,
The letter was not nice but full of charge,
Of dear import, and the neglecting it
May do much danger. Friar John, go hence, [20]
Get me an iron crow and bring it straight
Unto my cell.

FRIAR JOHN

Brother, I’ll go and bring it thee.

FRIAR LAURENCE

Now must I to the monument alone.
Within this three hours will fair Juliet wake.
She will beshrew me much that Romeo [25]
Hath had no notice of these accidents,
But I will write again to Mantua,
And keep her at my cell till Romeo come.
Poor living corse, clos’d in a dead man’s tomb.

Scene III IT

Enter Paris and his Page, with flowers and sweet water.

PARIS

Give me thy torch, boy. Hence and stand aloof.
Yet put it out, for I would not be seen.
Under yond yew trees lay thee all along,
Holding thy ear close to the hollow ground;
So shall no foot upon the churchyard tread, [5]
Being loose, unfirm, with digging up of graves,