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I dreamt my master and another fought,
And that my master slew him.

FRIAR LAURENCE

Romeo!
Friar stoops and looks on the blood and weapons.

Alack, alack, what blood is this which stains [140]
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 [145]
Is guilty of this lamentable chance?
The lady stirs.

Juliet rises.

JULIET

O comfortable Friar, where is my lord?
I do remember well where I should be,
And there I am. Where is my Romeo? [150]

FRIAR LAURENCE

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, [155]
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.

JULIET Exit Friar Laurence.

Go, get thee hence, for I will not away. [160]

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 help me after? I will kiss thy lips.
Haply some poison yet doth hang on them [165]