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Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on
Enter, at the other end of the churchyard, FRIAR
LAURENCE, with a lantern, crow, and spade. F. Lau. Saint Francis be my speed ! how oft to
night Have my old feet stumbled at graves ! - Who's
there? Who is it that consorts, so late, the dead?
Bal. Here's one, a friend, and one that knows
F. Lau. Bliss be upon you! Tell me, good my
Bal. It doth so, holy sir ; and there's my master, One that
Full half an hour.
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.
Bal. As I did sleep under this yew-tree here,
Centers the monument. Romeo! O, 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 wakes and stirs.
[noise within. F. Lau. I hear some noise.—Lady, come from