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Romeo and Juliet

William Shakespeare

Act 5 Scene 3

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Enter PARIS and his PAGE	Enter PARIS and his PAGE
PARIS Give me thy torch, boy. Hence, and stand aloof. Yet put it out, for I would not be seen. Under yon yew trees lay thee all along, Holding thine ear close to the hollow ground— 5 So shall no foot upon the churchyard tread, Being loose, unfirm, with digging up of graves, But thou shalt hear it. Whistle then to me, As signal that thou hear’st something approach. Give me those flowers. Do as I bid thee, go.	PARIS Give me thy torch, boy. Hence, and stand aloof. Yet put it out, for I would not be seen. Under yon yew trees lay thee all along, Holding thine ear close to the hollow ground— So shall no foot upon the churchyard tread, Being loose, unfirm, with digging up of graves, But thou shalt hear it. Whistle then to me, As signal that thou hear’st something approach. Give me those flowers. Do as I bid thee, go.
PAGE extinguishes torch, gives PARIS flowers	PAGE extinguishes torch, gives PARIS flowers
PAGE (aside) I am almost afraid to stand alone Here in the churchyard. Yet I will adventure.	PAGE (aside) I am almost afraid to stand alone Here in the churchyard. Yet I will adventure.
PAGE moves aside	PAGE moves aside
PARIS (scatters flowers at JULIET'S closed tomb) Sweet flower, with flowers thy bridal bed I strew— O woe! Thy canopy is dust and stones— 15 Which with sweet water nightly I will dew. Or, wanting that, with tears distilled by moans, The obsequies that I for thee will keep Nightly shall be to strew thy grave and weep.	PARIS (scatters flowers at JULIET'S closed tomb) Sweet flower, with flowers thy bridal bed I strew— O woe! Thy canopy is dust and stones— Which with sweet water nightly I will dew. Or, wanting that, with tears distilled by moans, The obsequies that I for thee will keep Nightly shall be to strew thy grave and weep.
PAGE whistles	PAGE whistles
The boy gives warning something doth approach. 20 What cursèd foot wanders this way tonight To cross my obsequies and true love’s rite? What with a torch! Muffle me, night, awhile.	The boy gives warning something doth approach. What cursèd foot wanders this way tonight To cross my obsequies and true love’s rite? What with a torch! Muffle me, night, awhile.
PARIS moves away from the tomb Enter ROMEO and BALTHASAR	PARIS moves away from the tomb Enter ROMEO and BALTHASAR
ROMEO Give me that mattock and the wrenching iron. (takes them from BALTHASAR) 25 Hold, take this letter. Early in the morning See thou deliver it to my lord and father. (gives letter to BALTHASAR) Give me the light. (takes torch from BALTHASAR) Upon thy life I charge thee, 30 Whate'er thou hear’st or seest, stand all aloof, And do not interrupt me in my course. Why I descend into this bed of death Is partly to behold my lady’s face, But chiefly to take thence from her dead finger 35 A precious ring, a ring that I must use In dear employment. Therefore hence, be gone. But if thou, jealous, dost return to pry In what I farther shall intend to do, By heaven, I will tear thee joint by joint 40 And strew this hungry churchyard with thy limbs. The time and my intents are savage, wild, More fierce and more inexorable far Than empty tigers or the roaring sea.	ROMEO Give me that mattock and the wrenching iron. (takes them from BALTHASAR) Hold, take this letter. Early in the morning See thou deliver it to my lord and father. (gives letter to BALTHASAR) Give me the light. (takes torch from BALTHASAR) Upon thy life I charge thee, Whate'er thou hear’st or seest, stand all aloof, And do not interrupt me in my course. Why I descend into this bed of death Is partly to behold my lady’s face, But chiefly to take thence from her dead finger A precious ring, a ring that I must use In dear employment. Therefore hence, be gone. But if thou, jealous, dost return to pry In what I farther shall intend to do, By heaven, I will tear thee joint by joint And strew this hungry churchyard with thy limbs. The time and my intents are savage, wild, More fierce and more inexorable far Than empty tigers or the roaring sea.
BALTHASAR 45 I will be gone, sir, and not trouble you.	BALTHASAR I will be gone, sir, and not trouble you.
ROMEO So shalt thou show me friendship. Take thou that. (gives BALTHASAR money) Live and be prosperous, and farewell, good fellow.	ROMEO So shalt thou show me friendship. Take thou that. (gives BALTHASAR money) Live and be prosperous, and farewell, good fellow.
BALTHASAR (aside) For all this same, I’ll hide me hereabout. 50 His looks I fear, and his intents I doubt.	BALTHASAR (aside) For all this same, I’ll hide me hereabout. His looks I fear, and his intents I doubt.
BALTHASAR moves aside, falls asleep	BALTHASAR moves aside, falls asleep
ROMEO Thou detestable maw, thou womb of death, Gorged with the dearest morsel of the earth, Thus I enforce thy rotten jaws to open, And in despite I’ll cram thee with more food! (begins to opens the tomb with his tools)	ROMEO Thou detestable maw, thou womb of death, Gorged with the dearest morsel of the earth, Thus I enforce thy rotten jaws to open, And in despite I’ll cram thee with more food! (begins to opens the tomb with his tools)
PARIS (aside) This is that banished haughty Montague, That murdered my love’s cousin, with which grief, It is supposed the fair creature died. And here is come to do some villainous shame 60 To the dead bodies. I will apprehend him. (to ROMEO) Stop thy unhallowed toil, vile Montague! Can vengeance be pursued further than death? Condemnèd villain, I do apprehend thee. Obey and go with me, for thou must die.	PARIS (aside) This is that banished haughty Montague, That murdered my love’s cousin, with which grief, It is supposed the fair creature died. And here is come to do some villainous shame To the dead bodies. I will apprehend him. (to ROMEO) Stop thy unhallowed toil, vile Montague! Can vengeance be pursued further than death? Condemnèd villain, I do apprehend thee. Obey and go with me, for thou must die.
ROMEO I must indeed, and therefore came I hither. Good gentle youth, tempt not a desperate man. Fly hence and leave me. Think upon these gone. Let them affright thee. I beseech thee, youth, 70 Put not another sin upon my head By urging me to fury. O, be gone! By heaven, I love thee better than myself, For I come hither armed against myself. Stay not, be gone. Live, and hereafter say 75 A madman’s mercy bid thee run away.	ROMEO I must indeed, and therefore came I hither. Good gentle youth, tempt not a desperate man. Fly hence and leave me. Think upon these gone. Let them affright thee. I beseech thee, youth, Put not another sin upon my head By urging me to fury. O, be gone! By heaven, I love thee better than myself, For I come hither armed against myself. Stay not, be gone. Live, and hereafter say A madman’s mercy bid thee run away.
PARIS I do defy thy commination And apprehend thee for a felon here.	PARIS I do defy thy commination And apprehend thee for a felon here.
ROMEO Wilt thou provoke me? Then have at thee, boy!	ROMEO Wilt thou provoke me? Then have at thee, boy!
ROMEO and PARIS fight	ROMEO and PARIS fight
PAGE O Lord, they fight! I will go call the watch.	PAGE O Lord, they fight! I will go call the watch.
Exit PAGE	Exit PAGE
PARIS (falls) Oh, I am slain! If thou be merciful, Open the tomb. Lay me with Juliet.	PARIS (falls) Oh, I am slain! If thou be merciful, Open the tomb. Lay me with Juliet.
PARIS dies	PARIS dies
ROMEO In faith, I will.—Let me peruse this face. Mercutio’s kinsman, noble County Paris. What said my man, when my betossèd soul 85 Did not attend him as we rode? I think He told me Paris should have married Juliet. Said he not so? Or did I dream it so? Or am I mad, hearing him talk of Juliet, To think it was so?—O, give me thy hand, 90 One writ with me in sour misfortune’s book. I’ll bury thee in a triumphant grave.	ROMEO In faith, I will.—Let me peruse this face. Mercutio’s kinsman, noble County Paris. What said my man, when my betossèd soul Did not attend him as we rode? I think He told me Paris should have married Juliet. Said he not so? Or did I dream it so? Or am I mad, hearing him talk of Juliet, To think it was so?—O, give me thy hand, One writ with me in sour misfortune’s book. I’ll bury thee in a triumphant grave.
ROMEO opens the tomb to reveal JULIET inside	ROMEO opens the tomb to reveal JULIET inside
A grave? Oh, no. A lantern, slaughtered youth, For here lies Juliet, and her beauty makes This vault a feasting presence full of light. 95 Death, lie thou there, by a dead man interred. (lays PARIS in the tomb)	A grave? Oh, no. A lantern, slaughtered youth, For here lies Juliet, and her beauty makes This vault a feasting presence full of light. Death, lie thou there, by a dead man interred. (lays PARIS in the tomb)
How oft when men are at the point of death Have they been merry, which their keepers call A lightning before death! Oh, how may I 100 Call this a lightning?—O my love, my wife! Death, that hath sucked the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty. Thou art not conquered. Beauty’s ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, And death’s pale flag is not advancèd there.— Tybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody sheet? O, what more favor can I do to thee, Than with that hand that cut thy youth in twain To sunder his that was thine enemy? 110 Forgive me, cousin.—Ah, dear Juliet, Why art thou yet so fair? Shall I believe That unsubstantial death is amorous, And that the lean abhorrèd monster keeps Thee here in dark to be his paramour? 115 For fear of that, I still will stay with thee, And never from this palace of dim night Depart again. Here, here will I remain With worms that are thy chamber maids. Oh, here Will I set up my everlasting rest, 120 And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars From this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last. Arms, take your last embrace. And, lips, O you The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss A dateless bargain to engrossing death. (kisses JULIET, takes out the poison) Come, bitter conduct, come, unsavoury guide. Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on The dashing rocks thy seasick, weary bark. Here’s to my love! (drinks the poison) O true apothecary, 130 Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die.	How oft when men are at the point of death Have they been merry, which their keepers call A lightning before death! Oh, how may I Call this a lightning?—O my love, my wife! Death, that hath sucked the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty. Thou art not conquered. Beauty’s ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, And death’s pale flag is not advancèd there.— Tybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody sheet? O, what more favor can I do to thee, Than with that hand that cut thy youth in twain To sunder his that was thine enemy? Forgive me, cousin.—Ah, dear Juliet, Why art thou yet so fair? Shall I believe That unsubstantial death is amorous, And that the lean abhorrèd monster keeps Thee here in dark to be his paramour? For fear of that, I still will stay with thee, And never from this palace of dim night Depart again. Here, here will I remain With worms that are thy chamber maids. Oh, here Will I set up my everlasting rest, And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars From this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last. Arms, take your last embrace. And, lips, O you The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss A dateless bargain to engrossing death. (kisses JULIET, takes out the poison) Come, bitter conduct, come, unsavoury guide. Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on The dashing rocks thy seasick, weary bark. Here’s to my love! (drinks the poison) O true apothecary, Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die.
ROMEO dies	ROMEO dies
Enter FRIAR LAWRENCE with lantern, crow, and spade	Enter FRIAR LAWRENCE with lantern, crow, and spade
FRIAR LAWRENCE Saint Francis be my speed! How oft tonight Have my old feet stumbled at graves!—Who’s there?	FRIAR LAWRENCE Saint Francis be my speed! How oft tonight Have my old feet stumbled at graves!—Who’s there?
BALTHASAR Here’s one, a friend, and one that knows you well.	BALTHASAR Here’s one, a friend, and one that knows you well.
FRIAR LAWRENCE Bliss be upon you! Tell me, good my friend, 135 What torch is yond that vainly lends his light To grubs and eyeless skulls? As I discern, It burneth in the Capels' monument.	FRIAR LAWRENCE 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 Capels' monument.
BALTHASAR It doth so, holy sir, and there’s my master, One that you love.	BALTHASAR It doth so, holy sir, and there’s my master, One that you love.
FRIAR LAWRENCE Who is it?	FRIAR LAWRENCE Who is it?
BALTHASAR Romeo.	BALTHASAR Romeo.
FRIAR LAWRENCE 140 How long hath he been there?	FRIAR LAWRENCE How long hath he been there?
BALTHASAR Full half an hour.	BALTHASAR Full half an hour.
FRIAR LAWRENCE Go with me to the vault.	FRIAR LAWRENCE Go with me to the vault.

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Enter PARIS and his PAGE	Enter PARIS and his PAGE
PARIS Give me thy torch, boy. Hence, and stand aloof. Yet put it out, for I would not be seen. Under yon yew trees lay thee all along, Holding thine ear close to the hollow ground— 5 So shall no foot upon the churchyard tread, Being loose, unfirm, with digging up of graves, But thou shalt hear it. Whistle then to me, As signal that thou hear’st something approach. Give me those flowers. Do as I bid thee, go.	PARIS Give me thy torch, boy. Hence, and stand aloof. Yet put it out, for I would not be seen. Under yon yew trees lay thee all along, Holding thine ear close to the hollow ground— So shall no foot upon the churchyard tread, Being loose, unfirm, with digging up of graves, But thou shalt hear it. Whistle then to me, As signal that thou hear’st something approach. Give me those flowers. Do as I bid thee, go.
PAGE extinguishes torch, gives PARIS flowers	PAGE extinguishes torch, gives PARIS flowers
PAGE (aside) I am almost afraid to stand alone Here in the churchyard. Yet I will adventure.	PAGE (aside) I am almost afraid to stand alone Here in the churchyard. Yet I will adventure.
PAGE moves aside	PAGE moves aside
PARIS (scatters flowers at JULIET'S closed tomb) Sweet flower, with flowers thy bridal bed I strew— O woe! Thy canopy is dust and stones— 15 Which with sweet water nightly I will dew. Or, wanting that, with tears distilled by moans, The obsequies that I for thee will keep Nightly shall be to strew thy grave and weep.	PARIS (scatters flowers at JULIET'S closed tomb) Sweet flower, with flowers thy bridal bed I strew— O woe! Thy canopy is dust and stones— Which with sweet water nightly I will dew. Or, wanting that, with tears distilled by moans, The obsequies that I for thee will keep Nightly shall be to strew thy grave and weep.
PAGE whistles	PAGE whistles
The boy gives warning something doth approach. 20 What cursèd foot wanders this way tonight To cross my obsequies and true love’s rite? What with a torch! Muffle me, night, awhile.	The boy gives warning something doth approach. What cursèd foot wanders this way tonight To cross my obsequies and true love’s rite? What with a torch! Muffle me, night, awhile.
PARIS moves away from the tomb Enter ROMEO and BALTHASAR	PARIS moves away from the tomb Enter ROMEO and BALTHASAR
ROMEO Give me that mattock and the wrenching iron. (takes them from BALTHASAR) 25 Hold, take this letter. Early in the morning See thou deliver it to my lord and father. (gives letter to BALTHASAR) Give me the light. (takes torch from BALTHASAR) Upon thy life I charge thee, 30 Whate'er thou hear’st or seest, stand all aloof, And do not interrupt me in my course. Why I descend into this bed of death Is partly to behold my lady’s face, But chiefly to take thence from her dead finger 35 A precious ring, a ring that I must use In dear employment. Therefore hence, be gone. But if thou, jealous, dost return to pry In what I farther shall intend to do, By heaven, I will tear thee joint by joint 40 And strew this hungry churchyard with thy limbs. The time and my intents are savage, wild, More fierce and more inexorable far Than empty tigers or the roaring sea.	ROMEO Give me that mattock and the wrenching iron. (takes them from BALTHASAR) Hold, take this letter. Early in the morning See thou deliver it to my lord and father. (gives letter to BALTHASAR) Give me the light. (takes torch from BALTHASAR) Upon thy life I charge thee, Whate'er thou hear’st or seest, stand all aloof, And do not interrupt me in my course. Why I descend into this bed of death Is partly to behold my lady’s face, But chiefly to take thence from her dead finger A precious ring, a ring that I must use In dear employment. Therefore hence, be gone. But if thou, jealous, dost return to pry In what I farther shall intend to do, By heaven, I will tear thee joint by joint And strew this hungry churchyard with thy limbs. The time and my intents are savage, wild, More fierce and more inexorable far Than empty tigers or the roaring sea.
BALTHASAR 45 I will be gone, sir, and not trouble you.	BALTHASAR I will be gone, sir, and not trouble you.
ROMEO So shalt thou show me friendship. Take thou that. (gives BALTHASAR money) Live and be prosperous, and farewell, good fellow.	ROMEO So shalt thou show me friendship. Take thou that. (gives BALTHASAR money) Live and be prosperous, and farewell, good fellow.
BALTHASAR (aside) For all this same, I’ll hide me hereabout. 50 His looks I fear, and his intents I doubt.	BALTHASAR (aside) For all this same, I’ll hide me hereabout. His looks I fear, and his intents I doubt.
BALTHASAR moves aside, falls asleep	BALTHASAR moves aside, falls asleep
ROMEO Thou detestable maw, thou womb of death, Gorged with the dearest morsel of the earth, Thus I enforce thy rotten jaws to open, And in despite I’ll cram thee with more food! (begins to opens the tomb with his tools)	ROMEO Thou detestable maw, thou womb of death, Gorged with the dearest morsel of the earth, Thus I enforce thy rotten jaws to open, And in despite I’ll cram thee with more food! (begins to opens the tomb with his tools)
PARIS (aside) This is that banished haughty Montague, That murdered my love’s cousin, with which grief, It is supposed the fair creature died. And here is come to do some villainous shame 60 To the dead bodies. I will apprehend him. (to ROMEO) Stop thy unhallowed toil, vile Montague! Can vengeance be pursued further than death? Condemnèd villain, I do apprehend thee. Obey and go with me, for thou must die.	PARIS (aside) This is that banished haughty Montague, That murdered my love’s cousin, with which grief, It is supposed the fair creature died. And here is come to do some villainous shame To the dead bodies. I will apprehend him. (to ROMEO) Stop thy unhallowed toil, vile Montague! Can vengeance be pursued further than death? Condemnèd villain, I do apprehend thee. Obey and go with me, for thou must die.
ROMEO I must indeed, and therefore came I hither. Good gentle youth, tempt not a desperate man. Fly hence and leave me. Think upon these gone. Let them affright thee. I beseech thee, youth, 70 Put not another sin upon my head By urging me to fury. O, be gone! By heaven, I love thee better than myself, For I come hither armed against myself. Stay not, be gone. Live, and hereafter say 75 A madman’s mercy bid thee run away.	ROMEO I must indeed, and therefore came I hither. Good gentle youth, tempt not a desperate man. Fly hence and leave me. Think upon these gone. Let them affright thee. I beseech thee, youth, Put not another sin upon my head By urging me to fury. O, be gone! By heaven, I love thee better than myself, For I come hither armed against myself. Stay not, be gone. Live, and hereafter say A madman’s mercy bid thee run away.
PARIS I do defy thy commination And apprehend thee for a felon here.	PARIS I do defy thy commination And apprehend thee for a felon here.
ROMEO Wilt thou provoke me? Then have at thee, boy!	ROMEO Wilt thou provoke me? Then have at thee, boy!
ROMEO and PARIS fight	ROMEO and PARIS fight
PAGE O Lord, they fight! I will go call the watch.	PAGE O Lord, they fight! I will go call the watch.
Exit PAGE	Exit PAGE
PARIS (falls) Oh, I am slain! If thou be merciful, Open the tomb. Lay me with Juliet.	PARIS (falls) Oh, I am slain! If thou be merciful, Open the tomb. Lay me with Juliet.
PARIS dies	PARIS dies
ROMEO In faith, I will.—Let me peruse this face. Mercutio’s kinsman, noble County Paris. What said my man, when my betossèd soul 85 Did not attend him as we rode? I think He told me Paris should have married Juliet. Said he not so? Or did I dream it so? Or am I mad, hearing him talk of Juliet, To think it was so?—O, give me thy hand, 90 One writ with me in sour misfortune’s book. I’ll bury thee in a triumphant grave.	ROMEO In faith, I will.—Let me peruse this face. Mercutio’s kinsman, noble County Paris. What said my man, when my betossèd soul Did not attend him as we rode? I think He told me Paris should have married Juliet. Said he not so? Or did I dream it so? Or am I mad, hearing him talk of Juliet, To think it was so?—O, give me thy hand, One writ with me in sour misfortune’s book. I’ll bury thee in a triumphant grave.
ROMEO opens the tomb to reveal JULIET inside	ROMEO opens the tomb to reveal JULIET inside
A grave? Oh, no. A lantern, slaughtered youth, For here lies Juliet, and her beauty makes This vault a feasting presence full of light. 95 Death, lie thou there, by a dead man interred. (lays PARIS in the tomb)	A grave? Oh, no. A lantern, slaughtered youth, For here lies Juliet, and her beauty makes This vault a feasting presence full of light. Death, lie thou there, by a dead man interred. (lays PARIS in the tomb)
How oft when men are at the point of death Have they been merry, which their keepers call A lightning before death! Oh, how may I 100 Call this a lightning?—O my love, my wife! Death, that hath sucked the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty. Thou art not conquered. Beauty’s ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, And death’s pale flag is not advancèd there.— Tybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody sheet? O, what more favor can I do to thee, Than with that hand that cut thy youth in twain To sunder his that was thine enemy? 110 Forgive me, cousin.—Ah, dear Juliet, Why art thou yet so fair? Shall I believe That unsubstantial death is amorous, And that the lean abhorrèd monster keeps Thee here in dark to be his paramour? 115 For fear of that, I still will stay with thee, And never from this palace of dim night Depart again. Here, here will I remain With worms that are thy chamber maids. Oh, here Will I set up my everlasting rest, 120 And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars From this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last. Arms, take your last embrace. And, lips, O you The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss A dateless bargain to engrossing death. (kisses JULIET, takes out the poison) Come, bitter conduct, come, unsavoury guide. Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on The dashing rocks thy seasick, weary bark. Here’s to my love! (drinks the poison) O true apothecary, 130 Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die.	How oft when men are at the point of death Have they been merry, which their keepers call A lightning before death! Oh, how may I Call this a lightning?—O my love, my wife! Death, that hath sucked the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty. Thou art not conquered. Beauty’s ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, And death’s pale flag is not advancèd there.— Tybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody sheet? O, what more favor can I do to thee, Than with that hand that cut thy youth in twain To sunder his that was thine enemy? Forgive me, cousin.—Ah, dear Juliet, Why art thou yet so fair? Shall I believe That unsubstantial death is amorous, And that the lean abhorrèd monster keeps Thee here in dark to be his paramour? For fear of that, I still will stay with thee, And never from this palace of dim night Depart again. Here, here will I remain With worms that are thy chamber maids. Oh, here Will I set up my everlasting rest, And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars From this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last. Arms, take your last embrace. And, lips, O you The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss A dateless bargain to engrossing death. (kisses JULIET, takes out the poison) Come, bitter conduct, come, unsavoury guide. Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on The dashing rocks thy seasick, weary bark. Here’s to my love! (drinks the poison) O true apothecary, Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die.
ROMEO dies	ROMEO dies
Enter FRIAR LAWRENCE with lantern, crow, and spade	Enter FRIAR LAWRENCE with lantern, crow, and spade
FRIAR LAWRENCE Saint Francis be my speed! How oft tonight Have my old feet stumbled at graves!—Who’s there?	FRIAR LAWRENCE Saint Francis be my speed! How oft tonight Have my old feet stumbled at graves!—Who’s there?
BALTHASAR Here’s one, a friend, and one that knows you well.	BALTHASAR Here’s one, a friend, and one that knows you well.
FRIAR LAWRENCE Bliss be upon you! Tell me, good my friend, 135 What torch is yond that vainly lends his light To grubs and eyeless skulls? As I discern, It burneth in the Capels' monument.	FRIAR LAWRENCE 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 Capels' monument.
BALTHASAR It doth so, holy sir, and there’s my master, One that you love.	BALTHASAR It doth so, holy sir, and there’s my master, One that you love.
FRIAR LAWRENCE Who is it?	FRIAR LAWRENCE Who is it?
BALTHASAR Romeo.	BALTHASAR Romeo.
FRIAR LAWRENCE 140 How long hath he been there?	FRIAR LAWRENCE How long hath he been there?
BALTHASAR Full half an hour.	BALTHASAR Full half an hour.
FRIAR LAWRENCE Go with me to the vault.	FRIAR LAWRENCE Go with me to the vault.