ROMEO: How is my Juliet? I ask that again because nothing can be wrong if she is well.
BALTHASAR: Then she is well, and nothing is wrong. Her body sleeps in the Capulet tomb, and her immortal soul lives with the angels in heaven. I saw her placed in her kinsmen's vault, then came here to tell you.
Oh, pardon me for bringing this harsh news, but you did charge me with it, sir.
ROMEO: ...Is it true?...Then I defy you, stars!
Get me some ink and paper, and hire some horses to ride. I leave for Verona tonight.
BALTHASAR: Please, sir, have some patience. You look pale and wild, as if you'll hurt yourself.
ROMEO: Tsk, you're wrong. Leave, and do as I bid you. Have you no letters for me from the Friar?
BALTHASAR: No, my good lord.
ROMEO: No matter. Get going. Hire those horses. I'll be with you right away.