PARIS: Give me the torch.
Go, stand aside. and yet—put the torch out. I don't wish to be seen.
Hide there, under those yew trees. Put your ear to the ground and listen for any footsteps on the graves. If you hear anything, whistle.
Give me those flowers. do as I bid you, go.
PAGE: I'm almost afraid to stand here alone in the churchyard. Yet I'll take the risk.