FRIAR LAWRENCE: Saint Francis, help me!
How often tonight have my old feet stumbled on gravestones! Who's there?
BALTHASAR: A friend, and one who knows you well.
FRIAR LAWRENCE: God bless you! Tell me, good friend, what is that torch over there, vainly casting light for worms and eyeless skulls?
It looks like it's burning in the Capulet tomb.
BALTHASAR: It is, sir. My master is there, whom you love.
FRIAR LAWRENCE: Who?
FRIAR LAWRENCE: How long has he been there?
BALTHASAR: Half an hour.
FRIAR LAWRENCE: Go with me to the tomb.
BALTHASAR: I don't dare. My master thinks I have left—he threatened me with death if I stayed to watch him.
FRIAR LAWRENCE: Stay, then. I'll go alone. Oh, I greatly fear some wicked misfortune.