BALTHASAR: As I slept under this yew-tree here, I dreamt that my master and another man fought, and that my master killed him.
FRIAR LAWRENCE: Romeo!
Oh no! What is this blood that stains the stony entrance of the tomb?
Why do these bloody swords lie here, abandoned by their masters?
Romeo! Oh, he's pale!
Who else? What, Paris too?!?
Oh, this grim scene is cruel and unnatural!
The lady moves.