JULIET: Your lips are warm.
CHIEF WATCHMAN: Lead, boy. Which way?
JULIET: Oh, noise? Then I'll be quick.
Oh, happy knife...this is your sheath!
Rust there and let me die...
PAGE: This is the place! There, where the torch is burning!
CHIEF WATCHMAN: The ground is bloody. Search the churchyard. Go, some of you. Arrest whomever you find.