Verona. FRIAR LAURENCE'S Cell. |
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Enter FRIAR JOHN. |
Fri. J. Holy Franciscan friar! brother, ho! |
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Enter FRIAR LAURENCE. |
Fri. L. This same should be the voice of Friar John. |
Welcome from Mantua: what says Romeo? |
Or, if his mind be writ, give me his letter. |
Fri. J. Going to find a bare-foot brother out, |
One of our order, to associate me, |
Here in this city visiting the sick, |
And finding him, the searchers of the town, |
Suspecting that we both were in a house |
Where the infectious pestilence did reign, |
Seal'd up the doors, and would not let us forth; |
So that my speed to Mantua there was stay'd. |
Fri. L. Who bare my letter then to Romeo? |
Fri. J. I could not send it, here it is again, |
Nor get a messenger to bring it thee, |
So fearful were they of infection. |
Fri. L. Unhappy fortune! by my brotherhood, |
The letter was not nice, but full of charge |
Of dear import; and the neglecting it |
May do much danger. Friar John, go hence; |
Get me an iron crow, and bring it straight |
Unto my cell. |
Fri. J. Brother, I'll go and bring it thee. [Exit. |
Fri. L Now must I to the monument alone; |
Within these three hours will fair Juliet wake: |
She will beshrew me much that Romeo |
Hath had no notice of these accidents; |
But I will write again to Mantua, |
And keep her at my cell till Romeo come: |
Poor living corse, clos'd in a dead man's tomb! [Exit. |
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