SCENE II. _Friar Laurence's cell._[1426] _Enter_ FRIAR JOHN.[1427] _Fri. J._ Holy Franciscan friar! brother, ho![1428] _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.[1429] _Fri. J._ Going to find a bare-foot brother out, 5 One of our order, to associate me, Here in this city visiting the sick,[1430] And finding him, the searchers of the town,[1430] Suspecting that we both were in a house Where the infectious pestilence did reign, 10 Seal'd up the doors and would not let us forth; So that my speed to Mantua there was stay'd.[1431] _Fri. L._ Who bare my letter then to Romeo?[1432] _Fri. J._ I could not send it,--here it is again,--[1433] Nor get a messenger to bring it thee, 15 So fearful were they of infection. _Fri. L._ Unhappy fortune! by my brotherhood, The letter was not nice, but full of charge[1434] Of dear import, and the neglecting it May do much danger. Friar John, go hence; 20 Get me an iron crow and bring it straight Unto my cell. _Fri. J._ Brother, I'll go and bring it thee.[1435] [_Exit._ _Fri. L._ Now must I to the monument alone; Within this three hours will fair Juliet wake:[1436] 25 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, closed in a dead man's tomb! [_Exit._ 30 SCENE III. _A churchyard; in it a monument belonging to the Capulets._[1437] _Enter_ PARIS _and his_ Page, _bearing flowers and a torch_.[1438] _Par._ Give me thy torch, boy: hence, and stand aloof:[1439] Yet put it out, for I would not be seen. Under yond yew-trees lay thee all along,[1440] Holding thine ear close to the hollow ground;[1441] So shall no foot upon the churchyard tread, 5 Being loose, unfirm, with digging up of graves, But thou shalt hear it: whistle then to me, As signal that thou hear'st something approach.[1442] Give me those flowers. Do as I bid thee, go. _Page._ [_Aside_] I am almost afraid to stand alone[1443] 10 Here in the churchyard; yet I will adventure.[1444] [_Retires._ _Par._ Sweet flower, with flowers thy bridal bed I strew,--[1445][1446] O woe! thy canopy is dust and stones;--[1446][1447] Which with sweet water nightly I will dew,[1447][1448] Or, wanting that, with tears distill'd by moans:[1447] 15 The obsequies that I for thee will keep[1447] Nightly shall be to strew thy grave and weep.[1447][1449] [_The Page whistles._