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Scene II.—: Verona.Friar Laurence’sCell. - William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet [1597]

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The Complete Works of William Shakespeare (The Oxford Shakespeare), ed. with a glossary by W.J. Craig M.A. (Oxford University Press, 1916).

Part of: The Complete Works of William Shakespeare (The Oxford Shakespeare)

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Scene II.—

Verona.Friar Laurence’sCell.

EnterFriar John.

Fri. J.

Holy Franciscan friar! brother, ho!

EnterFriar 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 Mantus,

And keep her at my cell till Romeo come:

Poor living corse, clos’d in a dead man’s tomb!

[Exit.