Going to find a bare-foot brother outOne 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 houseWhere 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.
Friar John returns to Friar Lawrence's cell with news.
Who bare my letter, then, to Romeo?
Friar John was unable to send the Letter to Romeo
I could not send it,—here it is again,—Nor get a messenger to bring it thee, So fearful were they of infection.
"Unhappy fortune! By my brotherhood that letter was not nice but full of charge"
Friar Lawrence is unhappy because the was important
Brother, I'll go and bring it thee.
Now must I to the monument alone; Within 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, closed in a dead man's tomb!