O comfortable Friar! Where is my lord? I do remember well where I should be, And there I am. Where is my Romeo?
I hear some noise. Lady, come from that nest Of death, contagion, and unnatural sleep.A greater power than we can contradict Hath thwarted our intents. Come, come away.Thy husband in thy bosom there lies dead, And Paris too. Come, I’ll dispose of theeAmong a sisterhood of holy nuns. Stay not to question, for the watch is coming.Come, go, good Juliet. I dare no longer stay.