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126 ROMEO AND JULIET. Page. [_As'ide] I am almost afraid to stand alone Here in the churchyard ; yet I will adventure. \_Ref.ires. Paris. Sweet flower, Avith flowers thy bridal bed I strew. woe ! thy canopy is dust and stones, Which with sweet water nightly I will dew. Or, wanting that, with tears distill'd by moans ; The obsequies that I for thee will keep Nightly shall. be to strew thy grave and weep. \_The Page whistles. The boy gives warning something doth approach. What cursed foot wanders this way to-night. To cross my obsequies and true love's rite ? What, with a torch ! — Muffle me, night, awhile. \_Ii.etires. Enter' Eomeo and Balthasar, ivith a torch, mattock, etc. Romeo. Give me that mattock and the wrenching iron. Hold, take this letter ; early in the morning See thou deliver it to my lord and father. Give me the light. Upon thy life, I charge thee, Whate'er thou hear'st of seest, stand all aloof, And do not interrupt me in my course. Why I descend into this bed of death Is partly to behold my lady's face, But chiefly to take thence from her dead finger A precious ring, a ring that I must use