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ROMEO AND JULIET. 131 Balthasar. It doth so, holy sir ; and there's my master. One that you love. Friar Laurence. Who is it ? Balthasar. Romeo. Friar Laurence. How long hath he been there ? Balthasar. Full half an hour. Friar Laurence. Go with me to the vault. Balthasar. I dare not, sir : My master knows not but I am gone hence ; And fearfully did menace me with death. If I did stay to look on his intents. Friar Laurence. Stay, then ; I'll go alone. — Fear comes upon me ; 0, much I fear some ill unlucky thing ! Balthasar. As I did sleep under this yew-tree here, I dreamt my master and another fought. And that my master slew him. Friar Laurence. Romeo ! \_Advances. Alack, alack, what blood is this, which stains The stony entrance of this sepulchre ? — What mean these masterless and gory swords To lie discolor'd by this place of peace ? \Finters the tomb. Romeo ! 0, pale ! — Who else ? what, Paris too ? And steep'd in blood ? — Ah, what an unkind hour Is guilty of this' lamentable chance ! — The lady stirs. [Juliet wakes.