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This is the place; there, where the torch doth burn. |
| First Watchman |
The ground is bloody; search about the churchyard: |
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Go, some of you, whoe'er you find attach. |
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Pitiful sight! here lies the county slain, |
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And Juliet bleeding, warm, and newly dead, |
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Who here hath lain these two days buried. |
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Go, tell the prince: run to the Capulets: |
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Raise up the Montagues: some others search: |
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We see the ground whereon these woes do lie; |
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But the true ground of all these piteous woes |
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We cannot without circumstance descry. |
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Re-enter some of the Watch, with BALTHASAR |
| Second Watchman |
Here's Romeo's man; we found him in the churchyard. |
| First Watchman |
Hold him in safety, till the prince come hither. |
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Re-enter others of the Watch, with FRIAR LAURENCE |
| Third Watchman |
Here is a friar, that trembles, sighs and weeps: |
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We took this mattock and this spade from him, |
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As he was coming from this churchyard side. |
| First |
A great suspicion: stay the friar too. |
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