Within these three hours will fair Juliet wake: 24
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: 28
Poor living corse, clos'd in a dead man's tomb!
Scene Three
[A Churchyard; in it a tomb belonging to the Capulets]
Enter Paris and his Page with flowers and sweet water.
Par. Give me thy torch, boy: hence, and stand aloof;
Yet put it out, for I would not be seen.
Under yond yew-trees lay thee all along,
Holding thine ear close to the hollow ground: 4
So shall no foot upon the churchyard tread,
Being loose, unfirm with digging up of graves,
But thou shalt hear it: whistle then to me,
As signal that thou hear'st something approach.
Give me those flowers. Do as I bid thee; go. 9
Page. [Aside.] I am almost afraid to stand alone
Here in the churchyard; yet I will adventure.
Par. Sweet flower, with flowers thy bridal bed I strew, 12
O woe! thy canopy is dust and stones;
Which with sweet water nightly I will dew,
Or, wanting that, with tears distill'd by moans:
25 beshrew: blame
Scene Three S. d. sweet: perfumed
3 all along: at full length
