Jul. { Come father, dear father, go home.
Rom. { Old buffer, old buffer, go home.
Cap. Well, here’s a pretty kettle of fish, I’ll swear.
Juliet Capulet, what are you doing there?
Jul. (Sitting up.) I’m poisoned, waiting here for Romeo.
Rom. (Sitting up.) Well, here I am: I guess we’d better go.
Song, “Romeo and Juliet.” Air, “Billy Taylor.”
Rom. Now, Juliet, that we’re free from poison,
We will quickly wedded be.
The loveliest maid man ever set his eyes on