His help to crave and my [dear hap] to tell. [Exit.
Scene III.
Friar Laurence's Cell
EnterFriar Laurence, with a basket
Friar Laurence. The [grey-eyed] morn smiles on the frowning night,
Chequering the eastern clouds with streaks of light,
And [flecked] darkness like a drunkard reels
[From forth] day's path and Titan's fiery wheels.
Now, ere the sun advance his burning eye,