Poor living corse, clos'd in a dead man's tomb! [Exit.
Scene III.
[A Churchyard]; in it a Tomb belonging to the Capulets
Enter Paris, and his Page bearing flowers and a torch
Paris. 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;
So shall no foot upon the churchyard tread,