Or, wanting that, with tears distill'd by moans;
The obsequies that I for thee will keep
Nightly shall be to strew thy grave and weep.— [The Page whistles.
The boy gives warning something doth approach.
What cursed foot wanders this way to-night,
To [cross] my obsequies and true love's rite?
What, with a torch!—[muffle] me, night, awhile. [Retires.
Enter Romeo and Balthasar, with a torch, mattock, etc.
Romeo. Give me that mattock and the wrenching iron.
Hold, take this letter; early in the morning