Enter, at the other end of the churchyard, Friar Laurence, with a lantern, crow, and spade
Friar Laurence. Saint Francis [be my speed]! how oft to-night
Have my old feet [stumbled at graves]!—Who's there?
Balthasar. Here's one, a friend, and one that knows you well.
Friar Laurence. Bliss be upon you! Tell me, good my friend,
What torch is yond that vainly lends his light
To grubs and eyeless skulls? as I discern,
It burneth in the [Capels'] monument.
Balthasar. It doth so, holy sir; and there's my master,
One that you love.