Friar Laurence. Stay, then; I 'll go alone.—Fear comes upon me;
O, much I fear some ill unlucky thing!
Balthasar. As I did sleep under this yew-tree here,
[I dreamt] my master and another fought,
And that my master slew him. [Exit.
Friar Laurence. Romeo!— [Advances.
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Alack, alack, what blood is this, which stains
The stony entrance of this sepulchre?—
What mean these masterless and gory swords