Enter Watch, with the Page of Paris
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Page. This is the place; there, where the torch doth burn.
1 Watch. The ground is bloody; search about the churchyard.
Go, some of you, whoe'er you find [attach].—
[Exeunt some.
Pitiful sight! here lies the county slain;
And Juliet bleeding, warm, and newly dead,
Who here hath lain [these two days] buried.—
Go, tell the prince;—run to the Capulets;—