Enter, at the other end of the Churchyard, Friar Lawrence, with a lantern, crow, and spade.
FRIAR LAWRENCE.
Saint Francis be my speed. How oft tonight
Have my old feet stumbled at graves? Who’s there?
Who is it that consorts, so late, the dead?
BALTHASAR.
Here’s one, a friend, and one that knows you well.
FRIAR LAWRENCE.
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.
FRIAR LAWRENCE.
Who is it?
BALTHASAR.
Romeo.
FRIAR LAWRENCE.
How long hath he been there?
BALTHASAR.
Full half an hour.
FRIAR LAWRENCE.
Go with me to the vault.