Fri. L. Bliss be upon you! Tell me, good my friend,
What torch is yond that vainly lends his light 125
To grubs and eyeless skulls? as I discern,[1500]
It burneth in the Capels' monument.[1501]
Bal. It doth so, holy sir; and there's my master,[1502]
One that you love.[1502][1503]
Fri. L. Who is it?
Bal. Romeo.[1502]
Fri. L. How long hath he been there?[1502]
Bal. Full half an hour.[1502]130
Fri. L. Go with me to the vault.[1502]
Bal. I dare not, sir:
My master knows not but I am gone hence;
And fearfully did menace me with death,
If I did stay to look on his intents.[1504]
Fri. L. Stay, then; I'll go alone: fear comes upon me;[1505]135
O, much I fear some ill unlucky thing.[1506]
Bal. As I did sleep under this yew-tree here,[1502][1507][1508]
I dreamt my master and another fought,[1507]
And That my master slew him.[1507]