This same should be the voice of Friar John.
Welcome from Mantua. What says Romeo?
Or, if his mind be writ, give me his letter.
That voice sounds like Friar John. Welcome back from
Mantua. What does Romeo say? Or, if he wrote down his thoughts, give me his
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Going to find a barefoot brother out,
One of our order, to associate me,
Here in this city visiting the sick,
And finding him, the searchers of the town,
Suspecting that we both were in a house
Where the infectious pestilence did reign,
Sealed up the doors and would not let us forth.
So that my speed to Mantua there was stayed.
I went to find another poor friar from our order to
accompany me. He was in this city visiting the sick. I found him, but the
town health officials suspected that we had both been in a house where people
were infected with the plague. They sealed up the house and refused to let us
out. So I was stuck, and couldn’t go to Mantua.
Who bare my letter, then, to Romeo?
Then who took my letter to Romeo?
I could not send it—here it is again— (givesFRIAR LAWRENCEa letter)
Nor get a messenger to bring it thee,
So fearful were they of infection.
I couldn’t send it—Here it is (he
letter)—nor could I get a messenger to bring it to you because they
were scared of getting infected.
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Unhappy fortune! By my brotherhood,
The letter was not nice but full of charge,
Of dear import, and the neglecting it
May do much danger. Friar John, go hence.
Get me an iron crow and bring it straight
Unto my cell.
Terrible fate! By my brotherhood, the letter was not
just a friendly greeting. It was full of important news. That it was never
sent may result in great ruin. Friar John, go and get me an iron crowbar and
bring it straight back to my cell.
Brother, I’ll go and bring it thee.
Brother, I’ll go and bring it to you.
Exit FRIAR JOHN
FRIAR JOHN exits.
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Now must I to the monument alone.
Within this three hours will fair Juliet wake.
She will beshrew me much that ROMEOHath had no notice of these accidents.
But I will write again to Mantua,
And keep her at my cell till Romeo come.
Poor living corse, closed in a dead man’s tomb!
Now I must go to the crypt alone. Within three hours
beautiful Juliet will wake. She’ll yell at me because Romeo doesn’t know
what’s happening. I’ll write again to Mantua, and hide her in my cell until
Romeo comes. That poor living corpse, locked inside a dead man’s tomb!