Desperate Escape from Tragedy

Friar LAWRENCE. I hear some noise. Lady come from that nest. Of decith,

contagion, and unnatural sleep. A greater power than we can contradict. Hath thwarted our

intents. Come come away. Thy husband in thy bosom there lies dead,

And Paris too, Come, I'll dispose of thee Among a ssterhood of holy nuns.

Stay not to question, for the watch is coming. come, go,

good Juliet. I dare no longer stay. CHIEF WATCHMEN Lead,

boy. Which way?