Par.
Give me thy torch, boy; hence and stand aloof.
Yet put it out, for I would not be seen:
Under yond yew-trees lay thee all along,
Laying thy ear close to the hollow ground;
So shall no foot upon the church-yard tread,
(Being loose, unfirm, with digging up of Graves)
But thou shalt hear it: whistle then to me,
As signal that thou hear'st something approach.
Give me those flow'rs. Do as I bid thee; go.

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I am almost afraid to stand alone
Here in the church-yard, yet I will adventure. [Exit.

Par.
Sweet flow'r! with flow'rs thy bridal bed I strew: [Strewing flowers.
^{4 note}Fair Juliet, that with angels dost remain,
Accept this latest favour at my hand;
That living honour'd thee, and, being dead,
With fun'ral obsequies adorn thy tomb. [The boy whistles.
—The boy gives warning, something doth approach;—
What cursed foot wanders this way to night,
To cross my Obsequies, and true love's rite?
What! with a torch? muffle me, night, a while.

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