Fri. J.
Holy Franciscan friar! brother, ho! Enter Friar Laurence. ^note

Fri. L.
This same should be the voice of Friar John.

Welcome from Mantua: what says Romeo?
Or, if his mind ^note be writ, give me his letter.

Fri. J.
Going to find a bare-foot brother out,
One of our order, to associate me,
Here in this city visiting the sick,
And finding him, the searchers of the town, ^note
Suspecting that we both were in a house
Where the infectious pestilence did reign,
Seal'd up the doors and would not let us forth;
So that my ^note speed to Mantua there was stay'd.

Fri. L.
Who bare ^note my letter then to Romeo?

Fri. J.
I could ^note not send it,—here it is again,—
Nor get a messenger to bring it thee,
So fearful were they of infection.

Fri. L.
Unhappy fortune! by my brotherhood,
The letter was not nice ^note, 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.

Fri. J.
Brother, I'll go and bring it thee. ^note [Exit.

Fri. L.
Now must I to the monument alone;
Within this ^note three hours will fair Juliet wake:
She will beshrew me much that Romeo
Hath 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! [Exit.

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