2 This same should be the voice of Friar John. 3 Welcome from Mantua: what says Romeo? 4 Or, if his mind be writ, give me his letter.
FRIAR JOHN
5 Going to find a bare-foot brother out 6 One of our order, to associate me, 7 Here in this city visiting the sick, 8 And finding him, the searchers of the town, 9 Suspecting that we both were in a house 10 Where the infectious pestilence did reign, 11 Seal'd up the doors, and would not let us forth; 12 So that my speed to Mantua there was stay'd.
FRIAR LAURENCE
13 Who bare my letter, then, to Romeo?
FRIAR JOHN
14 I could not send it,--here it is again,-- 15 Nor get a messenger to bring it thee, 16 So fearful were they of infection.
FRIAR LAURENCE
17 Unhappy fortune! by my brotherhood, 18 The letter was not nice but full of charge 19 Of dear import, and the neglecting it 20 May do much danger. Friar John, go hence; 21 Get me an iron crow, and bring it straight 22 Unto my cell.
FRIAR JOHN
23 Brother, I'll go and bring it thee.
Exit
FRIAR LAURENCE
24 Now must I to the monument alone; 25 Within three hours will fair Juliet wake: 26 She will beshrew me much that Romeo 27 Hath had no notice of these accidents; 28 But I will write again to Mantua, 29 And keep her at my cell till Romeo come; 30 Poor living corse, closed in a dead man's tomb!