The dashing rocks thy seasick weary bark!46 Here’s to my love! [Drinks] O true apothecary! Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die. [Dies] [Enter, FRIAR LAURENCE, with a lantern, crow and spade]
FrIaR LaUrEnCe Saint Francis be my speed! How oft tonight Have my old feet stumbled at graves! Who’s there?
BaLtHaSaR Here’s one, a friend, and one that knows you well.
47 yond: over there 48 vainly: pointlessly 49
FrIaR LaUrEnCe Bliss be upon you! Tell me, good my friend, What torch is yond,47
that vainly48
Capels’ monument: Capulets’ tomb
To grubs and eyeless skulls? As I discern, It burneth in the Capels’ monument.49
BaLtHaSaR It doth so, holy sir – and there’s my master, One that you love.