1 I'll to dinner; hie you to the cell.
2 I'll to him, he is hid at Lawrence cell.
3 Friar John, go hence, Get me an iron crow and bring it straight Unto my cell.
4 Then hie you hence to Friar Lawrence cell; There stays a husband to make you a wife.
5 Go in, and tell my lady I am gone, Having displeas'd my father, to Lawrence cell, To make confession and to be absolv'd.
6 I met the youthful lord at Lawrence cell, And gave him what becomed love I might, Not stepping o'er the bounds of modesty.
7 Bid her devise Some means to come to shrift this afternoon, And there she shall at Friar Lawrence cell Be shriv'd and married.
8 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.
9 Then comes she to me, And with wild looks, bid me devise some means To rid her from this second marriage, Or in my cell there would she kill herself.
10 Then all alone At the prefixed hour of her waking Came I to take her from her kindred's vault, Meaning to keep her closely at my cell Till I conveniently could send to Romeo.
11 The grey-ey'd morn smiles on the frowning night, Chequering the eastern clouds with streaks of light; And darkness fleckled like a drunkard reels From forth day's pathway, made by Titan's wheels Hence will I to my ghostly Sire's cell, His help to crave and my dear hap to tell.