Give me your torch, boy. Go stand away from me. No, put out the torch. I’d rather not been seen. Lie there under those yew trees with your ears close to the ground. That way you’ll hear if anyone comes into the churchyard or tries to dig up a grave. If you hear someone, signal me by whistling. Give me those flowers. Do as I asked you to. Go.
I’m almost afraid to wait here in the churchyard, but I’ll try to be brave.
Yes, those clothes would be best. But my gentle nurse, please, leave me by myself tonight. I have many prayers to make in order to get heaven to smile on my coming marriage, for as you well know I’ve been contrary and sinful.
Hey, are you busy now? Do you need my help?
No, Mother, we’ve collected the clothes I’ll need for the wedding tomorrow.
Come here, Romeo. Come here my frightened young man. Trouble must be in love with you because you seem to be married to disaster.
What’s the news, father? How did the Prince rule in my case? What other misfortune is waiting to meet me that I’m not already acquainted with?
Unfortunately trouble and disaster are your closest friends, my dear son. I have news of the Prince’s verdict.
The gray-eyed morning is spreading streaks of sunlight on the gloomy night, and darkness is stumbling out of the path of the sun’s chariot like a drunk. Now I have to fill this basket with medicinal plants before the sun dries up the morning dew and gets too high in the sky. Earth is both life’s mother and life’s tomb, and thus many different plants are born from nature.