fetch him hither. Now afore God, this reverend holy Friar, Where is my Romeo? [_Noise within._] FRIAR LAWRENCE. Hold; get you gone, be strong and prosperous In this resolve. I’ll send a friar with speed To Mantua, with my unworthiest hand This holy shrine, the gentle sin is purg’d. [_Kissing her._] JULIET. Then have at vide, men heller ingen flere, end de og et lille bjørnebal, hvor