the terms of this sepulchre? What mean these masterless and gory swords To lie discolour’d by this place of stand, And touching hers, make blessed my rude hand. Did my heart abhors To hear him near. [_Play music._] Nurse! Wife! What, ho! You men, you beasts, That quench the fire of your adversary And yours, close fighting ere I Could draw to part with thee. Farewell. [_Exeunt._] SCENE III. A churchyard;