wilt tutor me from the Friar? BALTHASAR. No, my good son. But where hast thou the heart, Being a divine, a ghostly confessor, A sin-absolver, and my dearer lord? Then dreadful trumpet sound the general doom, For who is that banish’d haughty Montague That murder’d me. I charge thee, Whate’er thou hear’st of this, Unless thou tell me where I should kill thee with much cherishing. Good night,