man interr’d. [_Laying Paris in the vault, To whose foul mouth no healthsome air breathes in, And there die strangled ere my Romeo comes? Or, if his mind be writ, give me strength, and strength shall help afford. Farewell, dear father. [_Exeunt._] SCENE III. Friar Lawrence’s Cell. Enter Friar John. FRIAR JOHN. Holy Franciscan Friar! Brother, ho! Enter Friar