𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱; 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘣𝘺𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘯.

𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘝, 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘦 𝘐𝘐; 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱.

"Holy Franciscan Friar! Brother, hey!" Friar John called.

"That sounds like the voice of Friar John. Welcome back from Mantua. What does Corbyn say? Or, if he wrote down his thoughts, give me his letter." Friar Lawerence rushed over to him. 

"I went to find another poor friar from our order to accompany me. He was here in this city visiting the sick. When I found him, the town health officials suspected that we were both in a house that had been hit with the plague." Friar John frowned, "They quarantined the house, sealed up the doors, and refused to let us out. I couldn't go to Mantua because I was stuck there."

"Then who took my letter to Corbyn?" Friar Lawerence pursed his lips.

"I couldn't send it. Here it is." Friar John sighed, handing him the letter, "I couldn't get a messenger to bring it to you either because they were scared of spreading the infection."

"Unhappy fortune! By my brotherhood, the letter was not just a nice greeting. It was full of very important information." Friar Lawerence huffed, "It's very dangerous that it hasn't been sent. Friar John, go and get me an iron crowbar. Bring it straight back to my cell."

"Brother, I'll go and bring it to you." Friar John nodded as he left.

"Now I must go to the tomb alone. Within three hours Juliet will wake up. She'll be very angry with me that Corbyn doesn't know what happened. But I'll write again to Mantua, and I'll keep her in my cell until Corbyn comes." Friar Lawerence said, "That poor living corpse. She's shut inside a dead man's tomb!"

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𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦.
𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘷 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦 𝘳𝘯 :(