𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱; 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘣𝘺𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘯.

𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘝, 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘦 𝘐𝘐𝘐, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘱𝘵 𝘐𝘐.

Friar Lawerence entered with a lantern, and a shovel. 

"Saint Francis, help me! How often tonight have my old feet stumbled on gravestones! Who's there?" He called.

"I'm a friend, a friend who knows you well." Adam yawned. 

"God bless you! Tell me, my good friend, what is that light over there? It looks to me like it's burning in the Capulet tomb." Friar Lawerence frowned. 

"That is where it's burning, father. My master is there. The one you love." Adam explained.

"Who is it?" He asked.

"Corbyn." Adam nodded.

"How long has he been there?"

"For a full half hour."

"Go with me to the tomb."

"I don't dare, sir. My master doesn't know I'm still here. He threatened me with death if I stayed to look at what he was doing." Adam sighed. 

"Stay, then. I'll go alone." Friar Lawerence said, turning to go, "I'm suddenly afraid. Oh, I'm very scared something awful has happened."

"As I slept under this yew-tree here, I had a dream that my master and someone else were fighting and that my master killed him," Adam said, mostly to himself, as Friar Lawerence walked off. 

"Corbyn! Oh no! What is this blood that stains the stony entrance of this tomb?" He protested before looking inside the tomb, "Corbyn! Oh, he's pale! Who else? What, Griffin too? And he's covered in blood? Ah, when did these horrible things happen? The lady's moving."

Slowly, I opened my eyes and yawned. 

"Oh friendly friar! Where is my husband? I remember very well where I should be, and here I am. Where is my Corbyn?" I asked with a smile. 

"I hear some noise. Lady, come out of the tomb. A greater power than we can fight has ruined our plan. Come, come away. Your husband lies dead there, and Griffin too." Friar Lawerence frowned, "Come, let's go, good Juliet, I don't dare stay any longer."

"Go, get out of here. I'm not going anywhere." I told him. and he left with a worried frown, "What's this here? It's a cup, closed in my true love's hand? Poison, I see, has been the cause of his death." My eyes filled with tears. I leaned down and kissed him gently. 

"Lead, boy. Which way?" The watchman asked Griffin's page.

"Oh, noise? Then I'll be quick. Oh, good, a knife!" I took the dagger from Corbyn's pocket, "My body will be your sheath. Rust inside my body and let me die." I stabbed myself with gasp.

Before my eyes closed, I looked over at Corbyn, who lay motionless beside me. I leaned over to give him one last kiss, but I collapsed onto his chest, and my eyes closed. 

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𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦.
𝘪 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘭 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘏𝘖𝘞 𝘐𝘚 𝘛𝘏𝘐𝘚 𝘍𝘐𝘕𝘐𝘚𝘏𝘌𝘋 𝘐𝘛 𝘍𝘌𝘌𝘓𝘚 𝘓𝘐𝘒𝘌 𝘐'𝘝𝘌 𝘉𝘌𝘌𝘕 𝘞𝘙𝘐𝘛𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘛𝘏𝘐𝘚 𝘍𝘖𝘙 𝘛𝘞𝘖 𝘚𝘌𝘊𝘖𝘕𝘋𝘚.
𝘪 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘢𝘣𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘥. 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘦. 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘣𝘺𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥.
𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨.
𝘮𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘫𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 9𝘵𝘩 𝘧𝘦𝘣, 𝘤𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘱𝘢𝘥.
𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪 𝘥𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘰𝘭.
𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦.