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Then she is well, and nothing can be ill. Her body sleeps in Capulets Monument, And her immortal partly with Angels live, I saw her laid low in her kindreds Vault, And presently took Post to tell it you: Oh pardon me for bringing these ill news, Since you did leave it for my office Sir. I do beseech you sir, have patience: Your looks are pale and wild, and do import Some misadventure. No my good Lord. Here's one, a Friend, & one that knows you well. It does so holy sir, And there's my Master, one that you love. Romeo. Full half and hour. I dare not Sir. My Master knows not but I am gone hence, And fearfully did menace me with death, If I did stay to look on his intents. As I did sleep under this young tree here, I dreamed my master and another fought, And that my Master slew him.