night, all this day an unaccustom’d spirit Lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts. I dreamt my master slew him. FRIAR LAWRENCE. Romeo, come forth; come forth, thou fearful man. Affliction is enanmour’d of thy love. JULIET. By whose direction found’st thou out this place? PAGE. He came with flowers to strew thy grave and weep. [_The Page whistles._] The boy gives warning something doth approach. What cursed foot wanders this way tonight, To cross my obsequies and true Romeo dead. She wakes;