Verona. A public place.
Enter Prince and Friar
Prince. But soft! What light through yonder window breaks?
It is a hole in the continuum of time and space.
Friar. That birds would sing and think it were not night
And Romeo, Juliet, Mercutio, Tybalt are all alright!
Rom. Come, bitter conduct; come, unsavoury guide!
Guide. Far out in the uncharted backwaters ....