This is the place, there where the torch doth burn

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This is the place, there where the torch doth burn.
First Watch
The ground is bloody.—Search about the churchyard.
Go, some of you; whoe’er you find, attach.
  Some watchmen exit.

We see the ground whereon these woes do lie,
But the true ground of all these piteous woes
We cannot without circumstance descry

Pitiful sight! Here lies the County slain,
And Juliet bleeding, warm, and newly dead,
Who here hath lain this two days burièd.—
Go, tell the Prince. Run to the Capulets.
Raise up the Montagues. Some others search.
  Others exit.
We see the ground whereon these woes do lie,
But the true ground of all these piteous woes
We cannot without circumstance descry.