Unless philosophy can make a Juliet, It helps not, it prevails not: talk no more. Fri. Let me dispute with thee of thy estate. Rom. Thou canst not speak of that thou dost not feel: Wert thou as young as I, Juliet thy love, An hour but married, Tybalt murdered, Doting like me, and like me banished, Then might'st thou speak, then might'st thou tear thy hair, And fall upon the ground, as I do now, Taking the measure of an unmade grave. [Knocking within. Fri. Arise; one knocks; good Romeo, hide thy[Knocking. self. Hark, how they knock!-Who's there?-Romeo, arise; Thou wilt be taken.-Stay awhile!-Stand up; [Knocking. Who knocks so hard? whence come you? what's your will? Nurse. [Within.] Let me come in, and you shall know my errand; I come from Lady Juliet. Fri. Welcome then. Enter Nurse. Nurse. O holy friar, O, tell me, holy friar, Where is my lady's lord? where's Romeo? Fri. There on the ground, with his own tears made drunk. Nurse. O! he is even in my mistress' case, Just in her case! Even so lies she. Stand up, stand up; stand, an you be a man: Rom. Nurse! Nurse. Ah sir! ah sir!-Well death's the end of all. Rom. Spak'st thou of Juliet? how is it with her? Now I have stained the childhood of our joy With blood removed but little from her own? Where is she? and how doth she? and what says My concealed lady to our cancelled love? Nurse. O, she says nothing, sir, but weeps and weeps; And now falls on her bed; and then starts up, Rom. As if that name, Shot from the deadly level of a gun, Did murder her, as that name's cursed hand Doth my name lodge? tell me, that I may sack Fri. [Drawing his sword. Hold thy desperate hand: Art thou a man? thy form cries out thou art : Thou hast amazed me by my holy order, I thought thy disposition better tempered. Beg pardon of the prince, and call thee back Go before, nurse: commend me to thy lady, And bid her hasten all the house to bed, Romeo is coming. Nurse. O Lord! I could have stayed here all the night To hear good counsel: O, what learning is !— My lord, I'll tell my lady you will come. Rom. Do so, and bid my sweet prepare to chide. Nurse. Here, sir, a ring she bid me give you, sir. Hie you, make haste, for it grows very late. [Exit. Rom. How well my comfort is revived by this! Fri. Go hence; good night; and here stands all your state: Either be gone before the watch be set, Or by the break of day disguised from hence : And he shall signify from time to time Every good hap to you that chances here. Give me thy hand; 't is late: farewell; good night. It were a grief, so brief to part with thee: [Exeunt. SCENE 3.-A Room in CAPULET'S House. Enter CAPULET, Lady CAPULET, and PARIS. Cap. Things have fallen out, sir, so unluckily, That we have had no time to move our daughter. Look you, she loved her kinsman Tybalt dearly, And so did I.-Well, we were born to die.'Tis very late; she'll not come down to-night. Par. These times of woe afford no time to woo.Madam, good night: commend me to your daughter. La. Cap. I will, and know her mind early to morrow; To-night she's mewed up to her heaviness. Cap. Sir Paris, I will make a desperate tender Acquaint her here of my son Paris' love; Par. Monday, my lord. Cap. Monday? ha! ha! Well, Wednesday is too soon; O' Thursday let it be :-o' Thursday, tell her, Will you be ready? do you like this haste? Par. My lord, I morrow. Cap. Well, get you gone :-o' Thursday be it then. Go you to Juliet ere you go to bed, Prepare her, wife, against this wedding-day.— Farewell, my lord.-Good night. [Exeunt. SCENE 3.-JULIET'S Chamber. ROMEO and JULIET discovered. Jul. Wilt thou be gone? it is not yet near day: It was the nightingale, and not the lark, That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear; Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate-tree: Rom. It was the lark, the herald of the morn, I must be gone and live, or stay and die. Therefore stay yet, thou need'st not to be gone. Jul. It is, it is; hie hence, be gone, away! Nurse. Madam! Jul. Nurse? Enter Nurse. Nurse. Your lady mother is coming to your chamber: The day is broke; be wary, look about. [Exit. Jul. Then window, let day in, and let life out. Rom. Farewell, farewell! one kiss, and I'll descend. [Descends. |