Come, cords; come, nurse; I'll to my wedding-bed; Nurse. Hie to your chamber: I'll find Romeo Jul. 0, find him! give this ring to my true knight, [Exeunt. SCENE III. The same. Friar LAURENCE's cell. Enter Friar Laurence. Fri. L. Romeo, come forth; come forth, thou fearful man: Affliction is enamour'd of thy parts, And thou art wedded to calamity. Enter ROMEO. Rom. Father, what news? what is the prince's doom? What sorrow craves acquaintance at my hand, Is my dear son with such sour company: Rom. What less than dooms-day is the prince's doom? Rom. Ha, banishment! be merciful, say "death;" Much more than death: do not say "banishment." Rom. There is no world without Verona walls, Hence-banished is banish'd from the world, And world's exíle is death: then banishment Fri. L. O deadly sin! O rude unthankfulness! Thy fault our law calls death; but the kind prince, And turn'd that black word death to banishment: Rom. "Tis torture, and not mercy: heaven is here, Where Juliet lives; and every cat, and dog, And little mouse, every unworthy thing, -- Live here in heaven, and may look on her; O friar, the damnèd use that word in hell; A sin-absolver, and my friend profess'd, To mangle me with that word "banished"? --- Fri. L. Thou fond mad man, hear me a little speak. Rom. O, thou wilt speak again of banishment. Fri. L. I'll give thee armour to keep off that word; Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy, To comfort thee, though thou art banished. Rom. Yet "banished"? - Hang up philosophy! Unless philosophy can make a Juliet, Displant a town, reverse a prince's doom, Fri. L. O, then I see that madmen have no ears. Rom. How should they, when that wise men have no eyes? Fri. L. Let me dispute with thee of thy estate. Rom. Thou canst not speak of that thou dost not feel: Then mightst thou speak, then mightst thou tear thy hair, Knocking within. Fri. L. Arise; one knocks; good Romeo, hide thyself. Rom. Not I; unless the breath of heart-sick groans, Mist-like, infold me from the search of eyes. Run to my study. — By and by! What simpleness is this! I come, I come! [Knocking within. 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. L. Welcome, then. Enter Nurse. Nurse. O holy friar, O, tell me, holy friar, Where is my lady's lord, where's Romeo? Fri. L. There on the ground, with his own tears made drunk. Nurse. O, he is even in my mistress' case, Stand up, stand up; stand, an you be a man: For Juliet's sake, for her sake, rise and stand; Why should you fall into so deep an O? Rom. [rising] Nurse! Nurse. Ah sir! ah sir! - Well, death's the end of all. Rom. Spak'st thou of Juliet? how is it with her? Doth she not think me an old murderer, Now I have stain'd the childhood of our joy With blood remov'd but little from her own? Where is she? and how doth she? and what says My conceal'd lady to our cancell'd love? Nurse. O, she says nothing, sir, but weeps and weeps; And now falls on her bed; and then starts up, And Tybalt calls; and then on Romeo cries, And then down falls again. Rom. As if that name, Shot from the deadly level of a gun, Did murder her; as that name's cursèd hand Murder'd her kinsman. In what vile part of this Fri. L. O, tell me, friar, tell me, anatomy tell me, that I may sack [Drawing his dagger. Hold thy desperate hand: Art thou a man? thy form cries out thou art: Unseemly woman in a seeming man! I thought thy disposition better temper'd. By doing damnèd hate upon thyself? Why rail'st thou on thy birth, the heaven, and earth? Which, like a usurer, abound'st in all, Which should bedeck thy shape, thy love, thy wit: And thou dismember'd with thine own defence. Nurse. O Lord, I could have stay'd here all the night |