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Rom. I will follow you.

other letter: and she hath the prettiest senter Mer. Farewell, ancient lady; farewell, lady, tious of it, of you and rosemary, that it would lady, lady

do you good to hear it. (Ereunt Mercutio and Benvolio. Rom. Commend me to thy lady. [Erit Nurse. Marry, farewell ! I pray you, sir, what Nurse. Ay, a thousand uimes. -Peter! sancy merchant was this, that was so full of his Pet. Anon? ropery ?

Nurse. Peter, take my fan, and go before. Rom. A gentleman, nurse, that loves to hear

(Eseunt himself talk ; and will speak more in a minute, SCENE V. Capulet's Garden. than he will stand to in a month.

Enter Juliet. Nurse. An 'a speak any thing against me, I'll take him down an'a were lustier than be is, and Jul. The clock struck nine, when I did send twenty such Jacks; and if I cannot, I'll find

the nurse; those that shall. Scurvy knave! I am none of In half an hour she promis'd to return. his birt-gills; I am none of his skains-mates :- Perchance, she cannot meet him : that's not 80.And thou must stand by too, and suffer every 0, she is laine ! love's heralds should be thoughts, knave to use me at his pleasure ?

Which ten times faster glide than the sun's Pet. I saw no man use you at his pleasure ; if beams, I had, my weapon should quickly have been out, Driving back shadows over louring hils: I warrant you ; 1 dare draw as soon as another Therefore do nimble-pinion'd doves draw love, man, if I see occasion in a good quarrel, and the And therefore hath the wind-swirt Cupid wings law on my side.

Now is the son upon the highmost hill Nurse. Now, afore God, I am so vexed, that of this day's journey; and froni nine till twelve every part about me quivers. Scurvy knave!- Is three long hours,- yet she is not come. 'Pray you, sir, a word : and as I told you, my Had she affections, and warm youthful blood, young lady bade me inquire you out; what she She'd be as swift in motion as a ball; bade me say, I will keep to myself: but first My words would bandy her to my sweet love, let me tell ye, if ye should leart hier into a fool's And his to me: paradise, as they say, it were a very gross kind But old folks, many feign as they were dead; of behaviour, as they say: for the gentlewoman Unwieldy, slow, heavy and pale as lead. is young; and, therefore, if you should deal

Enter Nurse and Peter. double with her, truly, it were an ill thing to be offered to any gentlewoman, and very weak o God, she comes !-O honey nurse, what news? dealing.

Hast thou met with him ? Send thy man away. Rom Nurse, commend me to thy lady and Nurse. Peter, stay at the gate. [Erit Peter. mistress. protest unto thee,

Jul. Now, good sweet nurse,-0 lord! why Nurse. Good heart! and, i' faith, I will tell look'st thou sad? her as much: Lord, lord, she will be a joyful Though news be sad, yet tell them merrily;

If good, thou sham'st the musick of sweet news Rom. What wilt thou tell her, nurse? thou By playing it to me with so sour a face. dost not mark me.

Nurse. I am weary, give me leave a while Nurse. I will tell her, sir,-that you do protest; Fie, how my bones ache! What a jaunt have 1 which, as I take it, is a gentlemanlike offer.

had ! Rom. Bid her devise some means to coune to Jul I would, thou hadst my bones, and I thy shrift

news: This afternoon;

Nay, come, I pray thee, speak ;-good, good And there she shall at friar Laurence' cell

nurse, speak. Be shriv'd, and married. Here is for thy pains. Nurse. Jesu, what haste ? can you not stay Nurse. No, truly, sir ; not a penny.

awhile ? Rom. Go to; I say, you shall.

Do you not see, that I am out of breath ? Nurse. This afternoon, sir ? well, she shall be Jul. How art thou out of breath, when thou there.

hast brenth Rom. And stay, good nurse, behind the abbey. To say to me that thou art out of breath ? wall:

The excuse, that thou dost make in this delay, Within this hour iny man shall be with thee; Is longer than the tale thou dost excuse. And bring ihee cords made like a tackled stair, Is thy news good, or bad? answer to that: Which to the high top.gallant of my joy

Say either, and I'll stay the circumstance: Must be my convoy in the secrei night.

Let me be satisfied, Is't good or bad ? Farewell --Be trusty, and l’ll quit thy pains. Nurse. Well, you have made a simple choice; Farewell!--Commend me to thy mistress. you know not how to choose a man: Romeo! Nurse. Now God in heaven bless thee !-Hark no, not he; though his face be better than any

man's, yet his leg excels all men's; and for Rom: What say'st thou, my dear nurse? hand, and a foot, and a body,-thongb they be Nurse. Is your man secret ? Did you ne'er not to be talked on, yet they are past compare: hear say

He is not the flower of courtesy,- but, I'll war Tiomay keep counsel, putting one away.ru

rant him, as gentle as a lamb.-Go thy ways, warrant thee; my man's as true as wench; serve Gud. -What, have you dined al steel.

home ? Nurse. Well, sir; my mistress is the sweetest Jul. No, no: But all this did I know before; lady, -lord, lord !-when 'twas a little prating What says he of our marriage ? what of that! thing,-0, there's a nobleman in town, one Nurse. Lord, how my head akes! what a head Paris, that would fain lay knife aboard: but she, have I? good soul, had as lieve see a toad, a very toad, It beats as it would fall in twenty pieces. as see him. langer her sometimes, and tell her My back o't other side,-0, my back, my that Paris is the properer man: but, I'll warrant

back I you, when I say so, she looks as 'pale as any Beshrew your heart, for sending me aboat, clont in the varsnl world. Doth not rosemary To catch my death with jaunting up and down! and Romeo begin both with a letter?

Jul. l' faith, am sorry that thou art not weil: Rom. Ay, nurse ; What of that? both with Sweet, sweet, sweet nurse, tell me, what says an R.

my love? Nurse. Ah, mocker! that's the dog's name. R Nurse. Your love says like an honest genulo is for the dog. No; I know it begins with some man,

yo', sir.

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And a courteous, and a kind, and a handsome,

ACT II.
And, I warrant, a virtuous :- Where is your
mother?

SCENE I. A public Place.
Jul. Where is my mother ?-why, she is within; Enter Mercutio, Benvolio, Page, and Servants.
Where should she be? How oddly thou repliest!
Your love says like an honest gentleman,-

Ben. I pray thee good, Mercutio. let's retire :
Where is your mother?

The day is hot, the Capulets abroad,
Nurse.
0, God's lady dear!

And, if we meet, we shall not scape a brawl;
Are you so hot ? Marry, come up, I trow; For, now these hot days, is the mad blood stir-
Is this the poultice for my aking bones?

ring. Henceforward do your messages yourself.

Mer. Thou art like one of those fellows, that Jul. Here's such a coil,-come, what says when he enters the confines of a tavern, 'clap: Romeo ?

me his sword upon the table, and says, God Nurse. Have you got leave to go to shrift to send me no need of thee! and by the operation day?

of the second cup, draws it on the drawer, Jul. I have.

when, indeed, there is no need. Nurse. Then hie you hence to friar Laurence'

Ben. Ain I like such a fellow. cell,

Mer. Come, come, thou art as hot a Jack in There stays a husband to ake you a wife :

thy mood as any in Italy ; and as soon moved, Now comes the wanton blood up in your to be moody, and as soon moody to be moved. cheeks,

Ben. And what to ?
They'll be in scarlet straight at any news.

Mer. Nay, an there were two such, we should
Hie you to church ; I must another way,

have none shortly, for one would kill the other. To fetch a ladder, by the which your love

Thou! why thou wilt quarrel with a man that Must climb u bird's nest soon, when it is dark : hath a hair more, or a hair less, in his beard, I am the drudge, and toil in your delight;

than thou hast. Thou wilt quarrel with a man But you shall bear the burden soon at night.

for cracking nuts, having no other reason but Go, I'll to dinner: hie yon to the cell.

because thou hast hazel eyes: What cye, but Jul. Hie to high fortune !-honest nurse, fare such an eye, would spy out such a quarrel ? well.

(Ereunt. Thy head is as full of quarrels, as an egg is full

ot meat ; and yet thy head hath been benten as SCENE VI. Friar Laurence's Cell. addle as an egg, for quarrelling. Thou hast Enter Friar Laurence and Romeo.

quarrelled with man for coughing in the

street, because he hath wakened thy dog that Fri. So smile the heavens upon this holy act, mul out with a tailor for wearing his new doublet

hath lain asleep in the sun. Didsi thou not That after-hours with sorrow chide as noi! Rom. Amen, amen! but come what sorrow shoes with old riband ? and yet thou wilt tutor

before Easter? with another, for tying his new can, It cannot countervail the exchange of joy.

me from quarrelling ! That one short minute gives me in her sight;

Ben. An I were so apt to quarrel as thou art, Do thou but close our hands with holy words,

any man should buy the fee simpie of my life Then love-devouring death do what he dare,

for an hour and a quarter.
It is enough I may but call her mine.

Mer. The fee simple ? O simple!
Fri. These violent delights have violent ends,
And in their triumph die! like fire and powder,

Enter Tybalt, and Others.
Which, as they kiss, consume: The sweetest Ben. By my head, here comes the Capulets.
honey

Mer. By my heel, I care not.
Is lonthsome in his own deliciousness,

Tyb. Follow me close, for I will speak to
And in the taste confornds the appetite:

them.Therefore, love moderately : long love doth so ; Gentlemen, good den: a word with one of you. Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.

Mer. And but one word with one of us ? Enter Juliet.

Couple it with something; make it a word and

a blow. Here comes the lady :-0, so light a foot

Tyb. You will find me apt enough to that, Will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint: sir, if you will give me occasion. A lover may bestride the gossomers

Mer. Could you not take some occasion withThat idle in the wanton suunmer air,

0:1t giving ? And yet not fail: so light is vanity.

Tyb. Mercutio, thou consortest with Romeo,Jul. Good even to my ghostly confessor,

Mer. Consort! what, rost thou make us min. Fri. Romeo shall thank thee, daughter, for us strels? an thou make minstrele of ns, look to both.

hear nothing but discords; here's my fiddlestick; Jul.. As much to him, else are his thanks too here's that shall make you dance 'Zounds, much.

consort ! Rom. Ah, Juliet, if the measure of thy joy

Ben. We talk here in the public hannt of men: Be heap'd like mine, and that thy skill be more

Either withdraw into some private place,
To blazon it, then sweeten with thy breath Or reason colaly of your grievances,
This neighbour air, and let rich musick's tongue or else depart ;' here all eyes gaze on ns.
Unfold the imagin'd happiness that both Mer. Men's eyes were made to look, and let
Receive in either by this dear encounter.

thern gaze;
Jul. Conceit, more rich in malier than in I will not budge for no man's pleasure, I.
words,

Enter Romeo.
Brags of his substance, not of ornament:
They are but beggars that can count their Tyb. Well, peace be with you, sir! here comes
worth;

my man. But my true love is grown to such excess, Mer. But I'll be hang'd, sir, if he wear your I cannot sum up half my sum of wealth.

livery : Fri. Come, come with me, and we will make Marry, go before to field, he'll be your follower; short work ;

Your worship, in that sense, may call him Por, by yonr leaves, you shall not stay alone,

man. Till holy church incorporate two in one. Tyb. Romeo, the hate I bear thee can afford

(Exeunt. No better term than this-Thou art a villain

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Rom. Tybalt, the reason that I have to love That late thou gav'st me; for Mercutio's soul thee

Is but a little way above our heads, Doth much excuse the appertaining rage Staying for thine to keep him company, To such a greeting :-Villain am I none; Either thou, or I, or both, must go with him. Therefore, farewell; I see, thou know'st me not. Tyb. Thou, wretched boy, that did consort Tyb. Boy, this shall not excuse the injuries

him here, That thou hast done me; therefore turn, and Shalt with him bence. draw.

Rom.

This shall determine that. Rom. I do protest, I never injured thee;

(They fight : Tybalt falls. But love thee better than thou canst devise Ben. Romeo, away, be gone! Till thou shalt know the reason of my love: The citizens are up, and Tybalt slain : And so, good Capulet,-which name 'I tender Stand not amaz'dhe prince will doom thee As dearly as mine own,-be satisfied.

death, Mer. U cain), dishonourable, vile submission! If thou art taken :-hence !-be gone ?-away! A la stoccata carries it away.

Draws. Rom. 01 I am fortune's fool! Tybalt, you rat catcher', will you walk ?

Ben.

Why dost thon stay 1 Tyb. What would'st thou have with me?

[Erit Romeo. Mer. Good king of cats, nothing but one of

Enter Citizens, &c. your nine lives ; that I mean to make bold

1 Ci withal, and, as you shall use me hereafter, dry

Which way ran he, that kill'd Me itio? beat the rest of the eight. Will you pluck your Tybalt, that murderer, which way ran he ? sword out of his pilcher by the ears? make Ben. There lies that Tyball haste, lest miue be about your ears ere it be out.,1. Cit.

Up, sir, go with me; Tyb. I am for you.

[Drawing. I charge thee in the prince's name, obey. Rom. Gentle Mercutio, put thy rapier up.

Enter Prince, attended; Montague, Caprilet, Mer. Come, sir, your passado. ( They fight.

their Wives, and others. Rom, Draw, Benvolio: Beat down their weapons :-Gentlemen, for Prin. Where are the vile beginners of this shame

fray ? Forbear this outrage ;-Tybalt-Mercutio Ben. O'noble prince, I can discover all The prince expressly hath forbid this bandying The unlucky manage of this fatal brawl: In Verona streets :-hold, Tybalt;-good Mer. There lies the man, slain by young Romeo,

cutio. [Excunt Tybali' and his Partisans. That slew thy kinsman, brave Merculio. Mer. I am hurt :

La. Cap. Tybalt, my cousin - my brother's

child ! A plagre o both the houses !-I am sped :Is he gone, and hath nothing?

Unhappy sight l ah me, the blood is spill'd Ben.

What, art thou hurt ? of my dear kiusman! Prince, as thou art true, Mer. Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch ; marry, 'tis For blood of our's, sħed blood of Montague. enough.

O cousin, cousin ! Where is my page ?-go, villain, fetch a sur

Prin. Benvolio, who began this bloody fray ? geon.

[Erit Page. Ben. Tybalt, here slain, whom Romeo's hand Rom. Courage, man; the hurt cannot be

did slay; much.

Romeo that spoke him fair, bade him bethink Mer. No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so How nice the quarrel was, and urg'd withal wide as a church door; but 'tis enough, 'twill Your high displeasure :- All this attered serve: ask for me to-morrow, and you shall With gentle breath, calm look, knees hambly find me a grave man. I am peppered, I war

bow'd, rant, for this world :- A plague o both your Could not take truce with the unruly spleen houses !--Zounds, a dog, a rat, a mouse, a cat, of Tybalt, dear to peace, but that he Ulis to scratch a man to death! a braggart, a rogue With piercing steel at bold Mercutio's breast; a villain, that fights by the book of arithmetic ! Who, all as hot, turns deadly point to point, -Why, the devil, came you between us? I was And with a martial scorn, with one hand beats hurt under your arm.

Cold death aside, and with the other sends Rom. I thought all for the best.

It back to Tybali, whose dexterity Mer. Help me into some house, Benvolio,

Retorts it: Romeo he cries aloud, Or I shall faint. -A plague o' both your houses! Hold, friends ! friends, part! and swifter than They have made worm's meat of me: I have it, and soundly too :-Your houses ! His agile arm beats down their fatal points,

[Exeunt Mercutio and Benvolio. And 'iwixt them rushes ; underneath whose arm Rom. This gentleman, the prince's near ally, An envious thrust from Tybalt hit the life My very friend, hath got his mortal hurt Of stout Mercutio, and then Tybalt fled : Bu my behalf ; My reputation stain'd

But by and by comes back to Romeo, With Tybalt's slander, Tybalt, that an hour

Who had but newly entertain'd revenge, Hath been my kinsmau :-0 sweet Juliet,

And to't they go like lightning ; for, ere I Thy beauty hath nade me effeminate,

Could draw to part them, was stout Tybalt

slain And in my temper soften'd valour's steel.

And, as he fell, did Romeo turn and fly;
Re-enter Benvolio.

This is the truth, or let Benvolio die.
Ben. O Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio's dead; La. Cap. He is a kinsman to the Montague.

Affection makes him false; he speaks not true: That gallant spirit hath aspir'd the clouds, Which too untimely here did scorn the earth.

Sonne twenty of them fought in this black strife, Rom. This day's black fate on more days And all those twenty could but kill one life: doth depend;

I beg for justice, which thou, prince, must give; This but begins the wo, others must end.

Romeo slew Tybalt, Romeo must not live.

Prin. Romeo slew him, he slew Mercutio ; Re-enter Tybalt.

Who now the price of his dear blood doth owe? Ben. Here comes the furious Tybalt back Mon. Not Romeo, prince, he was Mercutio's again.

friend; Rom. Alive! in triumph! and Mercutio slain ! His fault concludes bat, what the law should end, Away to heaven, respective lenity,

The life of Tybalt And fire-ey'd fury be my conduct now !

Prin.

And, for that offence, Now, Tybalt, take the villain back again, Immediately we do exile bim bence:

his tongue,

I have an interest in your hates' proceeding; Nurse. I saw the wound, I saw it with mine My blood for your rude brawls doth lie a bleed

eyes, ing :

God save the mark !--here on his manly breast : But I'll amerce you with so strong a fine, A piteous corse, a bloody piteous corse; That you shall all repent the loss of mine : Pale, pale as asbes, all bedaub'd in blood, I will be deaf to pleading and excuses; All in gore blood; I swoonded at the sight. Nor tears, nor prayers shall purchase out abuses, Jul. Obreak, my heart !--poor bankrupt, break Therefore use none : let Romeo hence in haste, at once Else, when he's found, that hour is his last. To prison, eyes! ne'er look on liberty! Bear hence his body, and attend our will: Vile earth, to earth resign; and motion here; Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill. And thou, and Romeo, press one heavy bier !

[Ereunt. Nurse. 0 Tybalt, Tybalt, the best friend I had !

O courteous Tybalt! honest gentleman! SCENE IL A Room in Capulet's House. That ever I should live to see thee dead!

Jul. What storm is this, that blows so contrary? Enter Juliet.

Is Romeo slaughter'd : and is Tybalt dead? Jul. Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds, My dear-lov'd cousin, and my dearer lord ? Towards Phoebus' mansion ; such a wagoner Then dreadful trumpet, sound the general doom! As Phaeton, would whip you to the west, For who is living, if those two are gone? And bring in cloudy night immediately.

Nurse. Tybalt is gone, and Romeo banished; Spread thy close curtain, love-performing night! Romeo, that kill'd him, he is banished. That run-away's eyes may wink ; and Romeo Jul. O God !-did Romeo's hand shed Tyball's Leap to these arms, untalk'd of, and unseen - blood ? Lovers can see to do their amorous rites

Nurse. It did, it did ; alas the day! it did. By their own beauties : or, if love be blind, Jul. O serpent heart, hid with a flow'ring face! It best agrees with night.--Come, civil night, Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave ? Thou sober-suited matron, all in black, Beautiful tyrınt! fiend angelical ! And learn me how to lose a winning match, Dove-feather'd raven! wolvish-ravening lamb! Play'd for a pair of stainless maidenhoods : Despised substance of divinest show ! Hood my unmann'd blood bating in my cheeks, Jusi opposite to what thou justly seem'st, With thy black mantle ; till strange love, grown A damned saint, an honourable villain ! bold,

0, nature! what hadst thou to do in hell, Think true love acted, simple modesty.

When thou didst bower the spirit of a fiend Come, night!--Come, Romeo! come, thou day In mortal paradise of such sweet flesh ? in night!

Was ever book, containing such vile matter, For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night So fairly bound 7 0, that deceit should dwell Whiter than new snow on a raven's back. In such a gorgeous palace! Come, gentle night; come, loving, black-brow'd Nurse.

There's no trust, night,

No faith, no honesty in men; all perjur'd, Give me my Romeo; and, when he shall die, All forsworn, all naught, all dissemblers. Take him and cut him out in little stars, Ah, where's my man ? give me some aqua And he will make the face of heaven so fine,

vite: That all the world will be in love with night, These griefs, these woes, these sorrows, mako And pay no worship to the garish sun.

me old. 0, I have bought the mansion of a love, Shame come to Romeo ! But not possess'd it; and though I am sold, Jul

Blister'd be thy tongue, Not yet enjoy'd : So tedious is this day, For such a wish! he was not born to shame : As is the night before some festival,

Upon his brow shame is asham'd to sit; To an impatient child, that hath new robes, For 'tis a throne where honour may be crown'd And may not wear them. O, here comes my Sole monarch of the universal earth. nurse,

0, what a beast was I to chide at him !

Nurse. Will you speak well of him that kill'd Enter Nurse, with Cords.

your cousin ? And she brings news: and every tongue, that Jul. Shall I speak ill of him that is my hus. speaks

band ? But Romeo's name, speaks heavenly eloquence- Ah, poor my lord, what tongue shall smooth thy Now, nurse, what news? What hast thou there, name, the cords,

When I, thy three-hours wife, have mangled That Romeo bade thee fetch ?

it ?Nurse.

Ay, ay, the cords. But wherefore, villain, didst thou kill my

(Throws them down. cousin ? Jul. Ah me! what news! why dost thou wring That villain cousin would have kill'd my husthy hands?

band : Nurse. Ah well-a-day I he's dead, he's dead, Back, foolish tears, back to your native spring ; he's dead!

Your tributary drops belong to wo, We are undone, lady, we are undone ; Which you, mistaking, offer up to joy. Alack the day!-he's gone, he's kill'd, he's My husband lives, that Tybalt would have slain; dead!

And Tybalt's dead, thai would have slain my Jul. Can heaven be so envious ?

husband : Nurse.

Romeo can, All this is comfort: Wherefore weep I then? Though heaven cannot :-O Romeo! Romeo !-Some word there was, worser than Tybalt' Who ever would have thought it 1-Romeo !

death, Jul. What devil art thou, that dost torment me That murder'd me; I would forget it fain; thus?

But, O! it presses to my memory, This torture should be roar'd in dismal hell. Like damned guilty deeds to sinners' minds; Hath Romeo slain himself ? say thou but I, Tybalt is dead, and Romeo-banished: And that bare vowel I shall poison more That-banished, that one word-banished, Than the death-darting eye of cockatrice : Hath slain ten thousand Tybalts. Tybalt's death I am not 1, if there be such an I;

Was wo enough, if it had ended there : Or those eyee shut, that make thee answer, I. Or,-if sour wo delights in fellowship, If he be slain, say-I; or if not, no:

And needly will be rank'd with other griefs,-Brief sounds determine of my weal, or wo. Why follow'd not, wheu she said-Tybalt's dead,

Thy father, or thy mother, nay, or both, *Flies may do this, when I from this must fly :
Which modern lamentation might have mov'd ? They are free men, but I am banished.
But, with a rear-ward following Tyball's death, And say'st thou yet, that exile is not death?
Romeo is banished, -to speak that word, Hadst thou no poison mix'd, no sharp-ground
Is father, mother, Tyball, Romeo, Julie,

knife, All slain, all dead :--Romeo is banished, No sudden mean of death, though ne'er so mean, There is no end, no limit, measure, bound, But-banished-to kill me; banished ? In that word's death ; no words can that wo O friar, the damned use that word in hell ; sound.-

Howlings attend it: How hast thou the heart, Where is my father, and my mother, nurse ? Being a divine, a ghostly confessor, Nurse. Weeping and wailing over Tybalt's A sin-ahsolver, and my friend profess'd, corse :

To mangle ine with that word-banishment ? Will you go to them? I will bring you thither. Fri. Thou fond mad man, hear me bat speak Jul. Wash they his wounds with tears? mine

a word. shall be spent,

Rom. O, thou wilt speak again of banishment When theirs are dry, for Romeo's banishment. Fri. I'll give thee armour to keep off that word; Take up those cords :-Poor ropes, you are be- Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy, guil'd,

To confort thee, though thou art banished. Both you and I ; for Romeo is exil'd :

Rom. Yet banished -Hang up philosophy! He made you for a highway to my bed ; Unless philosophy can make a Juliet, But I, a maid, die maiden-widowed.

Displant a town, reverse a prince's doom; Come, cords ; come, nurse; I'll to my wedding It helps not, it prevails not, talk no more. bed ;

Frio, then I see that madmen have no ears. And death, not Romeo, take my maidenhead ! Rom. How should they, when that wise men Nurse. Hie to your chamber: I'll find Romeo have no eyes? To comfort you :- I wot well where he is. Fri. Let me dispute with thee of thy estate. Hark ye, your Romeo will be here at niglit; Rom. Thou canst not speak of what thou dost I'll to him ; he is bid at Laurence' cell.

not feel : Jul. O find him! give this ring to my true Wert thou as young as I, Juliet thy love, knight,

An hour but married, Tybalt murdered, And bid him come to take his last farewell. Doting like me, and like me banished,

Ereunt. Then might'st thou speak, then might'st thon SCENE III. Friar Laurence's Cell.

tear thy hair, Enter Friar Laurence and Romeo.

And fall upon the ground, as I do now,

Taking the measure of an unmade grave. Fri. Romeo, come forth; come forth, thou Fri. Arise; one knocks; good Romeo, bide fearful man ;

thyself.

[Knocking within Affliction is enamour'd of thy parts,

Rom. Not I; unless the breath of heart-sick And thou art wedded to calamity.

groans, Rom. Father, what news? what is the prince's Mistlike, infold me from the search of eyes. doom?

[Knocking, Wna', sorrow craves acquaintance at my hand, Fri. Hark, how they knock !-Who's there That I yet know not?

Romeo, arise ;
Fri.
Too familiar

Thou wilt be taken - Stay awhile: stand np; Is my dear son with such sour company :

(Knocking. I bring thee Lidings of the prince's doom. Run to my study :-By and by God's will! Rom. What less than dooms-day is the prince's What wilfulness is this 1-1 come, I come. doom?

[Knocking. Fri. A gentler judgment vanish'd from his lips, Who knocks so hard ? whence come you! what's Not body's death, but body's banishment.

your will? Rom. Ha! banishmenti be merciful, say-Nurse. [Within.] Let me come in, and you shall death:

know my errand ; For exile bath more terror in his look,

I come from Lady Juliet. Much more than death: do not say-banishment. Fri.

Welcome then. Flri. Hence from Verona art thou banished: Be patient, for the world is broad and wide.

Enter Nurse. Rom. There is no world without Verona walls, Nurse. O holy friar, 0 tell me, holy friar, But purgatory, tortore, hell itself.

Where is my lady's lord, where's Romeo 1 Hence banished is banish'd from the world, Fri. There on the ground, with his own tean An! world's exile is death :-then banishment

made drunk. 1. death misterm'd: calling death-banishment, Nurse. O, he is even in my mistress case, Thou cut'st iny head off with a golden axe, Just in her case! And smil'st upon the stroke that murders me.

Fri.

O woful sympathy !
Fri. O deadly sin ! O rude unthankfulness ! Piteollis predicament !
Thy fault our law calls death; but the kind Nurse.

Even so lies she,
prince,

Blubbering and weeping, weeping and blubber Taking thy part, hath rush'd aside the law,

ing:And turn'd that black word death to banishinent : Stand up, stand up; stand, an you be a man: This is dear mercy, and thou seest it not. For Juliet's sake, for her sake, rise and stand; Rom. "Tis torture, and not mercy: heaven is Why should you fall into so deep an 0? here,

Rom. Nurse! Where Juliet lives; and every cat, and dog, Nurse. Ah sir! ah sir ;-Well, death's the end And little mouse, every unworthy thing,

of all. Live here in heaven, and may look on her, Rom. Speak'st thou of Juliet ? how is it with Bat Romeo may not.-More validity,

her? More honourable state, more courtship lives Doth she not think me an old murderer, In carrion flies, than Romeo: they may seize Now I have staind the childhood of our joy On the white wonder of dear Juliet's hand,

With blood remov'd but little from her own ? And steal immortal blessing from her lips;

Where is she? and how doth she? and what says Who, even in pure and vestal modesty, My conceal'd lady to our cancell'd love? Still blush, as ihinking their own kisses sin ; Nurse. O, she says nothing, sir, but weeps and But Romeo may not; he is banished:

weepe;

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