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And steal immortal blessing from her lips;
Fri. I'll give thee armor to keep off that word;
Rom. Yet banished ?-Hang up philosophy!
Fri. O, then I see that madmen have no ears.
no eyes? Fri. Let me dispute with thee of thy estate.' Rom. Thou canst not speak of what 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 mightst thou speak, then might'st thou tear thy hair,
1 The same phrase, and with the same meaning, occurs in The Winter's Tale:
can he speak? hear?
Know man from man! dispute his own estate ? " i. e. his own affairs, or the present state he is in ?
And fall upon the ground, as I do now,
[Knocking within. Rom. Not I; unless the breath of heart-sick groans, Mist-like, infold me from the search of eyes.
[Knocking. Fri. Hark, how they knock !—Who's there ?
Romeo, arise ?
[Knocking. Run to my study.—By and by ;-God's wilī! What wilfulness is this?-I come, I
[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.
Nurse. O holy friar, 0, 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. 0, he is even in
mistress case, Just in her case!
O woful sympathy!
Even so lies she,
all. Rom. Spak'st thou of Juliet? How is it with her ?
Doth she not think me an old murderer,
As if that name,
[Drawing his sword. Fri.
Hold thy desperate hand. Art thou a man? Thy form cries out, thou art; Thy tears are womanish ; thy wild acts denote The unreasonable fury of a beast. Unseemly woman, in a seeming man! Or ill-beseeming beast, in seeming both ! Thou hast amazed me; by my holy order, I thought thy disposition better tempered. Hast thou slain Tybalt ? wilt thou slay thyself, And slay thy lady too, that lives in thee, By doing damned hate upon thyself? Why railst thou on thy birth, the heaven, and earth ? Since birth, and heaven, and earth, all three do meet In thee at once, which thou at once wouldst lose. Fie, fie! thou sham’st thy shape, thy love, thy wit; Which, like an usurer, abound'st in all, And usest none in that true use indeed Which should bedeck thy shape, thy love, thy wit. Thy noble shape is but a form of wax,
1 “My lady, whose being so, together with our marriage which made her so, is concealed from the world.”
2 The lines from Why rail'st thou on thy birth, &c., to thy own defence, are not in the first copy; they are formed on a passage in the poem.
Digressing from the valor of a man ;
1 To understand the force of this allusion, it should be remembered, that the ancient English soldiers, using match-locks, instead of locks with flints, as at present, were obliged to carry a lighted match hanging at their belts, very near to the wooden flask in which they carried their powder.
2 And thou torn to pieces with thine own weapons.
To hear good counsel. O, what learning is !-
Rom. Do so, and bid my sweet prepare to chide.
Nurse. Here, sir, a ring she bade me give you, sir. Hie you, make haste, for it grows very late.
[Exit Nurse. 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. Sojourn in Mantua ; I'll find out your man, And he shall signify from time to time Every good hap to you, that chances here. Give me thy hand; 'tis late: farewell ; good night.
Rom. But that a joy past joy calls out on me, It were a grief, so brief to part with thee. Farewell.
A Room in Capulet's House.
Enter CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, and Paris.
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 Of my child's love. I think she will be ruled
1 The whole of your fortune depends on this.