Or, if sour woe delights in fellowship, And needly will be rank'd with other griefs,- Which modern lamentation might have mov'd? In that word 's death; no words can that woe sound.- Nurse. Weeping and wailing over Tybalt's corse: When theirs are dry, for Romeo's banishment. He made you for a highway to my bed; Come, cord; come, nurse; I'll to my wedding bed; Jul. O find him! give this ring to my true knight, And bid him come to take his last farewell. [Exeunt. SCENE III.-Friar Laurence's Cell. Enter Friar LAURENCE and ROMEO. Fri. Romeo, come forth; come forth, thou fearful man; Affliction is enamour'd of thy parts, Rom. Father, what news? what is the prince's doom? What sorrow craves acquaintance at my hand, That I yet know not? Is my dear son with such sour company: I bring thee tidings of the prince's doom. Rom. What less than dooms-day is the prince's doom? Fri. A gentler judgment vanish'd from his lips, Not body's death, but body's banishment. Rom. Ha! banishment? be merciful, say-death. For exile hath more terror in his look, Much more than death: do not say-banishment. Hence-banished is banish'd from the world, Fri. O deadly sin! O rude unthankfulness! And turn'd that black word death to banishment. Rom. T is torture, and not mercy heaven is here, Still blush, as thinking their own kisses sin; Hadst thou no poison mix'd, no sharp-ground knife, O friar, the damned use that word in hell; A sin-absolver, and my friend profess'd, Fri. Thou fond mad man, hear me a little speak. To comfort thee, though thou art banished. Rom. Yet banished?-Hang up philosophy! It helps not, it prevails not, talk no more. Fri. O, then I see that madmen have no ears. Rom. How should they, when that wise men have 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 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. Fri. Arise; one knocks; good Romeo, hide thyself. Rom. Not I; unless the breath of heart-sick groans, [Knocking within. Mist-like, infold me from the search of eyes. [Knocking. Fri. Hark, how they knock-Who's there?-Ro meo, arise; Thou wilt be taken :-Stay a while;-stand up; [Knocking. Run to my study:-By and by :-God's will! What simpleness is this?-I come, I come. [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! Fri. O woeful sympathy! Piteous predicament! Nurse. Even so lies she, Blubbering and weeping, weeping and blubbering: 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 stain'd the childhood of our joy 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. [Draws his sword. Why rail'st thou on thy birth, the heaven, and earth? And usest none in that true use indeed And thou dismember'd with thine own defence. |