An hour but married, Tybalt murdered, Then might'st thou speak, then might'st thou tear thy hair, And fall upon the ground, as I do now, Fri. Arise; one knocks; good Romeo, hide thy self. [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; Thou wilt be taken :-Stay a while: stand up; [Knocking. [Knocking. Run to my study :-By and by :-God's will! 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! ing: Stand up, stand up; stand, an you be a man: Why should you fall into so deep an O? 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? Doth she not think me an old murderer, 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 Murder'd her kinsman.-O tell me, friar, tell me, In what vile part of this anatomy Doth my name lodge? tell me, that I may sack The hateful mansion. Fri. [Drawing his sword. Hold thy desperate hand: Art thou a man? thy form cries out, thou art; Unseemly woman, in a seeming man! Why rail'st thou on thy birth, the heaven, and earth? 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, ; And thou dismember'd with thine own defence*. Nurse. O Lord, I could have staid here all the night, To hear good counsel: O, what learning is !— Rom. Do so, and bid my sweet prepare to chide. * Torn to pieces with thine own weapons. Hie you, make haste, for it grows very late. [Exit Nurse. Rom. How well my comfort is reviv'd by this! Fri. Go hence: Good night; and here stands all your state*; Either be gone before the watch be set, It were a grief, so brief to part with thee: Farewell. [Exeunt. SCENE IV. 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 lov'd her kinsman Tybalt dearly, And so did I ;-Well, we were born to die.-— 'Tis very late, she'll not come down to-night: I promise you, but for your company, I would have been a-bed an hour ago. 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 mew'd up† to her heaviness. Cap. Sir Paris, I will make a desperate ‡, tender Acquaint her here of my son Paris' love; * The whole of your fortune depends on this. † Shut up. Bold. |