No sudden mean of death, though ne'er so mean, O Friar the damned use that word in Hell; Howlings attend it: how hast thou the heart, A sin-absolver, and my friend profess'd, Fri. Thou fond mad man, hear me a little speak. Rom. O, thou wilt speak again of banishment. Fri. 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, 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 that thou dost not feel. Wert thou as young as I, Juliet thy love, An hour but married, Tybalt murthered, 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. [Knocking within. Fri. 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. [Knocking. Fri. Hark, how they knock! - Who's there? Romeo, arise; Thou wilt be taken. Stay a while. Stand up; [Knocking. Run to my study. By and by. — God's will, [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; Blubb'ring and weeping, weeping and blubb'ring. — Why should you fall into so deep an O? Rom. Nurse! Nurse. Ah sir! ah sir! Death is the end of all. Rom. Spak'st thou of Juliet? how is it with her? Doth she not think me an old murtherer, 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, Rom. As if that name, Shot from the deadly level of a gun, Did murther her; as that name's cursed hand Murther'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; I thought thy disposition better temper'd. Hast thou slain Tybalt? wilt thou slay thyself? And slay thy lady, that in thy life lives, By doing damned hate upon thyself? Why rail'st 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 would'st 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, Digressing from the valour of a man; Thy dear love, sworn, but hollow perjury, And thou dismember'd with thine own defence. too : The law, that threaten'd death, becomes thy friend, Romeo is coming. Nurse. O Lord, I could have stay'd here all the night, To hear good counsel: O, what learning is! - Rom. Do so, and bid my sweet prepare to chide. Nurse. Here, sir, a ring she bid me give you, sir. 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, Or by the break of day disguis'd from hence. Give me thy hand; 'tis late: farewell; good night. [Exeunt. SCENE IV. A Room in CAPULET'S House. Enter CAPULET, Lady CAPULET, and PARIS. 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. |