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To comfort thee, though thou art banished.
Ro. Yet banished ?--Hang up philosophy!
F. Lau. O, then I see that madmen have no ears.
no eyes ? F. Lau. Let me dispute with thee of thy estate. Ro. Thou canst not speak of what thou dost not
Wert thou as young as I, Juliet thy love,
thy hair, And fall
upon the ground, as I do now, Taking the measure of an unmade grave. F. Lau. Arise; one knocks : good Romeo, hide thyself.
[knocking within. Ro. Not I; unless the breath of heart-sick
groans, Mistlike, infold me from the search of eyes.
[knocking. F. Lau. Hark, how they knock !-Who's there?
-Romeo, arise ;-
[knocking. Run to my study ;-by and by :-God's will ! What wilfulness 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
shall know my errand : I come from lady Juliet. F. Lau.
Nurse. O holy friar, O, tell me, holy friar, Where is my lady's lord, where 's Romeo ? F. Lau. There on the ground, with his own tears
F. Lau. O woful sympathy!
Even so lies she,
stand up; stand, an you be a man : For Juliet's sake, for her sake, rise and stand.Why should you fall into so deep an O ?
Ro. Nurse !
Nurse. O, she says nothing, sir, but weeps and
As if that name,
sack The hateful mansion.
[drawing his sword. F. Lau.
Hold tlay 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 temper'd. Hast thou slain Tybalt? wilt thou slay thyself, And slay thy lady too that lives in thec, 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 wouldst lose. Fie, fie! thou shamest thy shape, thy love, thy wit; Which, like a usurer, abound'st in all, And usest none in that true use indeed
Which should bedeck thy shape, thy love, thy wit.
i Torn to pieces with thine own weapons.
With twenty huudred thousand times more joy
Ro. 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. Ro. How well my comfort is revived by this ! F. Lau. Go hence: good night; and here stands
all your state: 1 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.
Ro. But that a joy past joy calls out on me, It were a grief, so brief to part with thee. Farewell.
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