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To comfort thee, though thou art banished.

Ro. Yet banished ?--Hang up philosophy!
Unless philosophy can make a Juliet,
Displant a town, reverse a prince's doom ;
It helps not, it prevails not: talk no more.

F. Lau. O, then I see that madmen have no ears.
Ro. How should they, when that wise men have

no eyes ? F. Lau. Let me dispute with thee of thy estate. Ro. 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 mightst thou tear

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 ;-
Thou wilt be taken ;-stay awhile ;-stand up ;-

[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

you

shall know my errand : I come from lady Juliet. F. Lau.

Welcome then.

Enter NURSE.

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

made drunk.
Nurse. O, he is even in my mistress' case,
Just in her case !

F. Lau. O woful sympathy!
Piteous predicament !
Nurse.

Even so lies she,
Blubbering and weeping, weeping and blubbering.--
Stand

up,

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. Ah, sir! ah, sir !-Well, death 's the end

of all.
Ro. Spakest thou of Juliet? how is it with her ?
Doth she not think me an old murderer,
Now I bave stain'd the childhood of our joy
With blood removed 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,
And Tybalt calls ; and then on Romeo cries,
And then down falls again.
Ro.

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.-0, 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.

[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.
Thy noble shape is but a form of wax,
Digressing from the valor of a man ;
Thy dear love, sworn, but hollow perjury,
Killing that love which thou hast vow'd to cherish;
Thy wit, that ornament to shape and love,
Mis-shapen in the conduct of them both,
Like powder in a skill-less soldier's flask,
Is set on fire by thine own ignorance,
And thou dismember'd with thine own defence.1
What, rouse thee, man! thy Juliet is alive,
For whose dear sake thou wast but lately dead;
There art thou happy: Tybalt would kill thee,
But thou slew'st Tybalt; there art thou happy too :
The law, that threaten'd death, becomes thy friend,
And turns it to exile; there art thou happy too :
A pack of blessings lights upon thy back;
Happiness courts thee in her best array;
But, like a misbehaved and sullen wench,
Thou pout'st upon thy fortune and thy love.
Take heed, take heed, for such die miserable.
Go, get thee to thy love, as was decreed ;
Ascend her chamber, hence and comfort her;
But, look, thou stay not till the watch be set,
For then thou canst not pass to Mantua;
Where thou shalt live, till we can find a time
To blaze your marriage, reconcile your friends, ,
Beg pardon of the prince, and call thee back

i Torn to pieces with thine own weapons.

With twenty huudred thousand times more joy
Than thou went'st forth in lamentation.-
Go before, nurse: commend me to thy lady;
And bid her hasten all the house to bed,
Which heavy sorrow makes them apt unto :
Romeo is coming.
Nurse. O Lord, I could have stay'd here all the

night,
To hear good counsel : 0, what learning is !-
My lord, I'll tell my lady you will come.

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.

[Exeunt.

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