In carrion-flies, than Romeo: they may seize Fri. Fond madman, hear me speak: I'll give thee armour, to bear off that word, Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy: To comfort thee tho' thou art banished. Rom. Yet banished? hang up philosophy: Unless philosophy can make a Juliet, It helps not, it prevails not; talk no moreFri. 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, Tibalt murdered, Then might'st thou speak, then might'st thou tear thy hair And fall upon the ground, as I do now, [Throwing himself on the Ground. Fri. Arise, one knocks; good Romeo, hide th yself. [Knocks within, Thou wilt be taken-stay a while-stand up; Run to my study-By and by-God's will; [Knocks. 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. Oh, holy Friar, oh tell me, holy Friar, Where is my lady's 's lord? where's Romeo? Fri. There, on the ground, with his own tears made drunk. Nurse. Oh, he is even in my mistress' case; Just in her case: Oh, Juliet, Juliet ! Rom. Speak'st thou of Juliet ! how is it with her? Since I've sustain'd the childhood of our joy With blood, Where is she? How does she? what says she? Nurse. Oh, 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. Ŏh tell me, Friar, tell me, Doth my name lodge? tell me, that I may sack Fri. Hold thy desperate hand: Art thou a man? thy form cries out thou art; Thou hast amaz'd me. By my holy order, Beg pardon of thy Prince, and call thee back, Go before, Nurse; Commend me to thy lady, Romeo is coming. Nurse. O lord, I could have staid here all night long, To hear good counsel; Oh, 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. Rom. How well my comfort is reviv'd by this! Fri. 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. Rom. But that a joy, past joy, calls out on me, It were a grief so soon to part with thee. [Exeunt. SCENE IV. CAPULET'S House. Enter CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, and PARIS. Cap. Things have fall'n out, sir, so unluckily, That we have had no time to move our daughter Look you, she lov'd her kinsman Tibalt dearly, And so did I-Well, we were born to die"Tis very late, she'll not come down to-night. Par. These times of grief afford no time to woo: Madam, good night, commend me to your daughter. F Cap. Sir Paris, I will make a desperate tender Of my child's love: I think she will be rul'd In all respects by me; nay more, I doubt it not. But, soft; what day? Well, Wednesday is too soon, On Thursday, let it be, you shall be marry'd. We'll keep no great ado-a friend or twoFor, hark you, Tibalt being slain so late, It may be thought we held him carelessly, Being our kinsman, if we revel much; Therefore we'll have some half a dozen friends, And there's an end. Par. My lord, I morrow. But what say you to Thursday? would that Thursday were to Cap. Well, get you gone-on Thursday be it then: Go you to Juliet ere you go to bed: [TO LADY CAPulet. [Exeunt. Prepare her, wife, against this wedding day. SCENE V. The Garden. Enter ROMEO and JULI ET. Jul. Wilt thou be gone? It is not yet near day: Rom. It was the lark, the herald of the morn, Stands tip-toe on the misty mountain tops. I'll say, yon grey is not the morning's eye, Rom. More light and light ?—more dark and dark our woes. Farewell, my love; one kiss, and I'll begone. [ROMEO descends the Ropeladder. Enter NURSE. Nurse. Madam. Jul. Nurse. Nurse. Your lady mother's coming to your cham ber: The day is broke, be wary, look about. Jul. Art thou gone so ? love! lord! ah, husband, friend! I must hear from thee ev'ry day in th' hour, Rom. Farewell: I will omit no opportunity, |