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All slain, all dead :-Romeo is banished,
Nurse. Weeping and wailing over Tybalt's corse: Will you go to them? I will bring you thither. : Jul. Wash they his wounds with tears? mine
shall be spent, When theirs are dry, for Romeo's banishment.
those cords :-Poor ropes, you are beguild,
Nurse. Hie to your chamber : I'll find Romeo
Jul. O find him! give this ring to my true knight, And bid him come to take his last farewell.
Friar Laurence's Cell.
Enter Friar LAURENCE and ROMEO. Fri. Romeo, come forth; come forth, thou fearful,
man ; Affliction is enamour'd of thy parts, And thou art wedded to calamity. Rom. Father, what news ? what is the prince's
doom? What sorrow craves acquaintance at my hand, That I yet know not?
Too familiar Is my dear son with such sour company : I bring thee tidings of the prince's doom. Rom. What less than dooms-day is the prince's
doom? Fri. A gentler judgment vanish'd from his lips, Not body's death, but body's banishment.
Rom. Ha! banishment? be merciful, say-death: For exile hath more terror in his look, Much more than death : do not say-banishment,
Fri. Hence from Verona art thou banished: Be patient, for the world is broad and wide.
Rom. There is no world without Verona walls, But purgatory, torture, hell itself. Hence-banished is banish'd from the world, And world's exíle is death :then banishment Is death mis-term’d: calling death-banishment, Thou cut'st my head off with a golden axe, And smil'st upon the stroke that murders me.
Fri. O deadly sin! O rude unthankfulness ! Thy fault our law calls death ; but the kind prince, Taking thy part, hath rush'd aside the law, And turn'd that black word death to banishment: This is dear mercy,' and thou seest it not.
Rom. "Tis torture, and not mercy: heaven is here, Where Juliet lives; and every cat, and dog, And little mouse, every unworthy thing, Live here in heaven, and may look on her, But Romeo may not.—More validity, More honourable state, more courtship lives In carrion flies, than Romeo :* they may seize
' This is dear mercy,] The old copies read mere mercy, which, in ancient language, signifies absolute, mercy...
In carrion flies, than Romeo :] Validity seems here to mean worth or dignity. By courtship, the author seems to mean, the
On the white wonder of dear Juliet's hand,
word. Rom. O, thou wilt speak again of banishment.
Fri. I'll give thee armour to keep off that word;
Rom. Yet banished -Hang up philosophy!
Fri. O, then I see that madmen have no ears.
have no eyes? Fri. 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,
state of a lover; that dalliance, in which he who courts or wooes a lady is sometimes indulged.
3 Let me dispute with thee of thy estate.] i. e. talk over thy affairs.
An hour but married, Tybalt murdered,
thy hair, And fall upon the ground, as I do now, Taking the measure of an unmade grave. Fri. Arise; one knocks; good Romeo, hide thyself.
[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?
[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 Nurse. [Within.] Let me come in, and you shall
know my errand; I come from lady Juliet. Fri.
your will ?
Nurse. O holy friar, 0, 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. 0, he is even in
O woeful sympathy! :
Even so lies she,
Blubbering and weeping, weeping and blubbering:Stand
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?
As if that name,
Hold thy 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 amaz'd 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 thee, By doing damned hate upon thyself? Why rail’st thou on thy birth, the heaven, and earth?