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Romeo is banished,-to speak that word,
In that word's death; no words can that woe sound.Where is my father, and my mother, nurse?
Nurse. Weeping and wailing over Tybalt's corse:
When theirs are dry, for Romeo's banishment.
He made you for a highway to my bed;
But I, a maid, die maiden-widowed.
Come, cords; come, nurse; I'll to my wedding bed;
Jul. O find him! give this ring to my true knight, And bid him come to take his last farewell. [Exeunt.
Friar Laurence's Cell.
Enter Friar LAURENCE and ROMEO.
Fri. Romeo, come forth; come forth, thou fearful
Affliction is enamour'd of thy parts,
And thou art wedded to calamity.
Rom. Father, what news? what is the prince's
What sorrow craves acquaintance at my hand,
That I yet know not?
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
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,
Hence-banished is banish'd from the world,
Fri. O deadly sin! O rude unthankfulness!
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,
More honourable state, more courtship lives
And say'st thou yet, that exile is not death?
O friar, the damned use that word in hell;
A sin-absolver, and my friend profess'd,
To mangle me with that word-banishment?
Fri. Thou fond mad man, hear me but speak a word.
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,
Displant a town, reverse a prince's doom;
Fri. O, then I see that madmen have no ears. Rom. How should they, when that wise men have
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,
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.
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.
Fri. Hark, how they knock!-Who's there?—
Thou wilt be taken:-Stay a while: stand up;
Run to my study:-By and by :-God's will!
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.
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,
Just in her case!
O woeful sympathy!
Even so lies she,
Blubbering and weeping, weeping and blubbering :-
Nurse. Ah sir! ah sir!-Well, death's the end of
Rom. Spak'st thou of Juliet? how is it with her? Doth she not think me an old murderer,
Now I have stain'd the childhood of our joy
With blood remov'd but little from her own?
Nurse. O, she says nothing, sir, but weeps and
And now falls on her bed; and then starts up,
As if that name,
Shot from the deadly level of a gun,