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Nurse. Will you speak well of him, that kill'd your
cousin ? Jul. Shall I speak ill of him, that is my husband ? Ah, poor my lord, what tongue shall smooth thy
Nurse. Weeping and wailing over Tibalt's corse :
Nurse. I'll find Romeo,
Jul. Oh find him, give this ring to my true lord, And bid him come to take his last farewell.
Enter FRIAR LAWRENCE and ROMEO.
Fri. Romeo, come forth; come forth, thou fearful
Affliction is enamour'd of thy parts;
Rom. Father, what news? what is the Prince's doom?
What sorrow craves acquaintance at my hand,
Fri. Too familiar
Is my dear son with such sour company.
I bring thee tidings of the Prince's doom.
Rom. What less than death can be 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 terior in his look, Much more than death: Do not say, banishment; "Tis death mis-term'd calling death banishment, Thou cutt'st my head off, with a golden axe, And smil'st upon the stroke, that murders me.
Fri. O deadly sin! () rude unthankfulness ! Thy fault our law calls death; but the kind Prince, Taking thy part, hath push'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 Heav'n is here, Where Juliet lives. There's more felicity
In carrion-Aics, than Romeo : they may seize
Fri. Fond madman, hear me speak:
Rom. Yet banished ? hang up philosophy:
Fri. Let me dispute with thee of thy estate.
hair And fall upon the ground, as I do now, Taking the measure of an unmade grave.
[Throwing, himself on the Ground. Fri. Arise, one knocks; good Romeo, hide thyself.
[Knocks within. Thou wilt be taken--stay a while-stand up;
Run to my study-By and by-God's will;
know my errand : I come from Lady Juliet.
Fri, Welcome then.
your will ?
Nurse. Oh, holy Friar, oh 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. 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?
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;
Beg pardon of thy Prince, and call thee back,
Romeo is coming.
Nurse. O lord, I could have staid here all night
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.
Enter CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, and PARIS.
Cap. Things have fall'n out, sir, so unluckily,
Par. These times of grief afford no time to woo: Madam, good night, commend me to your daughter.