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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.
Nurse. O holy friar, 0, tell me, holy friar, Where is my lady's lord, where 's Romeo ? F. Lau. There on the ground, with bis own tears
F. Lau. O woful sympathy!
Even so lies she,
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?
Nurse. O, she says nothing, sir, but weeps and
As if that name,
sack The hateful mansion.
[drawing his sword. F. Lau.
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 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.
1 Torn to pieces with thine own weapons.
With twenty hundred thousand times more joy
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.
1 The whole of your fortune depends on this.
A room in Capulet's house. Enter CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, and PARIS. Cap. Things have fallen out, sir, so unluckily, That we have had no time to move our daughter. Look you, she loved her kinsman Tybalt dearly, And so did I :-Well, we were born to die.'Tis very late; she ʼll not come down to-night: I promise you, but for your company, I would have been a-bed an hour ago.
Pa. These times of woe afford no time to woo. Madam, good night; commend me to your daughter. L. Cap. I will, and know her mind early to
morrow; To-night she 's mew'd up to her heaviness.
Cap. Sir Paris, I will make a desperate 1 tender Of my child's love. I think, she will be ruled In all respects by me; nay, more, I doubt it not. Wife, go you to her ere you go to bed; Acquaint her here of my son Paris’ love; And bid her, mark you me, on Wednesday nextBut, soft; what day is this? Pa.
Monday, my lord. Cap. Monday? ha! ha! Well, Wednesday is too
soon ; O'Thursday let it be ;-o' Thursday, tell her,