All slain, all dead:-Romeo is banished,- Where is my father, and my mother, nurse? When theirs are dry, for Romeo's banishment. He made you for a highway to my bed; 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. SCENE III. Friar Laurence's Cell. [Exeunt; 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, Fri. Is my Too familiar 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, Hence-banished is banish'd from the world, Rom. "Tis torture, and not mercy: heaven is here, 2 This is dear mercy,] The old copies read mere mercy, which, in ancient language, signifies absolute mercy.. 3 More validity, More honourable state, more courtship lives 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, 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, 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. Fri. O, then I see that madmen have no ears. Rom. How should they, when that wise men have no eyes? Fri. Let me dispute with thee of thy estate.3 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, Then might'st thou speak, then might'st thou tear thy hair, And fall upon the ground, as I do now, 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? Romeo, arise; Thou wilt be taken :-Stay a while :-stand up; [Knocking. Who knocks so hard? whence come you? what's your will? Nurse. [Within.] Let me come in, and know my errand; you shall I come from lady Juliet. Fri. Welcome then. Enter Nurse. 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, Fri. Blubbering and weeping, weeping and blubbering:- Rom. Nurse! Nurse. Ah sir! ah sir!-Well, death's the end of all. 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? Where is she? and how doth she? and what My conceal'd lady to our cancell❜d love? Nurse. O, 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, says Did murder her; as that name's cursed hand Murder'd her kinsman.-O tell me, friar, tell me,. In what vile part of this anatomy Doth my name lodge? tell me, that I may sack The hateful mansion. Fri. [Drawing his Sword. Hold thy desperate hand: Art thou a man? thy form cries out, thou art; Why rail'st thou on thy birth, the heaven, and earth? |