18001326Fr:R
omeo come forth, come forth thou fearfull man,
18021327A
ffli
ction is enamourd on thy parts,
18031328And thou art wedded to Calamitie.
18041330Rom:Father what newes, what is the Princes doome,
18061331What Sorrow craues acquaintance at our hands,
18091334Is my yong
sonne with
such
sowre companie:
18101335I bring thee tidings of the Princes doome.
18111336Rom.What le
sse than doomes day is the Princes doome?
18131337Fr:A gentler iudgement vani
sht from his lips,
18141338Not bodies death, but bodies bani
shment.
18151339Rom:Ha, Bani
shed? be mercifull,
say death:
18161340For Exile hath more terror in his lookes,
18171341Than death it
selfe, doo not
say Bani
shment.
18181342Fr:Hence from
Verona art thou bani
shed:
18191343Be patient, for the world is broad and wide.
18201344Rom:There is no world without
Verona walls,
18211345But purgatorie, torture, hell it
selfe.
18221346Hence bani
shed, is bani
sht from the world:
18231347And world exilde is death. Calling death bani
shment,
18251348Thou cut
st my head o
ff with a golden axe,
18261349And
smile
st vpon the
stroke that murders me.
18271350Fr:Oh mon
strous
sinne, O rude vnthankfulnes:
18281351Thy fault our law calls death, but the milde Prince
18291352(Taking thy part) hath ru
shd a
side the law,
And
The excellent Tragedie
18301353And turnd that blacke word death to bani
shment:
18311354This is meere mercie, and thou
see
st it not.
18321355Rom:Tis torture and not mercie, heauen is heere
18331356Where
Iuliet liues: and euerie cat and dog,
18341357And little mou
se, euerie vnworthie thing
18351358Liue here in heauen, and may looke on her,
18361359But R
omeo may not. More validitie,
18371360More honourable
state, more court
ship liues
18381361In carrion
flyes, than R
omeo: they may
seaze
18391362On the white wonder of faire
Iuliets skinne,
18401363And
steale immortall ki
sses from her lips;
18451364But R
omeo may not, he is bani
shed.
18431365Flies may doo this, but I from this mu
st flye.
18461366Oh Father had
st thou no
strong poy
son mixt,
18471367No
sharpe ground knife, no pre
sent meane of death,
18481368Though nere
so meane, but bani
shment
18491370O Frier, the damned v
se that word in hell:
18501371Howling attends it. How had
st thou the heart,
18511372Being a Diuine, a gho
stly Confe
ssor,
18521373A
sinne ab
soluer, and my frend profe
st,
18531374To mangle me with that word, Bani
shment?
18541375Fr:Thou fond mad man, heare me but
speake a word.
18551376Rom:O, thou wilt talke againe of Bani
shment.
18561377Fr:Ile giue thee armour to beare o
ff this word,
18571378Aduer
sities
sweete milke, philo
sophie,
18581379To comfort thee though thou be bani
shed.
18591380Rom:Yet Bani
shed? hang vp philo
sophie,
18601381Vnle
sse philo
sophie can make a
Iuliet,
18611382Di
splant a Towne, reuer
se a Princes doome,
18621383It helpes not, it preuailes not, talke no more.
18631384Fr:O, now I
see that madmen haue no eares.
18641385Rom:How
should they, when that wi
se men haue no
18661387Fr:Let me di
spute with thee of thy e
state.
18671388Rom:Thou can
st not
speak of what thou do
st not feele.
Wert
of Romeo and Iuliet.
18681389Wert thou as young as I,
Iuliet thy Loue,
18691390An houre but married,
Tybalt murdred.
18701391Doting like me, and like me bani
shed,
18711392Then might
st thou
speake, then might
st thou teare thy
18731394And fall vpon the ground as I doe now,
18741395Taking the mea
sure of an vnmade graue.
18761397Fr:R
omeo ari
se,
stand vp thou wilt be taken,
18771398I heare one knocke, ari
se and get thee gone.
18961406Nur:Oh holy Fryer, tell mee oh holy Fryer,
18971407Where is my Ladies Lord? Wher's R
omeo?
18981408Fr:There on the ground, with his owne teares made
19001410Nur:Oh he is euen in my Mi
stre
sse ca
se.
19011411Iu
st in her ca
se. Oh wofull
simpathy,
19021412Pitteous predicament, euen
so lyes
shee,
19031413Weeping and blubbring, blubbring and weeping:
19041414Stand vp,
stand vp,
stand and you be a man.
19051415For
Iuliets sake, for her
sake ri
se and
stand,
19061416Why
should you fall into
so deep an O.
19081419Nur:Ah
sir, ah
sir. Wel death's the end of all.
G Rom:
The excellent Tragedie
19091420Rom:Spake
st thou of
Iuliet, how is it with her?
19101421Doth
she not thinke me an olde murderer,
19111422Now I haue
stainde the childhood of her ioy,
19121423With bloud remou'd but little from her owne?
19131424Where is
she? and how doth
she? And what
sayes
19141425My conceal'd Lady to our canceld loue?
19151426Nur:Oh
she
saith nothing, but weepes and pules,
19161427And now fals on her bed, now on the ground,
19171428And
Tybalt cryes, and then on
Romeo calles.
19191429Rom.As if that name
shot from the deadly leuel of a gun
19201430Did murder her, as that names cur
sed hand
19211431Murderd her kin
sman. Ah tell me holy Fryer
19221432In what vile part of this Anatomy
19231433Doth my name lye? Tell me that I may
sacke
1924.11435He offers to stab himselfe, and Nurse snatches 19251438Fr:Hold,
stay thy hand: art thou a man? thy forme
19261439Cryes out thou art, but thy wilde a
ctes denote
19281440The vnre
sonable furyes of a bea
st.
19291441Vn
seemely woman in a
seeming man,
19301442Or ill be
seeming bea
st in
seeming both.
19311443Thou ha
st amaz'd me. By my holy order,
19321444I thought thy di
spo
sition better temperd,
19331445Ha
st thou
slaine
Tybalt? wilt thou
slay thy
selfe?
19341446And
slay thy Lady too, that liues in thee?
19521447Rou
se vp thy
spirits, thy Lady
Iuliet liues,
19531448For who
se
sweet
sake thou wert but lately dead:
19541449There art thou happy.
Tybalt would kill thee,
19551450But thou
slue
st Tybalt, there art thou happy too.
19581451A packe of ble
ssings lights vpon thy backe,
19591452Happines Courts thee in his be
st array:
19601453But like a misbehaude and
sullen wench
19611454Thou frown
st vpon thy Fate that
smilles on thee.
Take
of Romeo and Iuliet.
19621455Take heede, take heede, for
such dye mi
serable.
19631456Goe get thee to thy loue as was decreed:
19641457A
scend her Chamber Window, hence and comfort her,
19651458But looke thou
stay not till the watch be
set:
19661459For then thou can
st not pa
sse to
Mantua.
19731461Comfort thy Mi
stre
sse, ha
ste the hou
se to bed,
19691462Which heauy
sorrow makes them apt vnto.
19771463Nur:Good Lord what a thing learning is.
19761464I could haue
stayde heere all this night
1465To heare good coun
sell. Well Sir,
19781466Ile tell my Lady that you will come.
19791467Rom:Doe
so and bidde my
sweet prepare to childe,
1979.21469Nurse offers to goe in and turnes againe. 19801470Nur:Heere is a Ring Sir, that
she bad me giue you,
19821471Rom:How well my comfort is reuiued by this.
19871473Fr:Soiorne in
Mantua, Ile
finde out your man,
19881474And he
shall
signi
fie from time to time:
19891475Euery good hap that doth befall thee heere.
19911477Rom:But that a ioy, pa
st ioy cryes out on me,
19921478It were a griefe
so breefe to part with thee.