Romeo and Juliet (Modern, Quarto 2)

 [Scene 13/III.iii]
3.0.117991768Enter Friar and Romeo.
3.318001769Friar Laurence
 Romeo, come forth, come forth, thou fearful man.
3.418021770Affliction is enamored of thy parts
3.518031771And thou art wedded to calamity.
3.618041772Romeo
 Father, what news? What is the Prince's doom?
3.718061773What sorrow craves acquaintance at my hand
3.818071774That I yet know not?
3.918081775Friar Laurence
 Too familiar
3.1018091776Is my dear son with such sour company.
3.1118101777I bring thee tidings of the Prince's doom.
3.1218111778Romeo
 What less than doomsday is the Prince's doom?
3.1318131779Friar Laurence
 A gentler judgment vanished from his lips:
3.1418141780Not body's death, but body's banishment.
3.1518151781Romeo
 Ha, banishment? Be merciful, say "death."
3.1618161782For exile hath more terror in his look,
3.1718171783Much more than death; do not say "banishment."
3.1818181784Friar Laurence
 Here from Verona art thou banishèd.
3.1918191785Be patient, for the world is broad and wide.
3.2018201786Romeo
 There is no world without Verona walls,
3.2118211787But purgatory, torture, hell itself.
3.2218221788Hence banishèd, is banished from the world,
3.2318231789And world's exile is death. Then "banishèd,"
3.2418241790Is death mistermed. Calling death "banishèd,"
3.2518251791Thou cutt'st my head off with a golden ax
3.2618261792And smilest upon the stroke that murders me.
3.2718271793Friar Laurence
 O deadly sin, O rude unthankfulness!
3.2818281794Thy fault our law calls death, but the kind Prince,
3.2918291795Taking thy part, hath rushed aside the law
3.3018301796And turned that black word "death" to banishment.
3.3118311797This is dear mercy, and thou seest it not.
3.3218321798Romeo
 'Tis torture and not mercy. Heaven is here
3.3318331799Where Juliet lives, and every cat and dog,
3.3418341800And little mouse, every unworthy thing,
3.3518351801Live here in heaven, and may look on her,
3.3618361802But Romeo may not. More validity,
3.3718371803More honorable state, more courtship lives
3.3818381804In carrion flies than Romeo. They may seize
3.3918391805On the white wonder of dear Juliet's hand
3.4018401806And steal immortal blessing from her lips,
3.4118411807Who even in pure and vestal modesty
3.4218421808Still blush, as thinking their own kisses sin.
3.4318431809This may flies do, when I from this must fly--
3.4418441810And sayest thou yet that exile is not death?--
3.4518451811But Romeo may not; he is banishèd.
3.461845.21813They are free men, but I am banishèd.
3.4718461814Hadst thou no poison mixed, no sharp-ground knife,
3.4818471815No sudden mean of death, though ne'er so mean,
3.4918481816But "banishèd" to kill me? "Banishèd"?
3.5018491817O Friar, the damnèd use that word in hell;
3.5118501818Howling attends it. How hast thou the heart,
3.5218511819Being a divine, a ghostly confessor,
3.5318521820A sin absolver, and my friend professed,
3.5418531821To mangle me with that word "banishèd"?
3.5518541822Friar Laurence
 Then, fond mad man, hear me a little speak.
3.5618551823Romeo
 O, thou wilt speak again of banishment!
3.5718561824Friar Laurence
 I'll give thee armor to keep off that word,
3.5818571825Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy,
3.5918581826To comfort thee though thou art banishèd.
3.6018591827Romeo
 Yet banishèd? Hang up philosophy!
3.6118601828Unless philosophy can make a Juliet,
3.6218611829Displant a town, reverse a prince's doom,
3.6318621830It helps not; it prevails not. Talk no more.
3.6418631831Friar Laurence
 O, then I see that mad men have no ears.
3.6518641832Romeo
 How should they when that wise men have no eyes?
3.6618661833Friar Laurence
 Let me dispute with thee of thy estate.
3.6718671834Romeo
 Thou canst not speak of that thou dost not feel.
3.6818681835Wert thou as young as I, Juliet thy love,
3.6918691836An hour but married, Tybalt murderèd,
3.7018701837Doting like me, and like me banishèd,
3.7118711838Then mightst thou speak;
3.7218721839Then mightst thou tear thy hair
3.7318731840And fall upon the ground as I do now,
3.73.1[Romeo falls on the ground.]
3.7518741841Taking the measure of an unmade grave.
3.75.118751842Enter Nurse, and knock.
3.7718761843Friar Laurence
 Arise, one knocks. Good Romeo, hide thyself.
3.7818781844Romeo
 Not I, unless the breath of heartsick groans
3.7918801845Mist-like enfold me from the search of eyes.
3.79.118811846They knock.
3.8118821847Friar Laurence
 Hark how they knock.--[To Person Knocking] Who's there?--[To Romeo] Romeo, arise,
3.8218841848Thou wilt be taken. Stay a while; stand up.
3.82.118851849Loud knock.
3.8418861850Run to my study.--[To Person Knocking] By and by!--[To Self] God's will!
3.8518871851What simpleness is this?--[To Person Knocking] I come, I come.
3.85.118881852Knock.
3.8718891853Who knocks so hard? Whence come you? What's your will?
3.87.118911854Enter Nurse.
3.8918921855Nurse
 Let me come in, and you shall know my errand.
3.9018941856I come from Lady Juliet.
3.9118951857Friar Laurence
 Welcome, then.
3.9218961858Nurse
 O holy Friar, O, tell me, holy Friar,
3.9318971859Where's my lady's lord? Where's Romeo?
3.9418981860Friar Laurence
 There on the ground,
3.9518991861With his own tears made drunk.
3.9619001862Nurse
 O, he is even in my mistress' case,
3.9719011863Just in her case. O woeful sympathy,
3.9819021864Piteous predicament! Even so lies she,
3.9919031865Blubb'ring and weeping, weeping and blubb'ring.
3.10019041866Stand up, stand up, stand an you be a man.
3.10119051867For Juliet's sake, for her sake, rise and stand.
3.10219061868Why should you fall into so deep an O?
3.10319071869Romeo
 Nurse. 
3.103.1[Romeo gets up.]
3.10519081870Nurse
 Ah, sir, ah, sir, death's the end of all.
3.10619091871Romeo
 Spakest thou of Juliet? How is it with her?
3.10719101872Doth not she think me an old murderer
3.10819111873Now I have stained the childhood of our joy
3.10919121874With blood removed but little from her own?
3.11019131875Where is she? And how doth she? And what says
3.11119141876My concealed lady to our canceled love?
3.11219151877Nurse
 O, she says nothing, sir, but weeps and weeps,
3.11319161878And now falls on her bed, and then starts up,
3.11419171879And Tybalt calls, and then on Romeo cries,
3.11519181880And then down falls again.
3.11619191881Romeo
 As if that name shot from the deadly level of a gun
3.11719201882Did murder her, as that name's cursed hand
3.11819211883Murdered her kinsman. O, tell me, Friar, tell me,
3.11919221884In what vile part of this anatomy
3.12019231885Doth my name lodge? Tell me that I may sack
3.12119241886The hateful mansion.
3.121.1[Draws weapon.]
3.12319251887Friar Laurence
 Hold thy desperate hand![Grabs Romeo]
3.12419261888Art thou a man? Thy form cries out thou art.
3.12519271889Thy tears are womanish, thy wild acts denote
3.12619281890The unreasonable fury of a beast.
3.12719291891Unseemly woman in a seeming man
3.12819301892And ill-beseeming beast in seeming both.
3.12919311893Thou hast amazed me. By my holy order,
3.13019321894I thought thy disposition better tempered.
3.13119331895Hast thou slain Tybalt? Wilt thou slay thyself?
3.13219341896And slay thy lady, that in thy life lies,
3.13319351897By doing damnèd hate upon thyself?
3.13419361898Why railest thou on thy birth, the heaven, and earth,
3.13519371899Since birth, and heaven, and earth all three do meet
3.13619381900In thee at once, which thou at once wouldst lose.
3.13719391901Fie, fie, thou shamest thy shape, thy love, thy wit,
3.13819401902Which like a usurer abound'st in all
3.13919411903And usest none in that true use indeed,
3.14019421904Which should bedeck thy shape, thy love, thy wit.
3.14119431905Thy noble shape is but a form of wax,
3.14219441906Digressing from the valor of a man;
3.14319451907Thy dear love sworn but hollow perjury,
3.14419461908Killing that love which thou hast vowed to cherish;
3.14519471909Thy wit, that ornament, to shape and love,
3.14619481910Misshapen in the conduct of them both,
3.14719491911Like powder in a skilless soldier's flask,
3.14819501912Is set afire by thine own ignorance,
3.14919511913And thou dismembered with thine own defense.
3.15019521914What? Rouse thee, man! Thy Juliet is alive,
3.15119531915For whose dear sake thou wast but lately dead;
3.15219541916There art thou happy. Tybalt would kill thee,
3.15319551917But thou slewest Tybalt; there art thou happy.
3.15419561918The law that threatened death becomes thy friend
3.15519571919And turns it to exile; there art thou happy.
3.15619581920A pack of blessings light upon thy back;
3.15719591921Happiness courts thee in her best array,
3.15819601922But like a mishavèd and sullen wench,
3.15919611923Thou pouts upon thy fortune and thy love.
3.16019621924Take heed, take heed, for such die miserable.
3.16119631925Go get thee to thy love as was decreed;
3.16219641926Ascend her chamber, hence and comfort her,
3.16319651927But look thou stay not till the watch be set,
3.16419661928For then thou canst not pass to Mantua,
3.16519671929Where thou shalt live till we can find a time
3.16619681930To blaze your marriage, reconcile your friends,
3.16719691931Beg pardon of the Prince, and call thee back,
3.16819701932With twenty hundred thousand times more joy
3.16919711933Then thou went'st forth in lamentation.
3.17019721934Go before, Nurse, commend me to thy lady,
3.17119731935And bid her hasten all the house to bed,
3.17219741936Which heavy sorrow makes them apt unto.
3.17319751937Romeo is coming.
3.17419761938Nurse
 O Lord, I could have stayed here all the night,
3.17519771939To hear good counsel. O what learning is!
3.17619781940My lord, I'll tell my lady you will come.
3.17719791941Romeo
 Do so, and bid my sweet prepare to chide.
3.17819801942Nurse
 Here, sir, a ring she bid me give you, sir.
3.178.1[Gives him ring.]
3.18019811943Hie you, make haste, for it grows very late.[Exit Nurse.]
3.18119821944Romeo
 How well my comfort is revived by this.
3.18219831945Friar Laurence
 Go hence, goodnight, and here stands all your state.
3.18319851946Either be gone before the watch be set,
3.18419861947Or by the break of day disguise from hence;
3.18519871948Sojourn in Mantua. I'll find out your man,
3.18619881949And he shall signify from time to time
3.18719891950Every good hap to you that chances here.
3.18819901951Give me thy hand; 'tis late. Farewell, goodnight.
3.188.1[They clasp hands.]
3.19019911952Romeo
 But that a joy past joy calls out on me,
3.19119921953It were a grief, so brief to part with thee.
3.19219931954Farewell.
3.192.11955Exeunt.
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