Tybalt is dead, and Romeo-banished ; That-banished, that one word—banished, Hath slain ten thousand Tybalts. Tybalt's death Or, if sour woe delights in fellowship, Is father, mother, Tybalt, Romeo, Juliet, 320 330 In that word's death: no words can that woe sound.Where is my father, and my mother, nurse? Nurse. Weeping and wailing over Tybalt's corse : When theirs are dry, for Romeo's banishment. He made you for a highway to my bed ; But I, a maid, die maiden-widowed. 341 Come, cords; come, nurse; I'll to my wedding-bed; I'll to him; he is hid at Lawrence' cell. 349 Jul. O find him! give this ring to my true knight, And bid him come to take his last farewel. [Exeunt. SCENE III. Friar LAWRENCE'S Cell. Enter Friar LAWRENCE, 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, That I yet know not? Is Fri. Too familiar my dear son with such sour company: I bring thee tidings of the prince's doom. 360 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. Fri. Here from Verona art thou banished: Be patient, for the world is broad and wide. Rom. Rom. There is no world without Verona walls, But purgatory, torture, hell itself. Hence-banished is banish'd from the world, 370 Fri. O deadly sin! O rude unthankfulness ! Thy fault our law calls death; but the kind prince, Taking thy part, hath rush'd aside the law, And turn'd that black word death to banishment: This is dear mercy, and thou seest it not. 380 Rom. 'Tis torture, and not mercy: heaven is here, Where Juliet lives; and every cat, and dog, 390 Had'st thou no poison mix'd, no sharp ground knife, No sudden mean of death, though ne'er so mean, But But banished-to kill me? banished? O friar, the damned use that word in hell; A sin absolver, and my friend profest, To mangle me with that word-banishment? 400 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, 410 To comfort thee, though thou art banished. no eyes? Fri. Let me dispute with thee of thy estate. Rom. Thou canst not speak of what thou dost not feel ; Wert thou as young as I, Juliet thy love, An hour but marry'd, Tybalt murdered, Then might'st thou speak, then might'st thou tear thy hair, 420 And fall upon the ground, as I do now, Taking the measure of an unmade grave. Fri. Arise; one knocks; good Romeo hide thy self. [Knock within. Rom. Not I; unless the breath of heart-sick groans, Mist-like, infold me from the search of eyes. [Knock. Fri. Hark, how they knock!—Who's there? Romeo, arise; Thou wilt be taken :-Stay a while :-stand up; Run to my study :-By and by :-God's will! [Knock. [Knock. Who knocks so hard? whence come you? what's your will? 430 Nurse. [within.] Let me come in, and you shall know my errand; 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 !- Fri. O woeful sympathy ! Piteous predicament! Nurse. Even so lies she, 440 Blubbering |