But, wherefore, villain, didst thou kill my cousin? Which you, mistaking, offer up to joy. My husband lives, that Tybalt would have slain; And Tybalt's dead, that would have slain my husband. All this is comfort; wherefore weep I then? Some word there was, worser than Tybalt's death, But, O! it presses to my memory, That -- banished, that one word - banished, Hath slain ten thousand Tybalts. Tybalt's death Was woe enough, if it had ended there: Or, if sour woe delights in fellowship, And needly will be rank'd with other griefs, Why follow'd not, when she said - Tybalt 's dead, Which modern lamentation might have mov'd? Nurse. Weeping and wailing over Tybalt's corse: Will you go to them? I will bring you thither. Jul. Wash they his wounds with tears? mine shall be spent, When theirs are dry, for Romeo's banishment. Take up those cords. Poor ropes, you are beguil'd, Both you and I, for Romeo is exil'd: He made you for a highway to my bed, But I, a maid, die maiden-widowed. Come, cords; come, nurset I'll to my wedding bed; Nurse. Hie to your chamber; I'll find Romeo Jul. 0, find him! give this ring to my true knight, SCENE III. Friar LAURENCE'S Cell. Enter Friar LAURENCE and ROMEO. [Exeunt. 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, Is my 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? 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. Be patient, for the world is broad and wide. Rom. There is no world without Verona walls; But purgatory, torture, hell itself. Hence banished is banish'd from the world, Is death mis-term'd: calling death-banishment, Fri. O deadly sin! O rude unthankfulness! Thy fault our law calls death; but the kind prince, Rom. 'Tis torture, and not mercy: heaven is here, Hadst thou no poison mix'd, no sharp-ground knife, O friar! the damned use that word in hell; 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. Rom. Yet banished? - Hang up philosophy: Unless philosophy can make a Juliet, Displant a town, reverse a prince's doom, It helps not, it prevails not: talk no more. Fri. O! then I see that madmen have no ears. Rom. How should they, when that wise men have no eyes? Rom. Thou canst not speak of that thou dost not feel. Then might'st thou speak, then might'st thou tear thy hair, 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. Fri. Hark, how they knock! Thou wilt be taken. arise; Who's there? Stay a while.. Stand up; Run to my study. By and by: - God's will! What wilfulness is this! - I come, I come. [Knocking. Romeo, [Knocking. [Knocking. Who knocks so hard? whence come you? what's your will? Nurse. [Within.] Let me come in, and you shall know my I come from lady Juliet. Fri. Nurse. O holy friar, errand: Welcome, then. Enter Nurse. 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. Just in her case. Stand up, stand up; stand, an you be a man: Nurse. Ah Sir! ah Sir! - Death is the end of all. Now I have stain'd the childhood of our joy Nurse. O, she says nothing, Sir, but weeps Rom. As if that name, Shot from the deadly level of a gun, Did murder her; as that name's cursed hand and weeps; Murder'd her kinsman. - O tell me, friar, tell me, 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; By doing damned hate upon thyself? Why rail'st thou on thy birth, the heaven, and earth? |