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, nurse; I’ll to my wedding bed; 136
And death, not Romeo, take my maidenhead!
Nurse. Hie to your chamber; I'll find Romeo
To comfort you: I wot well where he is.
Hark ye, your Romeo will be here to-night: 140
I'll to him; he is hid at Laurence' cell.
Jul. O! find him; give this ring to my true knight,
And bid him come to take his last farewell. Exeunt.
Scene Three
[Friar Laurence's Cell]
Enter Friar.
Fri. L. Romeo, come forth; come forth, thou fearful man:
Affliction is enamour'd of thy parts,
And thou art wedded to calamity.
Enter Romeo.
Rom. Father, what news? what is the prince's doom? 4
What sorrow craves acquaintance at my hand,
That I yet know not?
Fri. L. Too familiar
Is my dear son with such sour company:
I bring thee tidings of the prince's doom.8
Rom. What less than doomsday is the prince's doom?
1 fearful: apprehensive
5 at my hand: from me
