SC. III.
ROMEO AND JULIET
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Rom. | O, thou wilt speak again of banishment. |
Fri. | I'll give thee armour to keep off that[C 1] word; Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy,55 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.60 |
Fri. | O, then I see that madmen have no ears. |
Rom. | How should they, when that[C 2] wise men have no eyes? |
Fri. | Let me dispute[C 3] with thee of thy estate.[E 1] |
Rom. | Thou canst not speak of that[C 4] thou dost not feel: Wert thou as young as I, Juliet thy[C 5] love,65 An hour but married, Tybalt murdered, Doting like me, and like me banished, Then mightst thou speak, then mightst thou tear thy hair, And fall upon the ground, as I do now, Taking the measure of an unmade grave.[E 2]70 |
[Knocking within.[C 6]
Fri. | Arise; one knocks; good Romeo, hide thyself. |
Rom. | Not I; unless the breath of heart-sick groans, Mist-like, infold me from the search of eyes. |
[Knocking.
Fri. | Hark, how they knock! Who's there? Romeo arise; |