Fri. Arise; one knocks: good Romeo, hide thy- self. [Knocking within.
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 T-- Romeo, arise; Thou wilt be taken.--Stay a while.--Stand up; [Knocking. Run to my study.--By and by :--God's will ! What wilfulness is this !--I come, I come. [Knocking. Who knocks so hard ? whence come you ? what's your will ?
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, Blubbering and weeping, weeping and blubbering.-- Stand up, stand up; stand, an you be a man: For Juliet's sake, for her sake, rise and stand; Why should you fall into so deep an O ?
Rom. Nurse !
Nurse. Ah sir ! ah sir !--Death is the end of all.
Rom. Spak'st thou of Juliet ? how is it with her? Doth she not think me an old murderer, Now I have stain'd the childhood of our joy XVith blood remov'd but little from her own ? XVhere is she ? and how doth she ? and what says My conceal'd lady to our cancelI'd love ? Nurse. O, she says nothing, sir, but weeps and weeps; And now falls on her bed; and then starts up, And Tybalt calls; and then on Romeo cries, And then down falls again.
Rom. As if that name, Shot from the deadly level of a gun, Did murder her; as that name's cursed hand iVIurder'd her kinsman.--O tell me, friar, tell me, In what vile part of this anatomy Doth my name lodge ? tell me, that I may sack The hateful mansion. [Drawing his s?m'd.
Fri. Hold thy desperate hand: Art thou a man ? thy form cries out, thou art; Thy tears are womanish; thy wild acts denote The unreasonable fm?j of a beast: Unseemly woman, in a seeming man; Or ill-beseeming beast, in seeming both ! Thou hast amaz'd me: by my holy order, I thought thy disposition better temper'd. Hast thou slain Tybalt ? wilt thou slay thyself? And slay thy lady, too, that lives in thee, By doing damned hate upon thyself? Why rail'st thou on thy birth, the heaven, and earth ? Since birth, and heaven, and earth, all three do meet In thee at once, which thou at once would'st lose. Fie, fie ! thou sham'st thy shape, thy love, thy wit, Which, like an usurer, abound'st in all, And usest none in that true use indeed Which should bedeck thy shape, thy love, thy wit. Thy noble ?hape is but a form of wax, I)igressing from the valour of a man; Thy dear love, sworn, but hollow perjury, Killing that love which thou hast vow'd to cherish; Thy wit, that ornament to shape and love, Mis-shapen in the conduct of them both, Like powder in a skill-less soldlet's flask, Is set afire by thine own ignorance, And thou dismember'd with thine own defence. What! rouse thee, man: thy Juliet is alive, For whose dear sake thou wast but lately dead; There art thou happy: Tybalt would kill thee, But thou slew'st Tybalt; there art thou happy too The law, that threaten'd death, becomes thy friend, And turns it to exile; there art thou happy: A pack of blessings lights upon thy back; Happiness courts thee in her best array; But, like a mis-behav'd and sullen wench, Thou pout'st upon thy fortune and thy love. Take heed, take heed, for such die miserable. Go, get thee to thy love, as was decreed, Ascend her chamber, hence and comfort her; But, look, thou stay not till the watch be set, For then thou canst not pass to Mantun; Where thou shalt live, till we can find a time To blaze your marriage, reconcile your friends, Beg pardon of the prince, and call thee back, With twenty hundred thousand times more joy Than thou went'st forth in lamentation.- Go before, nurse: commend me to thy lady; And bid her hasten all the house to bed, Which heavy sorrow makes them apt unto: Romeo is coming.
Nurse. O Lord! I could have stay'd here all the night, To hear good counsel: O, what learning is !- My lord, I'll tell my lady you will come.
Rom. I)o so, and bid my- s;veet prepare to chide. Nurse. Here, sir, a ring she bid me give you, sir. Hie you, make haste, for it grows very late. [Exit Nurse.
Rom. How well my comfort is reviv'd by this! l?ri. Go hence. Good night; and here stands all your state :- Either be gone before the watch be set, Or by the break of day disguis'd from hence. Sojourn in Mantun; I'll find out your man, And he shall signify from time to time Every good hap to you that chances here. Give me thy hand; 'tis late: farewell; good night.
Rom. But that a joy past joy calls out on me, It were a grief, so brief to part with thee: Farewell. [Exeunt.
Scene. IV. - A Room in Capulet's House.
Enter Capulet, Lady Capulet, and Paris.
Cap. Things have fallen out, sir, so unluckily, That we have had no time to move our daughter. Look you, she lov'd her kinsman Tybalt dearly, And so did I :--well, we were born to die.-- 'Tis very late, she'll not come down to-night: I promise you, but for your company, I would have been a-bed an hour ago.
Par. These times of woe afford no time to woo.- Madam, good night: commend me to your daughter.
La. Cap. I will, and know her mind early to-morrow;
To-night she's mew'd up to her heaviness.
