To comfort you: I wot well where he is. 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. SCENE III.-Friar Laurence's Cell. Enter Friar LAURENCE, and ROMEO. Fri. Romeo, come forth; come forth, thou fearful man: Affliction is enamor'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 doomsday is the prince's doom? · Rom. Ha! banishment? be merciful, say-death: For exile hath more terror in his look, Much more than death: do not say-banishment. Fri. O deadly sin! O rude unthankfulness! Rom. 'Tis torture, and not mercy: heaven is here Oh Father! how hast thou the heart, A sin-absolver, and my friend profess'd, To mangle me with that word-banishment? Fri. Thou fond mad man, hear me but speak a 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. Fri. O, then I see that madmen have no ears. [Exeunt Rom. How should they, when that wise men have 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, In hour but married, Tybalt murdered, Then might'st thou speak, then might'st thou tear thy hair Taking the measure of an unmade grave. 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. [Knocking. Fri. Hark, how they knock!-Who's there?-Romeo, arise; Thou wilt be taken :-Stay awhile :-stand up; What wilfulness is this ?-I come, I come. [Knocking. [Knocking. Who knocks so hard? whence come you? what's your will. Nurse. [Within.] Let me come in, and you shall know my erI come from my 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. Just in her case! Stand up, stand up; stand, an you be a man : For Juliet's sake, for her sake, rise. 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 With blood? Where is she? how doth she? and what says she? 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 Murder'd her kinsman.-O tell me, friar, tell me, Doth my name lodge? tell me, that I may sack Fri. [rand. [Draws his sword. Hold thy desperate hand : Art thou a man? thy form cries out thou art; The unreasonable fury of a beast. Thou hast amaz'd me: by my holy order, I thought thy disposition better temper❜d. Nurse. O, I could have staid here all the night, Rom. Do so, and bid my sweet prepare to chide. Hie you, make haste, for it grows very late. Rom. How well my comfort is reviv'd by this! [Exit Nurse Fri. Go hence: Good night; and here stands all your state; Either begone before the watch be set, Or by the break of day disguis'd from hence: Sojourn in Mantua; 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. It were a grief, so brief to part with thee: Farewell. SCENE V.-Juliet's Chamber. Enter ROMEO, and JULIET. Jul. Wilt thou be gone? it is not yet near day: Rom. It was the lark, the herald of the morn, Jul. Yon light is not day-light, I know it, I: [Exeunt. It is some meteor that the sun exhales, Jul. It is, it is, hie hence, be gone, away; Rom. More light and light ?—more dark and dark our woes. Nurse. Madam ! Jul. Nurse? Enter Nurse. Nurse. Your lady mother's coming to your chamber. [Ex. Nurse. Rom. Farewell, farewell! one kiss, and I'll descend. [ROMEO descends. Jul. Art thou gone so? my love! my lord! my friend! I must hear from thee every day i' the hour, For in a minute there are many days: O! by this count I shall be much in years, Rom. Farewell! I will omit no opportunity That may convey my greetings, love, to thee. Jul. Ó, think'st thou, we shall ever meet again? For sweet discourses in our time to come. Jul. O Heaven! I have an ill-divining soul; Jul. O fortune, fortune! all men call thee fickle : [Exit ROMEO. ACT IV. Capulet determines to marry Juliet, immediately, to the County Paris; she imy lores het parents in vain, to defer the match,-distracted at the thought of being compelled to marry a second husband while Romeo is yet living, she consults Friar Laurence in het extremity. SCENE I.-Friar Laurence's Cell. Enter Friar LAURENCE, and PARIS. Fri. On Thursday, sir? the time is very short. Fri. You say, you do not know the lady's mind; Par. Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt's death, And therefore have I little talk'd of love; Now, sir, her father counts it dangerous, That she doth give her sorrow so much sway; Which, too much minded by herself alone, Now, do you know the reason of this haste? Fri. I would I knew not why it should be slow'd. Look, sir, here comes the lady towards my cell. Enter JULIET. Par. Happily met, my lady, and my wife! Jul. That may be, sir, when I may be a wife. Par. That may be, must be, love, on Thursday next. Fri. That's a certain text. Par. Come you to make confession to this father? Are you at leisure, holy father, now; Or shall I come to you at evening mass? Fri. My leisure serves me, pensive daughter, now :— My lord, we must entreat the time alone. Par. Heaven shield, I should disturb devotion! Juliet, farewell. Jul. O, shut the door! and when thou hast done so, It strains me past the compass of my wits: Unless thou tell me how I may prevent it: [Aside. [Exit PARIS |