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ROMEO AND JULIET.
ACT 111. SCENE 5.
When informed by Friar Laurence, that the FRIAR.
I'll give thee armour to keep off that word; Prince
Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy,
To comfort thee, though thou art banished.
Romeo. Yet banished ? - - hang up philosophy! And turn'd that black word death to banishment : »
Unless philosophy can make a Juliet, Romeo, at the idea of being separated from his Displant a town, reverse a prince's doom; lovely bride, is driven to the very verge of frenzy.
It helps not, it prevails not, talk no more.» « 'Tis torture, and not mercy : heaven is here,
The nurse, who has been sent to the Friar's cell, Where Juliet lives; and every cat, and dog,
by Juliet, relieves the distracted mind of Romeo ; And little mouse, every unworthy thing,
and, through her means, he gets admission, at Lives here in heaven, and may look on her,
night, into his love's chamber. The design repreBut Romeo may not. - More validity, More honourable state, more courtship lives
sents Romeo, at break of day, parting from Juliet, In carrion flies, than Romeo: they may seize
who says to him : On the white wonder of dear Juliet's hand,
«Wilt thou be gone? it not yet near day: And steal immortal blessing from her lips;
It was the nightingale, and not the lark, Who, even in pure and vestal modesty,
That pierc'd the fearful hollow of thine ear: Still blush, as thinking their own kisses sin;
Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate-tree : But Romeo may not; he is banished:
Believe me, love, it was the nightingale. Flies may do this, when I from this inust fly:
Romeo. Il was the lark, the herald of the morn, They are free men, but I am banished.
No nightingale : look, love, what envious streaks And say'st thou yet, that exile is not death?
Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east : Hadst thou no poison mix'd, no sharp-ground knife, Night's candles are burnt out, and jocond day No sudden mean of death, though ne'er so inean,
Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain-tops;
I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Farewell, farewell! one kiss and I'll descend. »
In the design the nurse is seen, hurrying in to war « Fnrar. Thou fond mad man, hear mebut speak a word. the lovers, that Lady Capulet, Juliet's mother, is Romeo.
O thou wilt speak again of banishment. coming to their chamber.