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. O woeful sympathy!
Piteous predicament! 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! Well, death's the end of all.

Rom. Speakest 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 removed but little from her own? Where is she? and how doth she? and what says My conceal'd lady to our cancell❜d love?

Nurse. O she says nothing, sir, but weeps and weeps;

An now falls on her bed; and then starts up,
And Tybalt calls, and then on Romeo cries,

As if that name,

And then down falls again.

Rom.

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, In what vile part of this anatomy

Fri.

Doth my name lodge ? tell me, that I may sack
The hateful mansion.
[Drawing his sword.
Hold thy desperate hand:
Art thou a man? thy form cries out thou art:
Thy tears are womanish; thy wild acts denote
The unreasonable fury of a beast:

Unseemly woman in a seeming man;
And ill-beseeming beast in seeing both!
Thou hast amazed me: by my holy order,
I thought thy disposition better temper'd.
Hast thou slain Tybalt? wilt thou slay thyself?
And slay thy lady that in thy life lives,
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 shamest 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 shape is but a form of wax,
Digressing 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,
Misshapen in the conduct of them both,
Like powder in a skilless soldier's flask,
Is set a-fire 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 light upon thy back;
Happiness courts thee in her best array;
But, like a misbehaved 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 Mantua;
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. Do so, and bid my sweet prepare to chide. Nurse. Here, sir, a ring she bid me give you,

sir.

Hie you, make haste, for it grows very late.

[Exit. Rom. How well my comfort is reviv'd by this! Fri. 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 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; 't is 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.

SCENE IV.

[Exeunt.

The Same. A Room in CAPULET'S
House.

Enter CAPULET, Lady CAPULET, and PARIS.

Cap. Things have fall'n out, sir, so unluckily, That we have had no time to move our daughter: Look you, she loved 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.

Lady Cap. I will, and know her mind early to

morrow;

To-night she's mew'd up to her heaviness.

Cap. Sir Paris, I will make a desperate tender Of my child's love: I think she will be ruled In all respects by me; nay, more, I doubt it not. Wife, go you to her ere you go to bed; Acquaint her here of my son Paris' love,

And bid her, mark you me, on Wednesday nextBut, soft! what day is this?

Par.

Monday, my lord. Cap. Monday! ha, ha! Well, Wednesday is

too soon;

O' Thursday let it be! o' Thursday, tell her,
She shall be married to this noble earl.

Will you be ready? do you like this haste?
We'll keep no great ado; a friend or two;
For, hark you, Tybalt being slain so late,
It may be thought we held him carelessly,
Being our kinsman, if we revel much.

Therefore we'll have some half a dozen friends, And there an end. But what say you to Thursday?

Par. My lord, I would that Thursday were to

morrow.

Cap. Well, get you gone: o' Thursday be it then. Go you to Juliet ere you go to bed,

Prepare her, wife, against this wedding-day.
Farewell, my lord. Light to my chamber, ho!
Afore me! it is so very very late,

That we may call it early by and by.
Good night.

[Exeunt.