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Fri. Arise ; one knocks; good Romeo, hide thyself,

[Knocking within. Rom. Not I; unless the breath of beart-sick groans, Mist-like, infold me from the search of eyes.

[Knocking. Fri. Hark, how they knock!-Who's there ?--Romeo,

arile; 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 çome 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,
Juit in her case !
Fri.

O woeful fympathy!
Piteous predicament!
Nurse.

Even so lies she,
Blubbering and weeping, weeping and blubbering:
Stand

stand, an you be a man : For Juliet's fake, for her fake, rise and stand ; Why should you fall into so deep an O?

Rom. Nurse !
Nurse. Ah sir! ah fir!-Well, death's the end of all.
Rom. Spak'st thou of Juliet ? how is it with her?

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Romeo and Julieta

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Published 1:* of Sept."1798. by Vernor & Hood 31 Poultry.

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Doth the not think me an old murderer,
Now I have stain'd the childhood of our joy
With blood remov'd but little from her own?
Where is she? and how doth she? and what says
My conceald lady to our cancell'd love?
Nurse. O, she says nothing, fir, 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.-0 tell me, friar, tell me,
In what vile part of this anatomy
Doth my name lodge? tell me, that I may fack
The hateful mansion.

[drawing bis word. 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 fury 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. Halt thou Nain Tybalt? wilt thou flay thyself? And flay thy lady too that lives in thee, By doing damned hate upon thyself? Why rail'lt 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't lose. Fie, fie! thou sham'st thy shape, thy love, thy wit; Which, like an usurer, abound'st in all, And useft none in that true use indeed Which thould bedeck thy shape, thy love, thy wit.

Thy

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,
Mis-Inapen in the conduct of them both,
Like powder in a skill-less foldier's flalk,
Is set on fire by thine own ignorance,
And thou dismember'd with thine own defence.
What, rouse thee, man! thy Juliet is alive,
For whose dear fake thou wast but lately dead ;
There art thou happy : Tybalt would kill thee,
But thou flew'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 fet,
For then thou canst not pass to Mantua;
Where thou Ihalt 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.
Nurfe. O Lord, I could have staid here all the night,

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