my

That villain cousin would have kill'd husband:
Back, foolish tears, back to your native spring;
Your tributary drops belong to woe,
Which you, mistaking, offer up to joy.

. My husband lives, that Tybalt would have slain; · And Tybalt's dead, that would have slain my hus

band : All this is comfort; Wherefore weep I then ? Some word there was, worser than Tybalt's death, That murder'd me: I would forget it fain; But, O! it presses to my memory, Like damned guilty deeds to sinners' minds: Tybalt is dead, and Romeo—banished; That-banished, that one word—banished, Hath slain ten thousand Tybalts. Tybalt's death Was woe enough, if it had ended there: Or,-if sour woe delights in fellowship, And needly will be rank'd with other griefs,-Why follow'd not, when she said—Tybalt's dead, Thy father, or thy mother, nay, or both, Which modern lamentation might have mov'd ? But, with a rearward following Tybalt's death, Romeo is banished, -to speak that word, Is father, mother, Tybalt, Romeo, Juliet, All slain, all dead :-Romeo is banished, There is no end, no limit, measure, bound, In that word's death; no words can that woe

sound. Where is my father, and my mother, nurse?

Nurse. Weeping and wailing over Tybalt's corse: Will you go to them? I will bring you thither.

Jul. Wash they his wounds with tears? mine

shall be spent, When theirs are dry, for Romeo's banishment. Take

up

those cords:-Poor ropes, you are beguild, Both you

and I; for Romeo is exil'd: He made you for a highway to my bed; But I, a maid, die maiden-widowed. Come, cords; come, nurse; I'll to my wedding

bed;

And death, not Romeo, take my

maidenhead! Nurse. Hie to your chamber: I'll find Romeo To comfort you :-) wot well where he is. Hark ye, your Romeo will be here at night; 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 farewel.

[Exeunt.

SCENE III.

FRIAR LAURENCE'S CELL.

Enter Friar Laurence and Romeo.
Fri. Romeo, come forth; come forth, thou fear-

ful man;

Afiction is enamour'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,
That I yet know not?
Fri.

Too familiar
Is
my

dear son with such sour company: I bring thee tidings of the prince's doom. Rom. What less than dooms-day is the prince's

doom? Fri. A gentler judgment vanish'd from his lips, Not body's death, bụt body's banishment.

Rom. Ha! banishment? be merciful, say-death: For exile hath more terror in his look, Much more than death: do not say—banishment.

Fri. Hence from Verona art thou banished: Be patient, for the world is broad and wide.

Rom. There is no world without Verona valls, But

purgatory, torture, hell itself. Hence-banished is banish'd from the world, And world's exile is death :-then banishment Is death mis-term’d: calling death, banishment, Thou cut'st my head off with a golden axe, And smil'st upon the stroke that murders me.

Fri. O deadly sin! O rude unthankfulness!
Thy fault our law calls death; but the kind prince,
Taking thy part, hath rush'd aside the law,
And turn'd that black word death to banishment:
This is dear mercy, and thou seest it not.
Rom. 'Tis torture, and not mercy: heaven is

here,
Where Juliet lives; and every cat, and dog,
And little mouse, every unworthy thing,
Live here in heaven, and may look on her,
But Romeo may not.—More validity,

Flies may

More honourable state, more courtship lives
In carrion flies, than Romeo: they may seize
On the white wonder of dear Juliet's hand,
And steal immortal blessing from her lips;
Who, even in pure and vestal modesty,
Still blush, as thinking their own kisses sin;
But Romeo may not; he is banished :

do this, when I from this must fly;
They are free men, but I am banished.
And say'st thou yet, that exile is not death?
Hadst thou no poison mix'd, no sharp-ground

knife, No sudden mean of death, though ne'er so mean, But—banished—to kill me; banished ? O friar, the damned use that word in hell; Howlings attend it: How hast thou the heart, Being a divine, a ghostly confessor, A sin-absolver, and my friend professid, To mangle me with that word-banishment? Fri. Thou fond mad man, hear me but speak a

word. Rom. O, thou wilt speak again of banishment.

Fri. I'll give thee armour to keep off that 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,
Displant a town, reverse a prince's doom;
It helps not, it prevails not, talk no more.

Fri. O, then I see that madmen have no ears.
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,
An hour but married, Tybalt murdered,
Doting like me, and like me banished,
Then might'st thou speak, then might’st thou tear

thy hair, And fall upon the ground, as I do now, 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 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.