And needly will be rank'd with other griefs, In that word's death; no words can that woe sound............. 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 beguil'd, Both you and I; for Romeo is exil'd: He made you for a highway to my bed; Come, cords; come, nurse; I'll to my wedding bed; 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. [Exeunt. Fri. Romeo, come forth; come forth, thou fearful man; 9 Which modern lamentation, &c.] i. e. trite, common. Affliction 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. Is my Too familiar 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, but 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 walls, Hence-banished is banish'd from the world, And turn'd that black word death to banishment: Rom. 'Tis torture, and not mercy: heaven is here, 1 This is dear mercy,] The old copies read mere mercy, which, in ancient language, signifies absolute mercy. In carrion flies, than Romeo 2: they may seize O friar, the damned use that word in hell; 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. 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. 2 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.3 More validity, More honourable state, more courtship lives In carrion flies, than Romeo:] Validity seems here to mean worth or dignity. By courtship, the author seems to mean, the state of a lover; that dalliance, in which he who courts or wooes a lady is sometimes indulged. ? Let me dispute with thee of thy estate.] i. e. talk over thy affairs. Rom. Thou canst not speak of what thou dost not feel: Wert thou as young as I, Juliet thy love, 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; Run to my study:-By and by: - God's 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 Just in her case! Fri. mistress' case, O woeful sympathy! Even so lies she, Piteous predicament! Nurse. 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; Rom. Nurse! Nurse. Ah sir! ah sir! Well, death's the end of all. 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 remov'd but little from her own? says 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, In what vile part of this anatomy Doth my name lodge? tell me, that I may sack The hateful mansion. Fri. [Drawing his Sword. Hold thy desperate hand: Art thou a man? thy form cries out, thou art; Unseemly woman, in a seeming man ! I thought thy disposition better temper'd. By doing damned hate upon thyself? Why rail'st thou on thy birth, the heaven, and earth? And usest none in that true use indeed |