Or, if four woe delights in fellowship, And needly will be rank'd with other griefs,- Which modern lamentation might have mov'd? Is father, mother, Tybalt, Romeo, Juliet, Romeo is banifhed There is no end, no limit, measure, bound, In that word's death: no words can that woe found.Where is my father, and my mother, nurse? Nurfe. Weeping and wailing over Tybalt's corfe: When theirs are dry, for Romeo's banishment. He made you for a highway to my bed; C Come, cords; come, nurfe; I'll to my wedding bed; Jul. O find him! give this ring to my true knight, And bid him come to take his laft farewel. [Exeunt. SCENE III. Friar LAWRENCE's cell. Enter Friar LAWRENCE, and ROMEO. Fri. Romeo, come forth; come forth, thou fearful Affliction man; Affliction is enamour'd of thy parts, And thou art wedded to calamity. Rom. Father, what news? what is the prince's doom? What forrow craves acquaintance at my hand, That I yet know not? Fri. Too familiar Is dear fon with fuch four company: my I bring thee tidings of the prince's doom. Rom. What lefs than doomsday 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, fay-death; For exile hath more terror in his look, Much more than death: do not say-banishment. Rom. There is no world without Verona walls, But purgatory, torture, hell itself. Hence-banifhed is banish'd from the world, And turn'd that black word death to banishment: Rom. 'Tis torture, and not mercy: heaven is here, In carrion flies, than Romeo: they may feize Hadft thou no poifon mix'd, no fharp ground knife, A fin-abfolver, and my friend profeft, To mangle me with that word-banishment? To comfort thee, though thou art banished. Rom. Yet banished-Hang up philofophy! Unless philofophy can make a Juliet, Difplant a town, reverse a prince's doom; It helps not, it prevails not, talk no more. Fri. O, then I fee that madmen have no ears. Rom. How fhould they, when that wife men have no eyes? Fri. Let me difpute with thee of thy estate. [feel; Rom. Thou canst not speak of what thou dost not Wert thou as young as I, Juliet thy love, An hour but marry'd, Tybalt murdered, Doating like me, and like me banifhed, Then Then might'ft thou fpeak, then might'st thou tear thy hair, And fall upon the ground, as I do now, Fri. Arife; one knocks; good Romeo, hide thyself. [Knock within. Rom. Not I; unless the breath of heart-fick groans, Mift-like, infold me from the fearch of eyes. [Knock. Fri. Hark, how they knock!Who's there? Thou wilt be taken :- -Stay a while : Run to my study:- -By and by : -ftand up; [Knock. God's will! What wilfulness is this?- -I come, I come. [Knock Who knocks fo hard? whence come you? what's your will? Nurfe. [within.] Let me come in, and you fhall know my errand; I come from lady Juket. Fri. Welcome then. Enter Nurfe Nurfe. 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 Nurfe. O, he is even in my mistress' cafe, [drunk. Juft in het cafe!—— Fri. O woeful fympathy! Piteous predicament! Nurfe. Even fo lies fhe, Blubbering and weeping, weeping and blubbering :Stand up, ftand up; ftand, an you be a man: F 2 For For Juliet's fake, for her fake, rise and stand; Rom. Nurfe! Nurfe. Ah fir! ah fir !-death is the end of all. Rom. Spak'ft thou of Juliet? how is it with her? Doth fhe not think me an old murderer, Now I have ftain'd the childhood of our joy Nurfe. O, the fays nothing, fir, but weeps and weeps; Rom. As if that name, Shot from the deadly level of a gun, Did murder her; as that name's curs'd hand Murder'd her kinfman.-O tell me, friar, tell me, In what vile part of this anatomy Doth my name lodge? tell me, that I may fack The hateful manfion. [Drawing his fword. Fri. Hold thy desperate hand: Art thou a man? thy form cries out thou art; Unfeemly woman, in a feeming maǹ ! Why rail'ft thou on thy birth, the heaven, and earth? In |