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Still blush, as thinking their own kisses sin;
Fri. Thou fond mad man, hear me a little speak.
Fri. I 'll give thee armour to keep off that word ;
Rom. Yet banished ?-Hang up philosophy!
Fri. O, then I see that madmen have no ears.
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
And fall upon the ground, as I do now,
[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 is there ?—Ro
meo, arise; Thou wilt be taken :-Stay a while;- stand up;
[Knocking. Run to my study :-By and by :-God's will! What simpleness 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.
Enter Nurse. Nurse. O holy friar, 0, tell me, holy friar, Where is my lady's lord, where 's Romeo ? Fri. There on the ground, with his own tears made
Fri. O woeful sympathy!
Even so lies she,
As if that name,
sDraws his sword. 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! And ill-beseeming beast, in seeming both! Thou hast amaz'd 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 wouldst lose. Fie, fie! thou sham'st thy shape, thy love, thy wit; Which, like an usurer, abound'st in all, And usest none in that true use indeed Which would 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, Mis-shapen in the conduct of them both, Like powder in a skill-less soldier's flask, Is set on fire by thine own ignorance, And thou dismember'd with thine own defence.
What, rouse thee, man! thy Juliet is alive,
Than thou went'st forth in lamentation.
Nurse. O Lord, I could have staid here all the
To hear good counsel : 0, what learning is ! -
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. [Ex. Nurse.
Rom. How well my comfort is reviv'd by this!
And he shall signify from time to time
Rom. But that a joy past joy calls out on me,
[Exeunt. SCENE IV-A Room in Capulet's House. Enter CAPÚLET, LADY CAPULET, and PARIS. Cap. Things have fallen out, sir, so unluckily That we have had no time to move our daughter : Look you, she lov'd her kinsman Tybalt dearly, And so did 1 ;-Well; we were born to die. 'T is 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. La. Cap. I will, and know her mind early to
Cap. Sir Paris, I will make a desperate tender
Monday, my lord.
a Another term of falconry. The mew is the hawk's cage.