Enters FRIAR [LAURENCE].
1 Romeo, come forth; come forth, thou fearful man:
2 Affliction is enamour'd of thy parts,
3 And thou art wedded to calamity.
4 Father, what news? what is the prince's doom?
5 What sorrow craves acquaintance at my hand,
6 That I yet know not?
6 Too familiar
7 Is my dear son with such sour company:
8 I bring thee tidings of the prince's doom.
9 What less than doomsday is the prince's doom?
10 A gentler judgment vanish'd from his lips,
11 Not body's death, but body's banishment.
12 Ha, banishment! be merciful, say "death";
13 For exile hath more terror in his look,
14 Much more than death: do not say "banishment."
15 Hence from Verona art thou banished:
16 Be patient, for the world is broad and wide.
17 There is no world without Verona walls,
18 But purgatory, torture, hell itself.
19 Hence "banished" is banish'd from the world,
20 And world's exile is death: then "banished"
21 Is death mis-term'd: calling death "banished,"
22 Thou cutt'st my head off with a golden axe,
23 And smilest upon the stroke that murders me.
24 O deadly sin! O rude unthankfulness!
25 Thy fault our law calls death; but the kind prince,
26 Taking thy part, hath rush'd aside the law,
27 And turn'd that black word "death" to "banishment."
28 This is dear mercy, and thou seest it not.
29 'Tis torture, and not mercy: heaven is here,
30 Where Juliet lives; and every cat and dog
31 And little mouse, every unworthy thing,
32 Live here in heaven and may look on her;
33 But Romeo may not. More validity,
34 More honourable state, more courtship lives
35 In carrion-flies than Romeo: they may seize
36 On the white wonder of dear Juliet's hand
37 And steal immortal blessing from her lips,
38 Who even in pure and vestal modesty,
39 Still blush, as thinking their own kisses sin;
40 But Romeo may not; he is banished:
41 Flies may do this, but I from this must fly:
42 They are free men, but I am banished.
43 And say'st thou yet that exile is not death?
44 Hadst thou no poison mix'd, no sharp-ground knife,
45 No sudden mean of death, though ne'er so mean,
46 But "banished" to kill me? "Banished"?
47 O friar, the damned use that word in hell;
48 Howlings attend it: how hast thou the heart,
49 Being a divine, a ghostly confessor,
50 A sin-absolver, and my friend profess'd,
51 To mangle me with that word "banished"?
52 Thou fond mad man, hear me but speak a word.
53 O, thou wilt speak again of banishment.
54 I'll give thee armour to keep off that word:
55 Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy,
56 To comfort thee, though thou art banished.
57 Yet "banished"? Hang up philosophy!
58 Unless philosophy can make a Juliet,
59 Displant a town, reverse a prince's doom,
60 It helps not, it prevails not. Talk no more.
61 O, then I see that madmen have no ears.
62 How should they, when that wise men have no eyes?
63 Let me dispute with thee of thy estate.
64 Thou canst not speak of that thou dost not feel:
65 Wert thou as young as I, Juliet thy love,
66 An hour but married, Tybalt murdered,
67 Doting like me and like me banished,
68 Then mightst thou speak, then mightst thou tear thy hair,
69 And fall upon the ground, as I do now,
70 Taking the measure of an unmade grave.
Enter Nurse [within] and knock.
71 Arise; one knocks; good Romeo, hide thyself.
72 Not I; unless the breath of heartsick groans,
73 Mist-like, infold me from the search of eyes.
74 Hark, how they knock!Who's there?Romeo, arise;
75 Thou wilt be taken.Stay awhile!Stand up;
76 Run to my study.By and by!God's will,
77 What simpleness is this!I come, I come!
78 Who knocks so hard? whence come you? what's your will?
79 Let me come in, and you shall know my errand;
80 I come from Lady Juliet.
80 Welcome, then.
81 O holy friar, O, tell me, holy friar,
82 Where is my lady's lord, where's Romeo?
83 There on the ground, with his own tears made drunk.
84 O, he is even in my mistress' case,
85 Just in her case! O woful sympathy!
86 Piteous predicament! Even so lies she,
87 Blubbering and weeping, weeping and blubbering.
88 Stand up, stand up; stand, an you be a man:
89 For Juliet's sake, for her sake, rise and stand;
90 Why should you fall into so deep an O?
92 Ah sir! ah sir! Death's the end of all.
93 Spakest thou of Juliet? how is it with her?
94 Doth she not think me an old murderer,
95 Now I have stain'd the childhood of our joy
96 With blood removed but little from her own?
97 Where is she? and how doth she? and what says
98 My conceal'd lady to our cancell'd love?
99 O, she says nothing, sir, but weeps and weeps;
100 And now falls on her bed; and then starts up,
101 And Tybalt calls; and then on Romeo cries,
102 And then down falls again.
102 As if that name,
103 Shot from the deadly level of a gun,
104 Did murder her; as that name's cursed hand
105 Murder'd her kinsman. O, tell me, friar, tell me,
106 In what vile part of this anatomy
107 Doth my name lodge? tell me, that I may sack
108 The hateful mansion.
108 Hold thy desperate hand:
109 Art thou a man? thy form cries out thou art:
110 Thy tears are womanish; thy wild acts denote
111 The unreasonable fury of a beast:
112 Unseemly woman in a seeming man!
113 Or ill-beseeming beast in seeming both,
114 Thou hast amazed me! By my holy order,
115 I thought thy disposition better temper'd.
116 Hast thou slain Tybalt? wilt thou slay thyself?
117 And slay thy lady that in thy life lives,
118 By doing damned hate upon thyself?
119 Why rail'st thou on thy birth, the heaven and earth?
120 Since birth, and heaven, and earth, all three do meet
121 In thee at once; which thou at once wouldst lose.
122 Fie, fie, thou shamest thy shape, thy love, thy wit;
123 Which, like a usurer, abound'st in all,
124 And usest none in that true use indeed
125 Which should bedeck thy shape, thy love, thy wit.
126 Thy noble shape is but a form of wax,
127 Digressing from the valour of a man;
128 Thy dear love sworn but hollow perjury,
129 Killing that love which thou hast vow'd to cherish;
130 Thy wit, that ornament to shape and love,
131 Misshapen in the conduct of them both,
132 Like powder in a skilless soldier's flask,
133 Is set afire by thine own ignorance,
134 And thou dismember'd with thine own defence.
135 What, rouse thee, man! thy Juliet is alive,
136 For whose dear sake thou wast but lately dead;
137 There art thou happy: Tybalt would kill thee,
138 But thou slew'st Tybalt; there are thou happy too:
139 The law that threaten'd death becomes thy friend
140 And turns it to exile; there art thou happy:
141 A pack of blessings lights up upon thy back;
142 Happiness courts thee in her best array;
143 But, like a mishaved and sullen wench,
144 Thou pout'st upon thy fortune and thy love.
145 Take heed, take heed, for such die miserable.
146 Go, get thee to thy love, as was decreed,
147 Ascend her chamber, hence and comfort her.
148 But look thou stay not till the watch be set,
149 For then thou canst not pass to Mantua;
150 Where thou shalt live, till we can find a time
151 To blaze your marriage, reconcile your friends,
152 Beg pardon of the prince, and call thee back
153 With twenty hundred thousand times more joy
154 Than thou went'st forth in lamentation.
155 Go before, nurse: commend me to thy lady;
156 And bid her hasten all the house to bed,
157 Which heavy sorrow makes them apt unto:
158 Romeo is coming.
159 O Lord, I could have stay'd here all the night
160 To hear good counsel: O, what learning is!
161 My lord, I'll tell my lady you will come.
162 Do so, and bid my sweet prepare to chide.
163 Here, sir, a ring she bid me give you, sir:
164 Hie you, make haste, for it grows very late.
165 How well my comfort is revived by this!
166 Go hence; good night; and here stands all your state:
167 Either be gone before the watch be set,
168 Or by the break of day disguised from hence.
169 Sojourn in Mantua; I'll find out your man,
170 And he shall signify from time to time
171 Every good hap to you that chances here:
172 Give me thy hand; 'tis late: farewell; good night.
173 But that a joy past joy calls out on me,
174 It were a grief, so brief to part with thee.