ROMEO AND JULIET. Fri. Here" from Verona art thou banished: Be patient, for the world is broad and wide. Rom. There is no world without Verona walls, But purgatory, torture, hell itself. Hence-banished is banish'd from the world, And world's exile is death :-then banished 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. "T is torture, and not mercy heaven is Where Juliet lives; and every cat, and dog, Hadst thou no poison mix'd, no sharp-ground knife, No sudden mean of death, though ne'er so mean, Fri. Thou fond mad man, hear me a little speak." 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, a (A), Hence. b We have restored this passage to the reading of the folio. The lines were transposed by Steevens, without regard to any copy. In the first quarto the passage is altogether different. In that of 1609 it runs thus: "This may flies do, when I from this must fly ;- But Romeo may not, he is banished. Flies may do this, but I from this must fly, e Thus (D). [SCENE III. Displant a town, reverse a prince's doom; Fri. Let me dispute with thee of thy estate. Wert thou as young as I, Juliet thy love, And fall upon the ground, as I do now, groans, Mist-like, infold me from the search of eyes. [Knocking. Fri. Hark, how they knock !-Who's there? Thou wilt be taken :-Stay a while ;-stand up; Run to my study:-By and by :-God's will! Who knocks so hard? whence come you? what's Nurse. [Within.] Let me come in, and you I come from lady Juliet. Welcome then. Rom. Spak'st thou of Juliet? how is it with her? Doth not she think me an old murderer, My conceal'd lady to our cancell'd love? 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. [Draws 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, wit. Thy noble shape is but a form of wax, Killing that love which thou hast vow'd to cherish : Thy wit, that ornament to shape and love, a (4) reads "And slay thy lady, too, that lives in thee." There art thou happy: Tybalt would kill thee, But thou slew'st Tybalt; there art thou happy :* The law, that threaten'd death, became thy friend, с And turn'd it to exile; there art thou happy : Nurse. O Lord, I could have staid here all the night, To hear good counsel: O, what learning is !— My lord, I'll tell my lady you will come. 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. [Exit Nurse. Rom. How well my comfort is reviv'd by this! Fri. Go hence: Good night; and here stands all your state; Either be gone before the watch be set, Rom. But that a joy past joy calls out on me, It were a grief so brief to part with thee: Farewell. [Exeunt. SCENE IV.—A Room in Capulet's House. Enter CAPULET, Lady CAPULET, and PARIS. Cap. Things have fallen out, sir, so unluckily, a (A), which modern editors have followed, gives "happy too." b Thus (A). The folio, mis-shaped. e Puttest up. So the folio. (D) reads pouts thy fortune, Is to put up used as to put aside! That we have had no time to move our daughter: 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 Rom. It was the lark, the herald of the morn," No nightingale look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east : Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain's tops; I must be gone and live, or stay and die. Jul. Yon light is not day-light, I know it, I: It is some meteor that the sun exhales, To be to thee this night a torch-bearer, And light thee on thy way to Mantua : Therefore stay yet, thou need's not to be gone. Rom. Let me be ta'en, let me be put to death; I am content, so thou wilt have it so. I'll say, yon grey is not the morning's eye, "Tis but the pale reflex of Cynthia's brow; Nor that is not the lark, whose notes do beat The vaulty heaven so high above our heads: I have more care to stay than will to go ;Come, death, and welcome!-Juliet wills it so.— How is 't, my soul? let's talk, it is not day. Jul. It is, it is, hie hence, be gone, away; It is the lark that sings so out of tune, Straining harsh discords, and unpleasing sharps. Some say, the lark makes sweet division;" This doth not so, for she divideth us : Some say, the lark and loathed toad change you: Dry sorrow drinks our blood. Adieu! adieu ! [Exit ROMEO. Jul. O fortune, fortune! all men call thee fickle: If thou art fickle, what dost thou with him That is renown'd for faith? Be fickle, fortune; For then, I hope, thou wilt not keep him long, But send him back. La. Cap. [Within.] Ho, daughter! are you up? Jul. Who is 't that calls? is it my lady mother? Is she not down so late, or up so early? Enter Lady CAPULET. La. Cap. Why, how now, Juliet ?, Madam, I am not well. La. Cap. Evermore weeping for your cousin's death? What, wilt thou wash him from his grave with tears? An if thou couldst, thou couldst not make him live: Therefore, have done some grief shows much of love; But much of grief shows still some want of wit. Jul. Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss. La. Cap. So shall you feel the loss, but not the friend Where that same banish'd runagate doth live,— Jul. Indeed, I never shall be satisfied. La. Cap. Find thou the means, and I'll find such a man. But now I'll tell thee joyful tidings, girl. Jul. And joy comes well in such a needy time: b a (4) (the other lines being different) has, "That shall bestow on him so sure a draught." b (A), needful. La. Cap. Here comes your father; tell him so yourself, And see how he will take it at your hands. Enter CAPULET and NURSE. Cap. When the sun sets, the earth doth But for the sunset of my brother's son, How now? a conduit, girl? what, still in tears? Without a sudden calm, will overset Thy tempest-tossed body.-How now, wife? La. Cap. Ay, sir; but she will none, she gives you thanks. I would the fool were married to her grave! How! will she none? doth she not give us Is she not proud? doth she not count her bless'd, Jul. Not proud, you have; but thankful, that Proud can I never be of what I hate; I tell thee what,-get thee to church o' Thursday, My fingers itch.-Wife, we scarce thought us That God had lent" us but this only child; Nurse. tongue, La. Cap. You are too hot. Of fair demesnes, youthful, and nobly train❜d, Proud, and, I thank you,—and, I thank you Thank me no thankings, nor proud me Jul. Is there no pity sitting in the clouds, a (A), sent. b Thus (C) and folio. (4), which has been partially fol lowed, has "God's blessed mother! Wife, it mads me. © (4) gives train'd. (C) and folio, allied. |