No faith, no honesty in men; all perjur'd; ·
Shame come to Romeo!

Jul. Blister'd be thy tongue,

For such a wish; he was not born to shame,-
Upon his brow shame is asham'd to sit;

For 'tis a throne where honour may be crown'd,
Sole monarch of the universal earth.

Oh what a wretch was I to chide him so?

Nurse. Will you speak well of him, that kill'd your cousin?

Jul. Shall I speak ill of him that is my husband? Ah, poor my lord, what tongue shall smooth thy name, When I thy three hours wife have mangled it? Back foolish tears, back to your native spring: Your tributary drops belong to woe,

Which you, mistaking, offer up to joy.

My husband lives that Tibalt would have slain,

And Tibalt's dead that would have kili'd my husband;
All this is confort; wherefore weep I then?

Some word there was worser than Tibalt's death
That murder'd me; I would forget it fain,

But oh it presses to my memory,

Like damned guilty deeds to sinners minds;
Tibalt is dead, and Romeo banished,

That banished, that one word banished,

Hath slain ten thousand Tibalt's: in that word

Is father, mother, Tibalt, Romeo, Juliet,

All slain, all dead !--Romeo is banished !

Where is my father, and my mother, nurse?

Nurse. Weeping and wailing over Tibalt's corpse: Will you go to them? I will bring you thither.

[flow Jul. Wash they his wounds with tears! my eyes shall

When theirs are dry, for Romeo's banishment.
Nurse. Hie.to your chamber, I'll find Romeo

To comfort you. I wot well where he is.
Hark ye, your Romeo will be here at night;
I'll to him, he is hid at Laurence's cell.

Jul. Oh find him, give this ring to my true lord,
And bid him come to take his last farewel.

[Exeunt.

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SCENE V.

The MONASTERY.

Enter Friar LAWRENCE and ROMEO.

ROMEO, come forth; come forth, thou fearful

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 sorrow craves acquaintance at my hand,

That I yet know not?

Fri. Too Familiar

Is my dear son with such sour company,

I bring thee tidings of the prince's doom.

Rom. What less than death can be the prince's doom i Fri. A gentler judgment vanish'd froin 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;
Tis death mis-term'd calling death banishment;
Thou cut'st my head off with a golden ax,
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 push'd aside the law,
And turn'd that black word death to banishment,
This is dear mercy, and thou seest it not.

Rom. 'Tis torture, and not mercy: heav'n is here
Where Juliet' lives. There's more felicity
In carrion-flies, than Romeo: they may seize
On the white wonder of dear Juliet's hand,
And steal immortal blessings from her lips;
But Romeo may not, he is banished!
Oh father, hast thou no strong poison mixt,

Nor sharp-ground knife, no present means of death,
But banishment to torture me withal.

Fri. Fond mad-man, hear me speak,

I'll give thee armour to bear of that word,
Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy,
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To comfort thee tho' thou art banished.
Rom. Yet banished? hang up philosophy:
Unless philosophy can make a Juliet,

It helps not, it prevails not; talk no more-
Fri. Let me dispute with thee of thy estate.

Rom. Thou canst not speak of what thou dost not feel: Wert thou as young as I, Juliet thy love,

An hour but married, Tibalt murdered :
Doting like me, and like me banished;

Then might'st thou speak, then mightst thou tear thy hair,
And fall upon the ground as I do now,

Taking the measure of an unmade grave.

[Throwing himself upon the ground. Fri. Arise, one knocks; good Romeo, hide thyself.

[Knock within. Rom. Not I; unless the breath of heart-sick groans, Mist-like, infold me from the search of eyes.

Fri. Hark, how they knock-Romeo arise,

Who's there?

Thou wilt be taken-stay a while,-stand up; [Knocks.
Run to my study-By and by-God's will;
What wilfulness is this!-I come, I come.

[Knocks.

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.

Fri. Welcome then.

Enter NURSE.

Nurse. Oh holy Friar, oh 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 mistres's case,

Just in her case: Oh Juliet, Juliet!

Rom. Speak'st thou of Juliet! how is it with her?

Since I have stain'd the childhood of our joy

With blood.

Where is she? how does she? what says she?

Nurse. Oh, she says nothing, Sir, but weeps and weeps, And now falls on her bed, and then starts up,

And Tibalt cries, and then on Romeo calls,

And

And then falls down again.

Rom. As if that name

Shot from the deadly level of a

gun

Did murder her. Oh 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. Hold thy desperate hand:

Art thou a man? thy form cries out thou art;
Thy tears are womanish, thy wild acts note
Th' unreasonable fury of a beast.

Thou hast amazed me. By my holy order,
I thought thy disposition better-temper'd.

Hast thou not slain Tibalt? wilt thou slay thyself?
And slay thy lady too, that lives in thee?
What, rouze thee, man, thy Juliet is alive;
Go, get thee to thy love, as was decreed;
Ascend her chamber; hence, and comfort her:
But look thou stay not till the watch be set,
For then thou can'st not pass to Mantua,
Where thou shalt live, 'till we can find a time
To blaze your marriage, reconcile your friends,
Beg pardon of thy prince, and call thee back,
With twenty hundred thousand times more joy,
Than thou went'st forth in lamentation,
Go, before, nurse; commend me to thy lady,
And bid her hasten all her house to rest,
Romeo is coming.

Nurse. O Lord, I could have staid here all night long
To hear good counsel; oh 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.
Rom, How well my comfort is reviv'd by this!
Fri. Sojourn in Mantua; I'll find out your man,
And he will signify from time to time
Every good hap to you that chances here:
Give me thy hand, 'tis late, farewel, good night.

Rom. But that a joy, påst joy, calls out on me,
It were a grief so soon to part with thee.

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[Exeunt.

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SCENE VI.

CAPULET's House.

Enter CAPULET, Lady CAPULET, and PARIS.

HINGS have fall'n out, Sir, so unluckily

Cap. Ti

ter:

That we have had no time to move our daugh

Look you, she lov'd her kinsman Tibalt dearly,
And so did I-Well, we were born to die-
'Tis very late, she'll not come down to-night.
Par. These times of grief afford no time to woo;
Madam, good night, commend me to your daughter.
Cap. Sir Paris, I will make a desperate tender
Of my child's love: I think she will be rul'd
In all respects by me; nay more, I doubt it not.
But, soft; what day? Well, Wednesday is too soon,
On Thursday (let it be :) you shall be marry'd.
We'll keep no great ado a friend or two-
For, hark you, Tibalt being slain so late,
It may be thought we held him carelessly,
Being our kinsman, if we revel much :

Therefore we'll have some half a dozen friends,
And there's an end. But what say you to Thursday?
Par. My lord, I would that Thursday were to-morrow.
Cap. Well, get you gone-on Thursday be it then;
you to Juliet ere you go to bed: [To Lady Capulet.
Prepare her, wife, against the wedding-day.

Go

Farewel, my lord-light to my chamber, hoa!
Good-night.

[Exeunt.

SCENE. VII.

The Garden.

Enter ROMEO and JULIET above at the window; a ladder

Jul.

of Ropes set.

WILT thou be gone? it is not yet near day;

was the nightingale, and not the lark, That pierc'd the fearful hollow of thine ear;

Nightly