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Romeo is banished, -to speak that word,
Nurse. Weeping and wailing over Tybalt's corse:
Nurse. Hie to your chamber: I'll find Romeo
Jul. O find him! give this ring to my true knight,
Friar Laurence's Cell.
Enter Friar LAURENCE and Romeo.
And thou art wedded to calamity.
doom? Fri. A gentler judgment vanish'd from 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.
Fri. Hence from Verona art thou banished :
Rom. There is no world without Verona walls,
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. 'Tis torture, and not mercy: heaven is here, Where Juliet lives; and every cat, and dog, And little mouse, every unworthy thing,
Live here in heaven, and may look on her,
Fri. I'll give thee armour to keep off that word;
Rom. Yet banished ?-Hang up philosophy!
2 Worth, value.
Fri. O, then I see that madmen have no ears. Rom. How should they, when that wise men have
no eyes? 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, Tybalt murdered, Doting like me, and like me banished, Then might'st thou speak, then might'st thou tear thy
hair, And fall upon the ground, as I do now, Taking the measure of an unmade grave. Fri. Arise ; one knocks; good Romeo, hide thyself.
[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's there?
[Knocking. Run to my study:-By and by :
-God's will ! What wilfulness 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
shall know my errand ; I come from lady Juliet. Fri.
Enter Nurse. Nurse. 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 drunk. Nurse. O, he is even in my
O woeful sympathy!
Even so lies she,
stand, an you be a man : For Juliet's sake, for her sake, rise and stand; Why should you fall into so deep an O?
Rom. Nurse !
Rom. Spak'st thou of Juliet? how is it with her?
As if that name,