Who knocks so hard? whence come you? what's your will? Nurse. [within.] Let me come in, and you shall Nurse. O holy friar, O, tell me, holy friar, Where is my lady's lord, where's Romeo? F. Lau. There on the ground, with his own tears made drunk. Nurse. O, he is even in my mistress' case, Blubbering and weeping, weeping and blubbering.- Ro. Nurse! Nurse. Ah, sir! ah, sir!-Well, death's the end of all. Ro. Spakest thou of Juliet? how is it with her? Doth she not think me an old murderer, Now I have stain'd the childhood of our joy With blood removed but little from her own? Where is she? and how doth she? and what says 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 then down falls again. Ro. As if that name, Shot from the deadly level of a gun, Did murder her; as that name's cursed hand Doth my name lodge? tell me, that I may sack F. Lau. [drawing his sword. 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! Or ill-beseeming beast, in seeming both! Thou hast amazed me: by my holy order, I thought thy disposition better temper'd. Hast thou slain Tybalt? wilt thou slay thyself, 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 shamest thy shape, thy love, thy wit; Which, like a usurer, abound'st in all, And usest none in that true use indeed Which should bedeck thy shape, thy love, thy wit. 1 Torn to pieces with thine own weapons. With twenty hundred thousand times more joy Go before, nurse: commend me to thy lady; Nurse. O Lord, I could have stay'd here all the night, To hear good counsel: O, what learning is !— Ro. Do so, and bid my sweet prepare to chide. Hie sir : [Exit Nurse. Ro. How well my comfort is revived by this! F. Lau. Go hence: good night; and here stands all your state: 1— Either be gone before the watch be set, Or by the break of day disguised from hence: Give me thy hand; 'tis late: farewell; good night. [Exeunt. 1 The whole of your fortune depends on this. SCENE IV. A room in Capulet's house. Enter CAPULET, 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 loved her kinsman Tybalt dearly, And so did I :-Well, we were born to die.'Tis 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. Pa. These times of woe afford no time to woo. Madam, good night; commend me to your daughter. L. Cap. I will, and know her mind early to morrow; To-night she's mew'd up to her heaviness. Cap. Sir Paris, I will make a desperate 1 tender Acquaint her here of my son Paris' love; Pa. Monday, my lord. Cap. Monday? ha! ha! Well, Wednesday is too soon; O' Thursday let it be ;-o' Thursday, tell her, 1 Bold. |