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This torture should be roar'd in dismal hell.
Nurse. I saw the wound, I saw it, with mine eyes,
at once !
Nurse, Oh, Tibalt, Tibalt, the best friend I had ; That ever I should live to see thee dead !
Jul. What storm is this, that blows so contrary? Is Romeo slaughter'd ? and is Tibalt dead?
Nurse. Tibalt is dead, and Romeo banished:
balt's blood ?
Jul. Oh, nature ! What hadst thou to do in hell, When thou didst bower the spirit of a fiend In mortal paradise of such sweet flesh? Oh that de
ceit should dwell
Nurse. There is no trust,
Jul. Blister'd be thy tongue,
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
hus. band ; All this is comfort; 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 Tibalts. In that word Is father, mother, Tibalt, Romeo, Juliet, All slain, all dead! Where is my father, and my mother, Nurse?
Nurse. Weeping and wailing over Tibalt's corse ::. Will you go to them? I will bring you thither. Jul. Wash they his wounds with tears ! my eyes
Nurse. I'll find Romeo,
Jul. Oh find him, give this ring to my true lord,
Enter FRIAR LAWRENCE and ROMEO.
Fri. Romeo, come forth ; come forth, thou fearful
Affliction is enamour'd of thy parts ;
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? 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; "Tis death mis-term’d: calling death banishment, Thou cutt'st my head off, with a golden axe, And smil'st upon the stroke, that murders me.
Fri. O deadly sin! ( 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-fies, than Romeo : they may seize
Fri. Fond madman, hear me speak:
Rom. Yet banished ? hang up philosophy:
Fri. Let me dispute with thee of thy estate.
hair And fall upon the ground, as I do now, Taking the measure of an unmade grave.
[Throwing himself on the Ground. Fri. Arise, one knocks; good Romeo, hide thyself.
[Knocks within. Thou wilt be taken-stay a while-stand 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 Nurse. [Within.] Let me come in, and you shall know
errand : I come from Lady Juliet.
Fri. Welcome then.
your will }
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. Oh, he is even in my mistress' case ; Just in her case : Oh, Juliet, Juliet !
Rom. Speak’st thou of Juliet ! how is it with hers
Rom. As if that name,
sack The hateful mansion.
Fri. Hold thy desperate hand :