This torture should be roar'd in dismal hell. 1 Nurse. I saw the wound, I saw it, with mine eyes, Jul. Oh, break, my heart!-poor bankrupt, break at once! To prison, eyes! ne'er look on liberty; Vile earth to earth resign; end motion here, 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: Jul. Banished! is Romeo banished? Nurse. Romeo, that kill'd him, he is banished. Jul. Oh! Heaven! Did Romeo's hand shed Ti balt's blood? Nurse. It did, it did; alas the day, it did! 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 In such a gorgeous palace! Nurse. There is no trust, No faith, no honesty in men; all perjur'd; Jul. Blister'd be thy tongue, For such a wish; he was not born to shame; For 'tis a throne, where honour may be crown'd 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? Which you mistaking, offer up to joy. My husband lives, that Tibalt would have slain, All this is comfort; wherefore weep I then? Like damned guilty deeds to sinners' minds; In that word Is father, mother, Tibalt, Romeo, Juliet, 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 shall flow, When theirs are dry, for Romeo's banishment. Nurse. I'll find Romeo, To comfort you. I wot well where he is; He is hid at Lawrence' cell. Jul. Oh find him, give this ring to my true lord, And bid him come to take his last farewell. [Exeunt. SCENE III. The Monastery. Enter FRIAR LAWRENCE and ROMEO. Fri. 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, Is Fri. Too familiar 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; say, death; Not body's death, but body's banishment. 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 Fri. Fond madman, hear me speak: It helps not, it prevails not; talk no more- 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 might'st thou tear thy 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 up; [Knocks. Run to my study-By and by-God's 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. 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 her? Since I've sustain'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, Rom. As if that name, Shot from the deadly level of a gun, Did murder her. Ŏh tell me, Friar, tell me, Doth my name lodge ? tell me, The hateful mansion. that I may sack Fri. Hold thy desperate hand : Art thou a man? thy form cries out thou art; Thou hast amaz'd me. By my holy order, |