ROMEO AND JULIET 3.3

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ROMEO AND JULIET 3.3

Friar Laurence's cell.

[Enter FRIAR LAURENCE]

FRIAR LAURENCE Romeo, come forth; come forth, thou fearful man:

Affliction is enamour'd of thy parts,

And thou art wedded to calamity.

[Enter ROMEO]

ROMEO Father, what news? what is the prince's doom?

What sorrow craves acquaintance at my hand, 5

That I yet know not?

FRIAR LAURENCE Too familiar

Is my dear son with such sour company:

I bring thee tidings of the prince's doom.

ROMEO What less than dooms-day is the prince's doom? 10

FRIAR LAURENCE A gentler judgment vanish'd from his lips,

Not body's death, but body's banishment.

ROMEO Ha, banishment! be merciful, say 'death;'

For exile hath more terror in his look,

Much more than death: do not say 'banishment.' 15

FRIAR LAURENCE Hence from Verona art thou banished:

Be patient, for the world is broad and wide.

ROMEO There is no world without Verona walls,

But purgatory, torture, hell itself.

Hence-banished is banish'd from the world, 20

And world's exile is death: then banished,

Is death mis-term'd: calling death banishment,

Thou cutt'st my head off with a golden axe,

And smilest upon the stroke that murders me.

FRIAR LAURENCE O deadly sin! O rude unthankfulness! 25

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.

ROMEO 'Tis torture, and not mercy: heaven is here, 30

Where Juliet lives; and every cat and dog

And little mouse, every unworthy thing,

Live here in heaven and may look on her;

But Romeo may not: more validity,

More honourable state, more courtship lives 35

In carrion-flies than Romeo: they my seize

On the white wonder of dear Juliet's hand

And steal immortal blessing from her lips,

Who even in pure and vestal modesty,

Still blush, as thinking their own kisses sin; 40

But Romeo may not; he is banished:

Flies may do this, but I from this must fly:

They are free men, but I am banished.

And say'st thou yet that exile is not death?

Hadst thou no poison mix'd, no sharp-ground knife, 45

No sudden mean of death, though ne'er so mean,

But 'banished' to kill me?--'banished'?

O friar, the damned use that word in hell;

Howlings attend it: how hast thou the heart,

Being a divine, a ghostly confessor, 50

A sin-absolver, and my friend profess'd,

To mangle me with that word 'banished'?

FRIAR LAURENCE Thou fond mad man, hear me but speak a word.

ROMEO O, thou wilt speak again of banishment.

FRIAR LAURENCE I'll give thee armour to keep off that word: 55

Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy,

To comfort thee, though thou art banished.

ROMEO Yet 'banished'? Hang up philosophy!

Unless philosophy can make a Juliet,

Displant a town, reverse a prince's doom, 60

It helps not, it prevails not: talk no more.

FRIAR LAURENCE O, then I see that madmen have no ears.

ROMEO How should they, when that wise men have no eyes?

FRIAR LAURENCE Let me dispute with thee of thy estate.

ROMEO Thou canst not speak of that thou dost not feel: 65

Wert thou as young as I, Juliet thy love,

An hour but married, Tybalt murdered,

Doting like me and like me banished,

Then mightst thou speak, then mightst thou tear thy hair,

And fall upon the ground, as I do now, 70

Taking the measure of an unmade grave.

[Knocking within]

FRIAR LAURENCE Arise; one knocks; good Romeo, hide thyself.

ROMEO Not I; unless the breath of heartsick groans,

Mist-like, infold me from the search of eyes.

[Knocking]

FRIAR LAURENCE Hark, how they knock! Who's there? Romeo, arise; 75

Thou wilt be taken. Stay awhile! Stand up;

[Knocking]

Run to my study. By and by! God's will,

What simpleness 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 you shall know 80

my errand;

I come from Lady Juliet.

FRIAR LAURENCE Welcome, then.

[Enter Nurse]

Nurse O holy friar, O, tell me, holy friar,

Where is my lady's lord, where's Romeo? 85

FRIAR LAURENCE There on the ground, with his own tears made drunk.

Nurse O, he is even in my mistress' case,

Just in her case! O woful sympathy!

Piteous predicament! Even so lies she,

Blubbering and weeping, weeping and blubbering. 90

Stand up, stand up; stand, and you be a man:

For Juliet's sake, for her sake, rise and stand;

Why should you fall into so deep an O?

ROMEO Nurse!

Nurse Ah sir! ah sir! Well, death's the end of all. 95

ROMEO 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 100

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 Tybalt calls; and then on Romeo cries,

And then down falls again. 105

ROMEO As if that name,

Shot from the deadly level of a gun,

Did murder her; as that name's cursed hand

Murder'd her kinsman. O, tell me, friar, tell me,

In what vile part of this anatomy 110

Doth my name lodge? tell me, that I may sack

The hateful mansion.

[Drawing his sword]

FRIAR LAURENCE Hold thy desperate hand:

Art thou a man? thy form cries out thou art:

Thy tears are womanish; thy wild acts denote 115

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. 120

Hast thou slain Tybalt? wilt thou slay thyself?

And stay thy lady too that lives in thee,

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 125

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: 130

Thy noble shape is but a form of wax,

Digressing from the valour of a man;

Thy dear love sworn but hollow perjury,

Killing that love which thou hast vow'd to cherish;

Thy wit, that ornament to shape and love, 135

Misshapen in the conduct of them both,

Like powder in a skitless soldier's flask,

Is set afire by thine own ignorance,

And thou dismember'd with thine own defence.

What, rouse thee, man! thy Juliet is alive, 140

For whose dear sake thou wast but lately dead;

There art thou happy: Tybalt would kill thee,

But thou slew'st Tybalt; there are thou happy too:

The law that threaten'd death becomes thy friend

And turns it to exile; there art thou happy: 145

A pack of blessings lights up upon thy back;

Happiness courts thee in her best array;

But, like a misbehaved and sullen wench,

Thou pout'st upon thy fortune and thy love:

Take heed, take heed, for such die miserable. 150

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 canst not pass to Mantua;

Where thou shalt live, till we can find a time 155

To blaze your marriage, reconcile your friends,

Beg pardon of the 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; 160

And bid her hasten all the house to bed,

Which heavy sorrow makes them apt unto:

Romeo is coming.

Nurse O Lord, I could have stay'd here all the night

To hear good counsel: O, what learning is! 165

My lord, I'll tell my lady you will come.

ROMEO 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.

[Exit]

ROMEO How well my comfort is revived by this! 170

FRIAR LAURENCE Go hence; good night; and here stands all your state:

Either be gone before the watch be set,

Or by the break of day disguised from hence:

Sojourn in Mantua; I'll find out your man,

And he shall signify from time to time 175

Every good hap to you that chances here:

Give me thy hand; 'tis late: farewell; good night.

ROMEO But that a joy past joy calls out on me,

It were a grief, so brief to part with thee: Farewell.

[Exeunt]

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FRIAR LAURENCE		Romeo, come forth; come forth, thou fearful man:
		Affliction is enamour'd of thy parts,
		And thou art wedded to calamity.
		[Enter ROMEO]

ROMEO	Father, what news? what is the prince's doom?
	What sorrow craves acquaintance at my hand,	5
	That I yet know not?

FRIAR LAURENCE		Too familiar
		Is my dear son with such sour company:
		I bring thee tidings of the prince's doom.

FRIAR LAURENCE		A gentler judgment vanish'd from his lips,
		Not body's death, but body's banishment.

ROMEO	Ha, banishment! be merciful, say 'death;'
	For exile hath more terror in his look,
	Much more than death: do not say 'banishment.'	15

FRIAR LAURENCE		Hence from Verona art thou banished:
		Be patient, for the world is broad and wide.

ROMEO	There is no world without Verona walls,
	But purgatory, torture, hell itself.
	Hence-banished is banish'd from the world,	20
	And world's exile is death: then banished,
	Is death mis-term'd: calling death banishment,
	Thou cutt'st my head off with a golden axe,
	And smilest upon the stroke that murders me.

FRIAR LAURENCE	O deadly sin! O rude unthankfulness!	25
	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.

ROMEO	'Tis torture, and not mercy: heaven is here,	30
	Where Juliet lives; and every cat and dog
	And little mouse, every unworthy thing,
	Live here in heaven and may look on her;
	But Romeo may not: more validity,
	More honourable state, more courtship lives	35
	In carrion-flies than Romeo: they my seize
	On the white wonder of dear Juliet's hand
	And steal immortal blessing from her lips,
	Who even in pure and vestal modesty,
	Still blush, as thinking their own kisses sin;	40
	But Romeo may not; he is banished:
	Flies may do this, but I from this must fly:
	They are free men, but I am banished.
	And say'st thou yet that exile is not death?
	Hadst thou no poison mix'd, no sharp-ground knife,	45
	No sudden mean of death, though ne'er so mean,
	But 'banished' to kill me?--'banished'?
	O friar, the damned use that word in hell;
	Howlings attend it: how hast thou the heart,
	Being a divine, a ghostly confessor,	50
	A sin-absolver, and my friend profess'd,
	To mangle me with that word 'banished'?

FRIAR LAURENCE	I'll give thee armour to keep off that word:	55
	Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy,
	To comfort thee, though thou art banished.

ROMEO	Yet 'banished'? Hang up philosophy!
	Unless philosophy can make a Juliet,
	Displant a town, reverse a prince's doom,	60
	It helps not, it prevails not: talk no more.

ROMEO	Thou canst not speak of that thou dost not feel:	65
	Wert thou as young as I, Juliet thy love,
	An hour but married, Tybalt murdered,
	Doting like me and like me banished,
	Then mightst thou speak, then mightst thou tear thy hair,
	And fall upon the ground, as I do now,	70
	Taking the measure of an unmade grave.
	[Knocking within]

ROMEO		Not I; unless the breath of heartsick groans,
		Mist-like, infold me from the search of eyes.
		[Knocking]

FRIAR LAURENCE	Hark, how they knock! Who's there? Romeo, arise;	75
	Thou wilt be taken. Stay awhile! Stand up;
	[Knocking]
	Run to my study. By and by! God's will,
	What simpleness 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 you shall know	80
	my errand;
	I come from Lady Juliet.

Nurse		O holy friar, O, tell me, holy friar,
		Where is my lady's lord, where's Romeo?	85

Nurse	O, he is even in my mistress' case,
	Just in her case! O woful sympathy!
	Piteous predicament! Even so lies she,
	Blubbering and weeping, weeping and blubbering.	90
	Stand up, stand up; stand, and you be a man:
	For Juliet's sake, for her sake, rise and stand;
	Why should you fall into so deep an O?

ROMEO	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	100
	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 Tybalt calls; and then on Romeo cries,
	And then down falls again.	105

ROMEO	As if that name,
	Shot from the deadly level of a gun,
	Did murder her; as that name's cursed hand
	Murder'd her kinsman. O, tell me, friar, tell me,
	In what vile part of this anatomy	110
	Doth my name lodge? tell me, that I may sack
	The hateful mansion.
	[Drawing his sword]

FRIAR LAURENCE	Hold thy desperate hand:
	Art thou a man? thy form cries out thou art:
	Thy tears are womanish; thy wild acts denote	115
	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.	120
	Hast thou slain Tybalt? wilt thou slay thyself?
	And stay thy lady too that lives in thee,
	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	125
	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:	130
	Thy noble shape is but a form of wax,
	Digressing from the valour of a man;
	Thy dear love sworn but hollow perjury,
	Killing that love which thou hast vow'd to cherish;
	Thy wit, that ornament to shape and love,	135
	Misshapen in the conduct of them both,
	Like powder in a skitless soldier's flask,
	Is set afire by thine own ignorance,
	And thou dismember'd with thine own defence.
	What, rouse thee, man! thy Juliet is alive,	140
	For whose dear sake thou wast but lately dead;
	There art thou happy: Tybalt would kill thee,
	But thou slew'st Tybalt; there are thou happy too:
	The law that threaten'd death becomes thy friend
	And turns it to exile; there art thou happy:	145
	A pack of blessings lights up upon thy back;
	Happiness courts thee in her best array;
	But, like a misbehaved and sullen wench,
	Thou pout'st upon thy fortune and thy love:
	Take heed, take heed, for such die miserable.	150
	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 canst not pass to Mantua;
	Where thou shalt live, till we can find a time	155
	To blaze your marriage, reconcile your friends,
	Beg pardon of the 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;	160
	And bid her hasten all the house to bed,
	Which heavy sorrow makes them apt unto:
	Romeo is coming.

Nurse	O Lord, I could have stay'd here all the night
	To hear good counsel: O, what learning is!	165
	My lord, I'll tell my lady you will come.

Nurse		Here, sir, a ring she bid me give you, sir:
		Hie you, make haste, for it grows very late.
		[Exit]

FRIAR LAURENCE	Go hence; good night; and here stands all your state:
	Either be gone before the watch be set,
	Or by the break of day disguised from hence:
	Sojourn in Mantua; I'll find out your man,
	And he shall signify from time to time	175
	Every good hap to you that chances here:
	Give me thy hand; 'tis late: farewell; good night.

ROMEO		But that a joy past joy calls out on me,
		It were a grief, so brief to part with thee: Farewell.
		[Exeunt]

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