Romeo and Juliet
Act III, Scene 3
Friar Lawrence’s cell.
- Enter Friar Lawrence.
Friar Lawrence1 - 3
- Romeo, come forth, come forth, thou fearful man:
- Affliction is enamor’d of thy parts,
- And thou art wedded to calamity.
- Enter Romeo.
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- Father, what news? What is the Prince’s doom?
- What sorrow craves acquaintance at my hand,
- That I yet know not?
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- Too familiar
- Is my dear son with such sour company!
- I bring thee tidings of the Prince’s doom.
- What less than dooms-day is the Prince’s doom?
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- A gentler judgment vanish’d from his lips—
- Not body’s death, but body’s banishment.
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- Ha, banishment? Be merciful, say “death”;
- For exile hath more terror in his look,
- Much more than death. Do not say “banishment”!
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- Here from Verona art thou banished.
- Be patient, for the world is broad and wide.
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- There is no world without Verona walls,
- But purgatory, torture, hell itself.
- Hence “banished” is banish’d from the world,
- And world’s exile is death; then “banished”
- Is death misterm’d. Calling death “banished,”
- Thou cut’st my head off with a golden axe,
- And smilest upon the stroke that murders me.
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- 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.
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- ’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,
- But Romeo may not. More validity,
- More honorable state, more courtship lives
- In carrion flies than Romeo; they may 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;
- 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 sayest thou yet that exile is not death?
- Hadst thou no poison mix’d, no sharp-ground knife,
- 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;
- Howling attends it. How hast thou the heart,
- Being a divine, a ghostly confessor,
- A sin-absolver, and my friend profess’d,
- To mangle me with that word “banished”?
- Thou fond mad man, hear me a little speak.
- O, thou wilt speak again of banishment.
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- I’ll give thee armor to keep off that word:
- Adversity’s sweet milk, philosophy,
- To comfort thee though thou art banished.
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- Yet “banished”? Hang up philosophy!
- Unless philosophy can make a Juliet,
- Displant a town, reverse a prince’s doom,
- It helps not, it prevails not. Talk no more.
- O then I see that madmen have no ears.
- How should they when that wise men have no eyes?
- Let me dispute with thee of thy estate.
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- Thou canst not speak of that 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 mightst thou speak, then mightst thou tear thy hair,
- And fall upon the ground, as I do now,
- Taking the measure of an unmade grave.
- Enter Nurse within and knock.
- Arise, one knocks. Good Romeo, hide thyself.
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- Not I, unless the breath of heart-sick groans
- Mist-like infold me from the search of eyes.
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- Hark how they knock!—Who’s there?—Romeo, arise,
- Thou wilt be taken.—Stay a while!—Stand up;
- Loud knock.
- Run to my study.—By and by!—God’s will,
- What simpleness is this?—I come, I come!
- Who knocks so hard? Whence come you? What’s your will?
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- Let me come in, and you shall know my errant.
- I come from Lady Juliet.
- Welcome then.
- Unlocks the door.
- Enter Nurse.
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- O holy friar, O, tell me, holy friar,
- Where’s my lady’s lord? Where’s Romeo?
- There on the ground, with his own tears made drunk.
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- O, he is even in my mistress’ case,
- Just in her case. O woeful sympathy!
- Piteous predicament! Even so lies she,
- Blubb’ring and weeping, weeping and blubb’ring.
- 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?
- He rises.
- Ah sir, ah sir, death’s the end of all.
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- Spakest thou of Juliet? How is it with her?
- Doth not she 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?
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- 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.
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- 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
- Doth my name lodge? Tell me, that I may sack
- The hateful mansion.
- He offers to stab himself, and Nurse snatches the dagger
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- 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,
- And ill-beseeming beast in seeming both,
- Thou hast amaz’d me! By my holy order,
- I thought thy disposition better temper’d.
- Hast thou slain Tybalt? Wilt thou slay thyself,
- And slay thy lady that in thy life lives,
- By doing damned hate upon thyself?
- Why railest 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.
- Thy noble shape is but a form of wax,
- Digressing from the valor 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,
- Misshapen in the conduct of them both,
- Like powder in a skilless soldier’s flask,
- Is set afire by thine own ignorance,
- And thou dismemb’red with thine own defense.
- What, rouse thee, man! Thy Juliet is alive,
- For whose dear sake thou wast but lately dead:
- There art thou happy. Tybalt would kill thee,
- But thou slewest Tybalt: there art thou happy.
- The law that threat’ned death becomes thy friend,
- And turns it to exile: there art thou happy.
- A pack of blessings light upon thy back,
- Happiness courts thee in her best array,
- But like a mishaved and sullen wench,
- Thou pouts upon thy fortune and thy love.
- Take heed, take heed, for such die miserable.
- 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
- 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,
- And bid her hasten all the house to bed,
- Which heavy sorrow makes them apt unto.
- Romeo is coming.
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- O Lord, I could have sta’d here all the night
- To hear good counsel. O, what learning is!
- My lord, I’ll tell my lady you will come.
- Do so, and bid my sweet prepare to chide.
- Nurse offers to go in, and turns again.
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- Here, sir, a ring she bid me give you, sir.
- Hie you, make haste, for it grows very late.
- How well my comfort is reviv’d by this!
- Exit Nurse.
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- Go hence, good night; and here stands all your state:
- Either be gone before the watch be set,
- Or by the break of day disguis’d from hence.
- Sojourn in Mantua. I’ll find out your man,
- And he shall signify from time to time
- Every good hap to you that chances here.
- Give me thy hand. ’Tis late; farewell, good night.
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- But that a joy past joy calls out on me,
- It were a grief, so brief to part with thee.