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Romeo and Juliet

Act III, Scene 3

Friar Laurence's cell.
 
[Enter FRIAR LAURENCE]
 
FRIAR LAURENCE
       , 2            ,
      Romeo | come* forth,
                                   ,            ,       ,
                           Come* forth | thou fear|ful man,
          ,        ,     ,        ,         ,
      Afflic|tion is | enam|ored of | thy parts:
            ,         ,       ,      ,    ,
      And thou | art wed|ded to | calam|ity.
 
ROMEO
       ,              ,
      Father | what news?
                            ,             ,         ,
                          What is | the prin|ce's doom?
            ,         ,         ,          ,        ,
      What sor|row craves | acquaint|ance at | my hand,
           ,    T    T   T
      That I | yet know not?
 
FRIAR LAURENCE
                              ,      ,
                             Too fa|miliar
                ,   ,           ,      ,   ,
      Is my / dear son | with such | sour com/pany:
          ,           ,        ,         ,         ,
      I bring | thee tid|ings of | the prin|ce's doom.
 
ROMEO
             ,           ,
      What less | than dooms|day,
                                  ,         ,         ,
                                 Is | the prin|ce's doom?
 
FRIAR LAURENCE
         ,         ,        ,          ,          ,
      A gent|ler judg|ment van|ished from | his lips,
            ,        ,          ,       ,       ,
      Not* bo|dy's death,| but bo|dy's ban|ishment.
 
ROMEO
       ,   ,                ,     ,           ,
      Ha, ban/ishment?| Be mer|ciful,| say* death:
           ,  ,           ,   ,                 ,
      For ex|ile hath | more ter/ror in | his look,
             ,           ,         ,          ,       ,
      Much^more | than death:| do not | say* ban|ishment.
 
FRIAR LAURENCE
        ,             ,     ,          ,     ,
      Hence from | Vero|na art | thou ban|ished:
          ,         ,          ,          ,           ,
      Be pa|tient, for | the world | is broad | and wide.
 
ROMEO
             ,        ,          ,       ,      ,
      There^is | no world | without | Vero|na walls,
           ,     ,      ,          ,        ,
      But pur|gato|ry, tor|ture, hell | itself:
        ,    ,               ,           ,          ,
      Hence ban/ished, is | banished | from the | world,
      <-          T     T T         ,           ,      ,
        And || world's exile | is death.| Then ban|ished,
           ,            ,       ,         ,    ,
      Is death,| mis-termed,| calling | death ban/ished,
             ,          ,     ,            ,       ,
      Thou cutst | my head | off with | a gold|en axe,
             ,       ,           ,           ,        ,
      And smilst | upon | the stroke | that murd|ers me.
 
FRIAR LAURENCE
          ,      ,        ,        ,        ,
      O dead|ly sin,| O rude | unthank|fulness!
            ,          ,            ,                 ,     ,
      Thy fault | our law | calls^death,| but the / kind prince
       ,             ,            ,        ,         ,
      Taking | thy part,| hath rushed | aside | the law,
             ,            ,       T    T     .  T       ,
      And turned | that black | word death, to ban|ishment.
                  ,   ,              ,    ,         ,
      This is / dear mer|cy, and / thou seest | it not.
 
ROMEO
            ,              ,   ,         x          ,
      'Tis tor|ture and / not mer|cy, heaven | is here
             ,   2    ,          ,      ,         ,
      Where Jul|iet lives,| and eve|ry cat | and dog,
           ,        ,      ,          ,       ,
      And lit|tle mouse,| every | unworth|y thing
        T    T   .   T      ,          ,        ,
      Live here in heav|en and | may look | on her,
           ,   ,        ,      ,      ,     , ->
      But Rom|eo | may not.| More va|lidi||ty,
             ,  3 3        ,            ,           ,
      More^|honorable | state, more*| courtship | lives
      <-        ,         ,           ,  2     ,          ,
         In || carri|on-flies,| than Rom|eo: they | may seize
                 ,    ,             ,   ,   2      ,
      On the / white wond|er of / dear Jul|iet's hand,
            ,        ,        ,         ,          ,
      And steal | immort|al bles|sing from | her lips,
          ,    2     ,         ,       ,     ,
      Who^ev|en in pure | and ves|tal mod|esty
        T     T     .   T                ,    ,      ,
      Still blush, as think|ing their / own kiss|es sin.
        ,          ,             ,          ,          ,
      This may | flies do,| when I | from this | must fly,
            ,           ,          ,  T   .  T    T
      And sayst | thou yet,| that ex|ile is not death?
           ,   ,        ,     ,       ,
      But Rom|eo | may not,| he is | banished.
              ,        ,        ,          ,             ,
      Hadst^thou | no pois|on mixed,| no sharp-|ground^knife,
          ,        ,         ,              ,         ,
      No sud|den mean | of death,| though nere | so mean,
           ,      ,        ,         ,      ,
      But ban|ished | to kill | me? Ban|ished?
         ,               ,    ,           ,         ,
      O fri|ar, the / damned use | that word | in hell:
       ,             ,         ,           ,          ,
      Howlings | attend | it, how | hast thou | the heart
       ,      ,      ,         ,    2     ,
      Being | a di|vine, a | ghostly con|fessor,
         ,      ,        ,          ,           ,
      A sin-|absolv|er, and | my friend | professed:
          ,       ,          ,      T     Tx  T
      To mang|le me | with that | word, banished?
 
FRIAR LAURENCE
        T    T   T         ,         ,     oo
      Then fond mad|man, hear | me speak.|
 
ROMEO
          ,           ,        ,        ,       ,
      O thou | wilt speak | again | of ban|ishment.
 
FRIAR LAURENCE
             ,          ,            ,   ,           ,
      I'll give | thee arm|or to / keep off | that word,
         ,             ,     ,        ,    ,
      Adver|sity's / sweet milk,| philos|ophy,
          ,         ,             ,         ,     ,
      To com|fort thee,| though thou | art ban|ished.
 
ROMEO
           ,      ,         ,       ,    ,
      Yet ban|ished?| Hang up | philo|sophy:
          ,      ,   ,        ,     ,   ,
      Unless philosophy can make a Juliet,  ??
           ,         ,        ,         ,         ,
      Displant | a town,| reverse | a prin|ce's doom,
           ,      ,             ,            ,         ,
      It helps | not, it | prevails | not, talk | no more.
 
FRIAR LAURENCE
          ,       ,          ,        ,         ,
      O then | I see,| that mad|men have | no ears.
 
ROMEO
       T     T     T
      How should they,
                              ,          ,         ,
                       When wise | men have | no eyes?
 
FRIAR LAURENCE
       ,            ,           ,        ,        ,
      Let me | despair | with thee | of thy | estate,
 
ROMEO
             ,           ,          ,           ,          ,
      Thou canst | not speak | of that | thou dost | not feel,
             ,         ,         ,    ,        ,
      Wert thou | as young | as Jul|iet | my love:
           ,         ,         ,       ,      ,
      An hour | but mar|ried, Ty|balt murd|ered,
       ,         T   T   .    T        ,     ,
      Doting | like me, and like | me ban|ished,
              ,             ,
      Then mightst | thou speak,
                                        ,             ,          ,
                                Then mightst | thou tear | thy hair,
            ,      ,           ,        ,       ,
      And fall | upon | the ground | as I | do now,
       ,            ,                 ,  ,    ,
      Taking | the meas|ure of an // unmade grave.
 
[Knocking within]
 
FRIAR LAURENCE
         ,           ,
      Arise | one knocks,
                                ,  2    ,         ,
                          Good Rom|eo hide | thyself.
 
ROMEO
          ,
      Not I,
                 ,           ,          ,           ,
             Unless | the breath | of heart|sick^groans
        T    T   .  T         ,           ,          ,
      Mist-like infold | me from | the search | of eyes.
 
[Knocking]
 
FRIAR LAURENCE
        ,               ,
      Hark how*| they knock:
                                     ,      , 2       ,
                            (Who's there)| Romeo | arise,
             ,        ,        ,       ,            ,
      Thou wilt | be tak|en, stay | awhile,| stand up:
 
[Knocking]
       ,    2      ,       ,        T    T     T
      Run to my | study:| By and | by, God's will
             ,      ,         ,        ,        ,
      What simp|leness | is this:| I come,| I come.
 
[Knocking]
             ,          ,
      Who knocks | so hard?
                                     ,           ,             ,
                            Whence come | you? What's | your will?
 
NURSE [Within]
       ,    2       ,
      Let me come^|in,
                             ,            ,        ,
                      And | you shall | know my | errand:
          ,          ,     ,    ,
      I come | from La|dy Jul|iet.
 
FRIAR LAURENCE
                                    ,     2
                                   Welcome then.
 
[Enter Nurse]
 
NURSE
         ,      x         ,        ,      x
      O ho|ly friar,| O tell | me ho|ly friar,
        ,            ,        ,       ,     ,
      Where is | my la|dy's lord?| Where's Rom/eo?
 
FRIAR LAURENCE
        ,               ,
      There on | the ground,
                                        ,    ,            ,
                            With his / own tears | made^drunk.
 
NURSE
         ,       ,     ,       ,           ,
      O he | is ev|en in | my mist|ress' case,
        ,             ,       ,        ,    ,
      Just in | her case.| O woe|ful symp|athy:
       ,  2         ,            x   ,     ,
      Piteous | predic|ament,/ even so | lies she,
        ,    2          ,         ,      2     ,       ,
      Blubbering | and weep|ing, weep|ing and blub|bering,
             ,          ,     ,          ,          ,
      Stand^up,| stand^up,| stand and | you be | a man,
           ,    2     ,         ,      T    T   .    T
      For Jul|iet's^sake,| for her | sake rise and stand:
             ,           ,            ,   ,       ,
      Why should | you fall | into / so deep | an O.
 
ROMEO
        ,
      Nurse.
 
NURSE
                  ,         ,      ,                    ,
            Ah | sir, ah | sir, death's / the end | of all.
 
ROMEO
         ,               ,    ,         x           ,
      Speakst thou | of Jul|iet?| How is it | with her?
            ,          ,              ,   ,     ,
      Doth she | not think | me an / old murd|erer,
          ,           ,            ,         ,        ,
      Now I | have stained | the child|hood of | our joy,
             ,         ,          ,        ,         ,
      With blood | removed,| but lit|tle from | her own?
             ,         ,          ,                 ,    ,
      Where is | she? And | how doth | she? And / what says
                ,    ,     ,              ,     ,
      My con/cealed la|dy to | our con/cealed love?
 
NURSE
          ,           ,       ,          ,           ,
      Oh she | says noth|ing sir,| but weeps | and weeps,
           ,      ,             ,          ,            ,
      And now | falls on | her bed,| and then | starts^up,
           ,        ,           ,        ,  2    ,
      And Ty|balt calls,| and then | on Rom|eo cries,
       .    T    T    T        ,
      And then down falls | again.
 
ROMEO
      <-    ,          ,       ,               ,      ,      ,      ,
        As if | that name || shot from | the dead|ly lev|el of | a gun,
            ,      ,                ,      ,       ,
      Did murd|er her,| as that / name's curs|ed hand
       ,      2       ,             ,         x       ,
      Murdered her | kinsman.| Oh tell | me friar,| tell me,
       .   T    T    T         ,      ,    ,
      In what vile part | of this | anat|omy
            ,          ,       ,            ,         ,
      Doth^my | name^lodge?| Tell me,| that I | may sack
            ,       ,
      The hate|ful man|sion.
 
FRIAR LAURENCE
                              ,         ,    2      ,
                            Hold | thy des|perate hand:
       ,            ,          ,           ,          ,
      Art thou | a man?| Thy form | cries^out | thou art:
            ,          ,     ,       2       ,        ,
      Thy tears | are wom|anish,| thy wild^acts | denote
           ,  ,       2   ,     ,       ,
      The un|reason|able fu|ry of | a beast.
          ,      ,       ,       ,       ,
      Unseem|ly wom|an, in | a seem|ing man,
           ,      ,         ,          ,        ,
      And ill-|beseem|ing beast | in seem|ing both,
        ,      2    ,         ,       ,      ,
      Thou hast a|mazed me.| By my | holy | order,
           ,           ,     ,         x      ,
      I thought | thy dis|posi|tion better | tempered.
        ,           ,    ,                     ,         ,
      Hast thou | slain Ty/balt? Wilt | thou slay | thyself?
            ,         ,       ,               ,    ,
      And stay | thy la|dy, that | in thy / life lies,
          ,       ,       ,      ,         ,
      By do|ing damn|ed hate | upon | thyself?
             ,           ,         ,            x           ,
      Why railst | thou on | thy birth?| The heaven | and earth?
        T     T     .    Tx           ,            ,          ,
      Since birth, and heaven | and earth,| all* three | do meet
           ,         ,            ,         ,              ,
      In thee | at once,| which thou | at once | wouldst lose.
            ,            ,           ,           ,         ,
      Fie* fie,| thou shamst | thy shape,| thy love,| thy wit,
              ,      ,    ,        ,          ,
      Which like | a us|urer | aboundst | in all:
           ,       ,                ,   ,        ,
      And us|est none | in that / true use | indeed,
               ,         ,          ,           ,         ,
      Which should | bedeck | thy shape,| thy love,| thy wit:
           ,       ,         ,        ,        ,
      Thy nob|le shape,| is but | a form | of wax,
          ,         ,         ,      ,       ,
      Digres|sing from | the val|or of | a man,
            ,            ,          ,       ,     ,
      Thy dear | love* sworn | but hol|low per|jury,
       ,     2         ,            ,           ,          ,
      Killing that | love which | thou hast | vowed to | cherish.
           ,          ,     ,         ,           ,
      Thy wit,| that orn|ament,| to shape | and love,
           ,      ,        ,        ,          ,
      Misshap|en in | the con|duct^of | them both:
        ,   ,               ,        ,           ,
      Like pow/der in | a skit|less sol|dier's flask,
          ,       ,         ,          ,     ,
      Is set | afire | by thine | own^ig|norance,
            ,        ,          ,           ,        ,
      And thou | dismem|bered with | thine^own | defense.
               ,           ,         ,    ,     2   ,
      What*, rouse | thee man,| thy Jul|iet | is alive,
            ,             ,           ,          ,       ,
      For whose | dear* sake | thou wast | but late|ly dead.
             ,          ,       ,                ,    ,
      There^art | thou hap|py. Ty|balt would / kill thee,
            ,            ,         ,           ,     ,
      But thou | slewst^Ty|balt, there | are thou | happy.
           ,           ,           ,         ,            ,
      The law | that threat|ened death | becomes | thy friend,
               x         ,  ,     ,                 ,
      And turns it | to ex|ile, there / art thou | happy.
          ,         ,          ,      ,    ,           ,  ->
      A pack | of bles|sing lights | up u|pon thy || back,
       ,              ,            2      ,       ,
      Hap/piness | courts thee | in her best | array,
            ,       ,      ,          ,        ,
      But like | a mis|behaved | and sul|len wench,
            ,        ,        ,        ,          ,
      Thou put|test up | thy for|tune and | thy love:
             ,           ,          ,     ,   ,   2
      Take^heed,| take^heed,| for such | die mis/erable.
           ,          ,         ,        ,        ,
      Go* get | thee to | thy love | as was | decreed,
         ,           ,         ,          ,        ,
      Ascend | her chamb|er, hence | and com|fort her:
            ,           ,     ,               ,         ,
      But look | thou stay | not till | the watch | be set,
            ,           ,           ,        ,    ,
      For then | thou canst | not pass | to Man|tua,
              ,            ,          ,         ,        ,
      Where thou | shalt live | till we | can find | a time
           ,           ,          ,      ,            ,
      To blaze | your mar|riage, rec|oncile | your friends,
       ,   ,                  ,           ,           ,
      Beg pard/on of | the prince,| and call | thee back,
             ,      ,         ,         ,            ,
      With twen|ty hund|red thous|and times | more* joy
             ,             ,         ,     ,
      Than thou | wentst^forth | in lam|enta|tion.
      <- ,        ,      ,          ,        ,        ,
        Go || before | nurse, com|mend me | to thy | lady,
           ,         ,       ,          ,         ,
      And bid | her hast|en all | the house | to bed,
             ,      ,        ,           ,       ,
      Which^hea|vy sor|row makes | them apt | unto,
       ,   ,       ,
      Rome|o is | coming.   \\
 
NURSE
          ,        ,             ,       T   T    T
      O Lord,| I could | have stayed | here all night,
           ,            ,        ,          ,        ,
      To hear | good* couns|el: oh | what learn|ing is!
           ,           ,        ,     ,           ,
      My lord | I'll tell | my la|dy you | will come.
 
ROMEO
       ,           ,         ,          ,         ,
      Do so,| and bid | my sweet | prepare | to chide.
 
NURSE
        ,            ,          ,         ,         ,
      Here sir,| a ring | she bade | me give | you sir:
       ,               ,                ,    ,      ,
      Hie you,| make^haste,| for it / grows ve|ry late.
 
[Exit]
 
ROMEO
            ,        ,        ,       ,          ,
      How well | my com|fort is | revived | by this.
 
FRIAR LAURENCE
           ,
      Go hence,
                      ,      .    T     T    T           ,
               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,
           ,        ,   2     ,          ,          ,
      Sojourn | in Man|tua, I'll | find^out | your man,
           ,          ,     ,          ,         ,
      And he | shall sig|nify | from time | to time,
       ,            ,        ,           ,        ,
      Every | good hap | to you | that chan|ces here:
        ,             ,           ,         ,            ,
      Give me | thy hand,| 'tis late,| farewell,| good night.
 
ROMEO
            ,    .  T    T   T           ,        ,
      But that | a joy past joy,| calls^out | on me,
           ,        ,          ,          ,           ,
      It were | a grief,| so brief | to part | with thee:
       __   __
      Fare|well.    \\
 
[Exeunt]

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