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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 | ena|mored of | thy parts,
            ,         ,       ,      ,    ,
      And thou | art wed|ded to | cala|mity.
 
[Enter ROMEO]
 
ROMEO
       ,              ,      ,             ,         ,
      Father | what news?| What is | the prin|ce's doom?
            ,         ,         ,          ,        ,
5     What sor|row craves | acquain|tance 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 ti|dings of | the prin|ce's doom.
 
ROMEO
             ,           ,        ,         ,         ,
10    What less | than dooms|day is | the prin|ce's doom?
 
FRIAR LAURENCE
         ,         ,        ,          ,          ,
      A gen|tler 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,
             ,           ,         ,         ,       ,
15    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.
        ,    ,              ,           ,          ,
20    Hence ban/ished is | banished | from the | world,
      <-          ,     ,           ___          ,      ,
        And || world's ex/ile is | death:| then ban|ished,
           ,            ,       ,         ,    ,
      Is death | mis-termed:| calling | death ban/ishment,
             ,          ,     ,            ,       ,
      Thou cutst | my head | off with | a gol|den axe,
             ,       ,           ,           ,        ,
      And smilst | upon | the stroke | that mur|ders me.
 
FRIAR LAURENCE
          ,      ,        ,        ,        ,
25    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,
             ,            ,            ,         ,       ,
      And turned | that black | word^death,| to ban|ishment:
                  ,   ,              ,    ,         ,
      This is / dear mer|cy, and / thou seest | it not.
 
ROMEO
            ,              ,   ,         x          ,
30    'Tis tor|ture and / not mer|cy, heaven | is here
             ,    ,     ,            2    ,         ,
      Where Jul|iet | lives; and | every cat | and dog,
           ,        ,      ,         ,        ,
      And lit|tle mouse,| every | unwor|thy thing
        ,             ,       ,          ,        ,
      Live here | in hea|ven and | may look | on her;
           ,   ,        ,      ,      ,     , ->
      But Ro|meo | may not:| more va|lidi||ty,
             ,  3 3        ,            ,           ,
35    More^|honorable | state, more*| courtship | lives
      <-        ,         ,           ,  2     ,          ,
         In || carri|on-flies | than Ro|meo: they | may seize
                 ,    ,             ,   ,   2      ,
      On the / white won|der of / dear Jul|iet's hand
            ,        ,        ,         ,          ,
      And steal | immor|tal bles|sing from | her lips,
          ,    2     ,         ,       ,     ,
      Who^e|ven in pure | and ves|tal mod|esty,
              ,          ,                ,    ,      ,
40    Still blush,| as thin|king their / own kiss|es sin;
           ,   ,        ,     ,       ,
      But Ro|meo | may not;| he is | banished:
        ,          ,            ,          ,          ,
      Flies may | do this,| but I | from this | must fly:
        ,          ,            ,       ,     ,
      They are | free men,| but I | am ban|ished.
            ,           ,          ,           ,    ,
      And sayst | thou yet | that ex|ile is / not death?
              ,        ,        ,          ,             ,
45    Hadst thou | no poi|son 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     ,
50    Being | a di|vine, a | ghostly con|fessor,
         ,      ,        ,          ,           ,
      A sin-|absol|ver, and | my friend | professed,
          ,       ,                ,    ,      ,
      To man|gle me | with that / word ban|ished?
 
FRIAR LAURENCE
             ,     ,         ,             ,         ,
      Thou fond | madman,| hear me | but speak | a word.
 
ROMEO
          ,           ,        ,        ,       ,
      O thou | wilt speak | again | of ban|ishment.
 
FRIAR LAURENCE
             ,          ,             ,   ,           ,
55    I'll give | thee ar|mour to / keep off | that word:
         ,             ,     ,        ,    ,
      Adver|sity's / sweet milk,| philo|sophy,
          ,         ,             ,         ,     ,
      To com|fort thee,| though thou | art ban|ished.
 
ROMEO
           ,        2      ,       ,    ,
      Yet ban|ished? Hang up | philo|sophy:
      <-    ,         ,    ,          ,       ,    ,
        Unless || philo|sophy | can make | a Ju|liet,
           ,         ,        ,         ,         ,
60    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
             ,                    ,   ,      ,        __
      How should | they, when / wise men | have no | eyes?
 
FRIAR LAURENCE
       ,            ,           ,        ,        ,
      Let me | dispute | with thee | of thy | estate.
 
ROMEO
             ,           ,          ,           ,          ,
65    Thou canst | not speak | of that | thou dost | not feel:
             ,         ,         ,    ,        ,
      Wert thou | as young | as Ju|liet | my love,
           ,         ,         ,       ,
      An hour | but mar|ried, Ty|balt mur|dered,
      <- ,             ,         ,        ,
        Do||ting like^me | and like | me ban|ished,
      <-  ,        T      T    T             ,             ,          ,
        Then || mightst thou speak,| then mightst | thou tear | thy hair,
            ,      ,           ,        ,       ,
70    And fall | upon | the ground | as I | do now,
       ,            ,                 ,  ,    ,
      Taking | the mea|sure of an // unmade grave.
 
[Knocking within]
 
FRIAR LAURENCE
         ,           ,           ,  2    ,         ,
      Arise | one knocks;| good Ro|meo 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
        ,               ,             ,      , 2       ,
75    Hark how | they knock:| Who's there?| Romeo | arise;
        ,             ,        ,       ,            ,
      Thou wilt | be ta|ken, stay | awhile,| stand up,
 
[Knocking]
       ,    2      ,       ,        T    T     T
      Run to my | study.| By and | by, God's will
            ,       ,         ,        ,        ,
      What sim|pleness | is this:| I come,| I come.
 
[Knocking]
             ,          ,             ,           ,             ,
      Who knocks | so hard?| Whence come | you? What's | your will?
 
NURSE [Within]
       ,    2       ,         ,            ,        ,
80    Let me come^|in, and | you shall | know my | errand;
          ,          ,     ,    ,
      I come | from La|dy Ju|liet.
 
FRIAR LAURENCE
                                    ,     2
                                   Welcome then.
 
[Enter Nurse]
 
NURSE
         ,      x         ,        ,     ,     ->
      O ho|ly friar,| O tell | me ho|ly fri||ar,
        ,       2    ,        ,       ,     ,  2
      Where | is my la|dy's lord?| Where's Ro/meo?
 
FRIAR LAURENCE
        ,               ,                 ,    ,            ,
85    There on | the ground,| with his / own tears | made^drunk.
 
NURSE
         ,      ,      ,       ,           ,
      O he | is e|ven in | my mis|tress' case,
        ,             ,       ,       ,     ,
      Just in | her case.| O woe|ful sym|pathy:
       ,  2         ,     ,      2   ,     ,
      Piteous | predic|ament,| even so | lies she,
        ,    2          ,         ,      2     ,       ,
      Blubbering | and wee|ping, wee|ping and blub|bering.
             ,          ,     ,          ,          ,
90    Stand^up,| stand up,| stand and | you be | a man:
           ,    2     ,         ,           ,          ,
      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
         ,               ,    ,        ,     2      ,
      Speakst thou | of Ju|liet?| How is | it with her?
            ,          ,              ,   ,     ,
95    Doth she | not think | me an / old mur|derer,
          ,           ,            ,         ,        ,
      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 can|celled love?
 
NURSE
         ,          ,        ,          ,           ,
100   O she | says no|thing sir,| but weeps | and weeps;
           ,      ,             ,          ,            ,
      And now | falls on | her bed;| and then | starts^up,
           ,        ,           ,        ,  2    ,
      And Ty|balt calls;| and then | on Ro|meo cries,
            ,           ,        ,
      And then | down falls | again.
 
ROMEO
                                         ,          ,
                                     As if | that name,
        ,               ,      ,      ,      ,
105   Shot from | the dead|ly le|vel of | a gun,
           ,       ,                ,     ,        ,
      Did mur|der her;| as that / name's cur|sed hand
       ,      2       ,            ,          x       ,
      Murdered her | kinsman.| O tell | me, friar,| tell me,
       .   T    T    T         ,      ,    ,
      In what vile part | of this | ana|tomy
            ,          ,       ,            ,         ,
      Doth my | name lodge?| Tell me,| that I | may sack
            ,       ,
110   The hate|ful man|sion.
 
[Drawing his sword]
 
FRIAR LAURENCE
                              ,         ,    2      ,
                            Hold | thy des|perate hand:
       ,            ,          ,           ,          ,
      Art thou | a man?| Thy form | cries^out | thou art:
            ,          ,     ,       2       ,        ,
      Thy tears | are wo|manish;| thy wild^acts | denote
           ,  ,       ,     ,       2    ,
      The un|reason|able | fury | of a beast.
          ,      ,       ,      ,        ,
115   Unseem|ly wo|man, in | a see|ming man,
           ,      ,         ,         ,         ,
      And ill-|besee|ming beast | in see|ming 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?
            ,         ,     ,           ,          ,
120   And stay | thy la|dy too | that lives | in thee,
          ,       ,       ,      ,         ,
      By do|ing damn|ed hate | upon | thyself?
             ,           ,         ,            x           ,
      Why railst | thou on | thy birth?| The heaven | and earth?
              ,            x           ,           ,          ,
      Since^birth,| and heaven | and earth,| all three | do meet
           ,         ,            ,         ,              ,
      In thee | at once;| which thou | at once | wouldst lose.
           ,            ,           ,           ,         ,
125   Fie fie,| thou shamst | thy shape,| thy love,| thy wit;
              ,      ,    ,        ,          ,
      Which like | a u|surer,| aboundst | in all,
           ,       ,                ,   ,        ,
      And us|est none | in that / true use | indeed
               ,         ,          ,           ,         ,
      Which should | bedeck | thy shape,| thy love,| thy wit:
           ,       ,         ,        ,        ,
      Thy no|ble shape | is but | a form | of wax,
          ,         ,         ,       ,       ,
130   Digres|sing from | the va|lour 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 or|nament,| to shape | and love,
          ,       ,        ,        ,          ,
      Missha|pen in | the con|duct of | them both,
            ,       ,       ,        ,           ,
135   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 | defence.
             ,           ,         ,    ,     2   ,
      What rouse | thee man,| thy Ju|liet | is alive,
            ,             ,           ,          ,       ,
      For whose | dear* sake | thou wast | but late|ly dead;
             ,          ,       ,                ,    ,
140   There art | thou hap|py: Ty|balt would / kill thee,
            ,            ,         ,        2      ,      ,
      But thou | slewst^Ty|balt; there | are thou hap|py too:
           ,           ,           ,         ,            ,
      The law | that threa|tened death | becomes | thy friend
            ,       2    ,        ,        2      ,      o
      And turns | it to ex|ile; there | art thou hap|py:
          ,         ,           ,      ,    ,           ,  ->
      A pack | of bles|sings lights | up u|pon thy || back;
       ,              ,            2      ,       ,
145   Hap/piness | courts thee | in her best | array;
            ,       ,      ,          ,        ,
      But like | a mis|behaved | and sul|len wench,
              ,       ,         ,        ,          ,
      Thou poutst | upon | 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,
         ,           ,         ,          ,        ,
150   Ascend | her cham|ber, 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, re|concile | your friends,
       ,   ,                  ,           ,           ,
155   Beg par/don of | the prince,| and call | thee back
             ,      ,         ,         ,           ,
      With twen|ty hun|dred thou|sand times | more joy
             ,             ,         ,     ,
      Than thou | wentst^forth | in la|menta|tion.
      <- ,        ,      ,          ,        ,        ,
        Go || before,| nurse: com|mend me | to thy | lady;
           ,         ,       ,          ,         ,
      And bid | her has|ten all | the house | to bed,
             ,      ,        ,           ,       ,
160   Which hea|vy sor|row makes | them apt | unto:
       ,   ,       ,
      Rome|o is | coming.   (pickup)
 
NURSE
          ,        ,             ,           ,          ,
      O Lord,| I could | have stayed | here all | the night
           ,           ,        ,          ,        ,
      To hear | good coun|sel: oh | what lear|ning is!
           ,           ,        ,     ,           ,
      My lord | I'll tell | my la|dy you | will come.
 
ROMEO
       ,           ,         ,          ,         ,
165   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,| good night,| and here | stands^all | your state:
       ,            ,        ,          ,         ,
170   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:
        ,             ,           ,         ,            ,
175   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:
       __   __
      Fare|well.  (picked up)
 
[Exeunt]

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