NURSE.
O Lord, I could have stay'd here all the night
To hear good counsel: O, what learning is! —
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 reviv'd by this!
FRIAR.
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.
ROMEO.
But that a joy past joy calls out on me,
It were a grief so brief to part with thee:
Farewell.
[Exeunt.]
