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.
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.
Arise; one knocks. Good Romeo, hide thyself.
Not I; unless the breath of heartsick groans,
Mist-like infold me from the search of eyes.
Hark, how they knock! — Who's there? — Romeo, arise;
Thou wilt be taken. — Stay awhile; — Stand up;
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?
[Within.] Let me come in, and you shall know my errand;
I come from Lady Juliet.
O holy friar, O, tell me, holy friar,
Where is my lady's lord, where's Romeo?
There on the ground, with his own tears made drunk.
O, he is even in my mistress' case, —
Just in her case!
O woeful sympathy!
Even so lies she,
Blubbering and weeping, weeping and blubbering. —
Stand up, stand up; stand, an you be a man:
For Juliet's sake, for her sake, rise and stand;
Why should you fall into so deep an O?
Ah sir! ah sir! — Well, death's the end of all.
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 remov'd 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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