Where is she? And how doth she? And what says 105 With blood removed but little from her own? Now I have stained the childhood of our joy Spakest thou of Juliet? How is it with her? Stand an you be a man.įor Juliet’s sake, for her sake, rise and stand.Īh sir, ah sir, death’s the end of all. Yes, Romeo is still lying on the floor.īlubb’ring and weeping, weeping and blubb’ring.- 95 She asks where Romeo is and the Friar points him out. Luckily for everyone, it's only the Nurse at the door. There on the ground, with his own tears made 90 Let me come in, and you shall know my errand. The Friar tells Romeo to hide, but Romeo refuses to move from his tantrum spot. Who knocks so hard? Whence come you? What’s Thou wilt be taken.-Stay awhile.-Stand up. Hark, how they knock!-Who’s there?-Romeo, Mistlike, enfold me from the search of eyes. Not I, unless the breath of heartsick groans, Romeo's response? He throws himself down on the ground and says he wishes he was dead.Īrise. He tries to shame him for being ungrateful he tells him life is long and the world is wide he tries logic, philosophy, and even begging. The Friar tries every trick in the book to get Romeo to see banishment, instead of death, as a good thing. Then mightst thou speak, then mightst thou tear thy Wert thou as young as I, Juliet thy love, Thou canst not speak of that thou dost not feel. How should they when that wise men have no eyes? 65 To comfort thee, though thou art banishèd.ĭisplant a town, reverse a prince’s doom, I’ll give thee armor to keep off that word, Thou fond mad man, hear me a little speak. O friar, the damnèd use that word in hell. No sudden mean of death, though ne’er so mean, Hadst thou no poison mixed, no sharp-ground Still blush, as thinking their own kisses sin įlies may do this, but I from this must fly.Īnd sayest thou yet that exile is not death? 45 On the white wonder of dear Juliet’s handĪnd steal immortal blessing from her lips, More honorable state, more courtship lives Where Juliet lives, and every cat and dog This is dear mercy, and thou seest it not. Taking thy part, hath rushed aside the law Thy fault our law calls death, but the kind prince, The Friar wants him to see the banishment as good news-yay for no executions?-but Romeo is too focused on the never seeing Juliet again part. Thou cutt’st my head off with a golden axĪnd smilest upon the stroke that murders me. Hence “banishèd” is “banished from the world,” 20Īnd world’s exile is death. Do not say “banishment.” 15īe patient, for the world is broad and wide. Ha, banishment? Be merciful, say “death,” Romeo is hiding out at Friar Lawrence's, and Friar updates him on the Tybalt situation. What less than doomsday is the Prince’s doom? 10Ī gentler judgment vanished from his lips: I bring thee tidings of the Prince’s doom. What sorrow craves acquaintance at my hand 5 Romeo, come forth come forth, thou fearful man.įather, what news? What is the Prince’s doom?
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