FRIAR 3.3.1 Romeo, come forth. Come forth, thou fearful man. come in Affliction is enamored of thy parts, suffering is in love with you And thou art wedded to calamity. married to misfortune ROMEO 3.3.4 Father, what news? What is the Prince's doom? punishment What sorrow craves acquaintance at my hand wishes to meet me That I yet know not? FRIAR Too familiar 3.3.7 Is my dear son with such sour company. I bring thee tidings of the Prince's doom. news, sentence ROMEO 3.3.10 What less than doomsday is the Prince's doom? short of FRIAR 3.3.11 A gentler judgment vanished from his lips: passed Not body's death, but body's banishment. your ROMEO 3.3.13 Ha! Banishment? Be merciful, say "death"! what (not laughing) For exile hath more terror in his look, Much more than death! Do not say "banishment"! FRIAR 3.3.16 Hence from Verona art thou banishèd. away Be patient, for the world is broad and wide. ROMEO 3.3.18 There is no world without Verona walls, outside But purgatory, torture, hell itself! Hence "banishèd" is "banish'd from the world," therefore, means And world's exile is death! Then "banishèd" exile from the world means Is death mis termed. Calling death "banishèd," misnamed Thou cutt'st my head off with a golden axe And smile'st upon the stroke that murders me. FRIAR 3.3.25 O deadly sin! O rude unthankfulness!
Thy fault our law calls death, but the kind Prince, crime is punishable by Taking thy part, hath rushed aside the law taking your side, brushed And turned that black word "death" to "banishment." This is dear mercy, and thou see'st it not. ROMEO 3.3.31 'Tis torture, and not mercy! Heav'n is here Where Juliet lives, and every cat and dog And little mouse, every unworthy thing, Live here in heaven and may look on her, But Romeo may not. More validity, value 3.3.35 More honorable state, more courtship lives status, courtliness In carrion flies than Romeo. They my seize common flies, land On the white wonder of dear Juliet's hand And steal immortal blessing 2 from her lips, heavenly, kisses 1 Who even in pure and vestal modesty virginal 3.3.40 Still blush, as thinking their own kisses sin. always, kisses to each other a But Romeo may not; he is banishèd. Flies may do this, but I from this must fly. flee They are free men, but I am banishèd. And say'st thou yet that exile is not death? 3.3.45 Hadst thou no poison mixed, no sharp ground knife, No sudden mean of death, though ne'er so mean, no matter how dishonorable But "banishèd" to kill me? "Banishèd"? other than O Friar, the damnèd use that word in hell! damned souls 3.3.50 Howling attends it! How hast thou the heart, accompanies Being a divine, a ghostly confessor, priest, spiritual A sin absolver, and my friend professed, one who calls himself my friend To mangle me with that word "banishèd"? tear me apart FRIAR 3.3.55 Thou 1 fond madman, hear me but speak a word 1. then 2, foolish, a little speak 2 ROMEO 3.3.56 O, thou wilt speak again of banishment.
FRIAR 3.3.57 I'll give thee armor to keep off that word: protection Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy, To comfort thee, though thou art banishèd. ROMEO 3.3.60 Yet "banishèd"? Hang up philosophy! damn Unless philosophy can make a Juliet, Displant a town, reverse a Prince's doom, move, sentence It helps not, it prevails not! Talk no more! it has no power FRIAR 3.3.64 O, then I see that madmen 1 have no ears. ROMEO 3.3.65 How should they when that wise men have no eyes? why FRIAR 3.3.66 Let me dispute with thee of thy estate. reason with you about your situation ROMEO 3.3.67 Thou canst not speak of that 2 thou dost not feel! what 1 Wert thou as young as I, Juliet thy love, and Juliet were your love An hour but married, Tybalt murderèd, Doting like me, and like me banishèd, in love like me Then mightst thou speak, then mightst thou tear thy hair tear out And fall upon the ground, as I do now, Taking the measure of an unmade grave. measurement of my [ NURSE knocks at door] FRIAR 3.3.75 Arise. One knocks. Good Romeo, hide thyself. ROMEO 3.3.76 Not I, unless the breath of heartsick groans, my brokenhearted groans Mist like, enfold me from the search of eyes. hides me in its mist [Knocking] FRIAR 3.3.78 Hark, how they knock! Who's there? Romeo, arise, Thou wilt be taken!
[Knocking] Stay awhile! Stand up, wait a minute Run to my study! [Knocking] By and by! God's will, just a minute What simpleness is this! foolishness [Knocking] I come, I come! Who knocks so hard? Whence come you? What's your will? from where, NURSE [outside] what do you want Let me come in, and you shall know my errand. 3.3.85 I come from Lady Juliet. FRIAR [opens door] Welcome then! 3.3.87 NURSE [enters] 3.3.88 O Holy Friar, O, tell me, Holy Friar, Where is 1 my lady's lord? Where's Romeo? where's 2, husband FRIAR 3.3.90 There on the ground, with his own tears made drunk. NURSE 3.3.92 O, he is even in my mistress' case, in the same condition as Juliet Just in her case! O woeful sympathy! same condition Piteous predicament! Even so lies she, pitiful, she lies the same way Blubbering and weeping, weeping and blubbering. [to Romeo] Stand up, stand up! Stand, and you be a man! if For Juliet's sake, for her sake, rise and stand! Why should you fall into so deep an O? groaning ROMEO 3.3.99 Nurse! NURSE Ah sir, ah sir! Death's the end of all. all of us 3.3.100 ROMEO 3.3.101 Spake'st thou of Juliet? How is it with her? Doth she not think me an old murderer, Now I have stained the childhood of our joy ruined the beginning With blood removed but little from her own? of her close relative Where is she? And how doth she? And what says My concealed lady to our cancelled love? secret bride about
NURSE 3.3.107 O, she says nothing, sir, but weeps and weeps, And now falls on her bed, and then starts up, And "Tybalt" calls, and then on Romeo cries, calls out "Tybalt", about And then down falls again. ROMEO As if that name, my name 3.3.111 Shot from the deadly level of a gun, aim Did murder 1 her, as that name's cursèd hand Murdered her kinsman! O, tell me, Friar, tell me, In what vile part of this anatomy my body Doth my name lodge 2? Tell me, that I may sack lie 1 : live, pillage The hateful mansion! [tries to stab himself] hated place FRIAR Hold thy desperate hand! 3.3.118