FRIAR              Thou fond mad man, hear me a little speak. ROMEO           O thou wilt speak again of banishment. FRIAR              I’ll give thee armour to keep off that word:                         Adversity’s sweet milk, philosophy,                         To comfort thee though thou art banishèd. ROMEO           Yet ‘banishèd’? Hang up philosophy!                         Unless philosophy can make a Juliet,                         […]

ROMEO           Hadst thou no poison mixed, no sharp-ground knife,                         No sudden mean of death, though ne’er so mean,                         But ‘banishèd’ to kill me? Banishèd?                         O Friar, the damnèd use that word in hell;                         Howling attends it. How hast thou the heart,                         Being a divine, a ghostly confessor,                         A sin-absolver, […]

ROMEO                                               More validity,                         More honourable state, more courtship lives                         In carrion flies than Romeo; they may seize                         On the white wonder of dear Juliet’s hand,                         And steal immortal blessing from her lips,                         Who even in pure and vestal modesty                         Still blush, as thinking their own kisses sin;                         But […]

FRIAR              O deadly sin! O rude unthankfulness!                         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 ‘banishment’.                         This is dear mercy, and thou seest it not. ROMEO           ’Tis torture and not mercy. Heaven is here […]

FRIAR              Here from Verona art thou banishèd.                         Be patient, for the world is broad and wide. ROMEO           There is no world without Verona walls,                         But purgatory, torture, hell itself:                         Hence ‘banishèd’ is banished from the world,                         And world’s exile is death; then ‘banishèd’                         Is death mistermed. Calling death ‘banishèd’,                         […]

ROMEO           Father, what news? What is the Prince’s doom?                         What sorrow craves acquaintance at my hand,                         That I yet know not? FRIAR                                                  Too familiar                         Is my dear son with such sour company!                         I bring thee tidings of the Prince’s doom. ROMEO           What less than doomsday is the Prince’s doom? FRIAR              A […]

[3.3] Enter FRIAR [LAWRENCE] FRIAR              Romeo, come forth, come forth, thou fearful man:                         Affliction is enamoured of thy parts,                         And thou art wedded to calamity.                                                    [Enter] ROMEO.                     (3.2.1-3) […]

NURSE            Hie to your chamber. I’ll find Romeo                         To comfort you, I wot well where he is.                         Hark ye, your Romeo will be here at night.                         I’ll to him, he is hid at Lawrence’s cell. JULIET                        O find him! Give this ring to my true knight,                         And bid him come to […]

JULIET                        Where is my father and my mother, Nurse? NURSE            Weeping and wailing over Tybalt’s corse.                         Will you go to them? I will bring you thither. JULIET                        Wash they his wounds with tears? mine shall be spent,                         When theirs are dry, for Romeo’s banishment.                         Take up those cords. Poor ropes, you are […]

JULIET                                                                        Tybalt’s death                         Was woe enough if it had ended there;                         Or if sour woe delights in fellowship,                         And needly will be ranked with other griefs,                         Why followed not, when she said ‘Tybalt’s dead’,                         ‘Thy father’ or ‘thy mother’, nay, or both,                         Which modern lamentation might have moved?                         […]