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?                         […]

JULIET                        Some word there was, worser than Tybalt’s death,                         That murdered me; I would forget it fain,                         But O, it presses to my memory,                         Like damnèd guilty deeds to sinners’ minds:                         ‘Tybalt is dead, and Romeo banishèd’.                         That ‘banishèd’, that one word ‘banishèd’,                         Hath slain ten thousand Tybalts. (3.2.108-114) […]

JULIET                        Ah, poor my lord, what tongue shall smooth thy name,                         When I, thy three-hours wife, have mangled it?                         But wherefore, villain, didst thou kill my cousin?                         That villain cousin would have killed my husband.                         Back, foolish tears, back to your native spring,                         Your tributary drops belong to woe,                         […]

JULIET                                                he was not born to shame:                         Upon his brow shame is ashamed to sit;                         For ’tis a throne where honour may be crowned                         Sole monarch of the universal earth.                         O what a beast was I to chide at him! NURSE            Will you speak well of him that killed your cousin? […]