Mist-like infold me from the search of eyes.


 [Knocking.]
FRIAR LAWRENCE.

Hark, how they knock!—Who’s there?—Romeo, arise,

Thou wilt be taken.—Stay awhile.—Stand up.


 [Knocking.]
Run to my study.—By-and-by.—God’s will,

What simpleness is this.—I come, I come.


 [Knocking.]
Who knocks so hard? Whence come you, what’s your will?
NURSE.

[Within.] Let me come in, and you shall know my errand.

I come from Lady Juliet.


FRIAR LAWRENCE.

Welcome then.


 Enter Nurse.
NURSE.

O holy Friar, O, tell me, holy Friar,

Where is my lady’s lord, where’s Romeo?


FRIAR LAWRENCE.

There on the ground, with his own tears made drunk.


NURSE.

O, he is even in my mistress’ case.

Just in her case! O woeful sympathy!

Piteous predicament. Even so lies she,

Blubbering and weeping, weeping and blubbering.

Stand up, stand up; stand, and you be a man.

For Juliet’s sake, for her sake, rise and stand.

Why should you fall into so deep an O?


ROMEO.

Nurse.


NURSE.

Ah sir, ah sir, death’s the end of all.


ROMEO.

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?


NURSE.

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,

And then down falls again.


ROMEO.

As if that name,

Shot from the deadly level of a gun,

Did murder her, as that name’s cursed hand

Murder’d her kinsman. O, tell me, Friar, tell me,

In what vile part of this anatomy

Doth my name lodge? Tell me, that I may sack

The hateful mansion.


 [Drawing his sword.]
FRIAR LAWRENCE.

Hold thy desperate hand.

Art thou a man? Thy form cries out thou art.

Thy tears are womanish, thy wild acts denote

The unreasonable fury of a beast.