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Wash they his wounds with tears? Mine shall be spent [130]
When theirs are dry, for Romeo’s banishment.
Take up those cords. Poor ropes, you are beguil’d,
Both you and I, for Romeo is exil’d.
He made you for a highway to my bed,
But I, a maid, die maiden-widowed. [135]
Come, cords, come, Nurse, I’ll to my wedding bed,
And death, not Romeo take my maidenhead.
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. [140]
I’ll to him. He is hid at Laurence’ cell.
JULIET
O find him, give this ring to my true knight
And bid him come to take his last farewell.
Exeunt.
Scene III IT
Enter Friar (Laurence).
FRIAR LAURENCE
Romeo, come forth, come forth, thou fearful man.
Affliction is enamour’d of thy parts
And thou art wedded to calamity.
Enter Romeo.
ROMEO
Father, what news? What is the Prince’s doom?
What sorrow craves acquaintance at my hand [5]
That I yet know not?
FRIAR LAURENCE
Too familiar
Is my dear son with such sour company.
I bring thee tidings of the Prince’s doom.
