Page 3206 - Shakespeare - Vol. 1

FRIAR LAURENCE Knock.

Let me dispute with thee of thy estate. Knock.
Knock.
ROMEO Knock.

Thou canst not speak of that thou dost not feel.
Wert thou as young as I, Juliet thy love, [65]
An hour but married, Tybalt murdered,
Doting like me, and like me banished,
Then mightst thou speak, then mightst thou tear thy hair
And fall upon the ground as I do now,
Taking the measure of an unmade grave. [70]

FRIAR LAURENCE

Arise, one knocks. Good Romeo, hide thyself.

ROMEO

Not I, unless the breath of heartsick groans
Mist-like infold me from the search of eyes.

FRIAR LAURENCE

Hark how they knock. - Who’s there? - Romeo, arise,
Thou wilt be taken. - Stay awhile. - Stand up. [75]

Run to my study. - By and by. - God’s will,
What simpleness is this? - I come, I come.

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 LAURENCE

Welcome then. [80]

Enter Nurse.

NURSE