Page 3207 - Shakespeare - Vol. 1

O holy Friar, O, tell me, holy Friar, He rises.
Where is my lady’s lord, where’s Romeo?

FRIAR LAURENCE

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, [85]
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? [90]

ROMEO

Nurse.

NURSE

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

ROMEO

Spak’s 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? [95]
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, [100]
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