3. Scene III. Friar Lawrence's cell.
Arise; one knocks. Good Romeo, hide thyself.
Not I; unless the breath of heartsick groans,
Mist-like infold me from the search of eyes.
Hark, how they knock!--Who's there?--Romeo, arise;
Thou wilt be taken.--Stay awhile;--Stand up;
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?
[Within.] Let me come in, and you shall know my errand;
I come from Lady Juliet.
O holy friar, O, tell me, holy friar,
Where is my lady's lord, where's Romeo?
There on the ground, with his own tears made drunk.
O, he is even in my mistress' case,--
Just in her case!
O woeful sympathy!
Even so lies she,
Blubbering and weeping, weeping and blubbering.--
Stand up, stand up; stand, an you be a man:
For Juliet's sake, for her sake, rise and stand;
Why should you fall into so deep an O?
Ah sir! ah sir!--Well, death's the end of all.
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?
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.