Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1596 [1594-1596] (Annals) tragedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T15 Friars and holy orders in plot · 493 words
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Wash they his wounds with tears: mine shall be spent When theirs are dry for Romeo's banishment. Take up those Cordes, poor ropes you are beguiled, Both you and I for Romeo is exiled: He made you for a highway to my bed, But I a Maid, die Maiden widowed. Come Cord, come Nurse, I'll to my wedding bed, And death not Romeo, take my Maiden head. Hie to your Chamber, I'll find Romeo To comfort you, I wots well where he is: Hark ye your Romeo will be here at night, I'll to him, he is hid at Laurence Cell. O find him, give this Ring to my true Knight, And bid him come, to take his last farewell. Romeo come forth, Come forth thou fearful man, Affliction is enamoured of thy parts: And thou art wedded to calamity. Father what news? What is the Prince's Doom? What sorrow craves acquaintance at my hand, That I yet know not? Too familiar Is my dear Son with such sour Company: I bring thee tidings of the Prince's Doom. What less than Doomsday, Is the Prince's Doom? A gentler judgement vanished from his lips, Not bodies death, but body's banishment. Ha', banishment? be merciful, say death: For exile hath more terror in his look, Much more than death: do not say banishment. Here from Verona art thou banished: Be patiented, for the world is broad and wide. There is no world without Verona walls, But Purgatory, Torture, hell itself: Hence banished, is banished from the world, And world's exile is death. Then banished, Is death, mistearmed, calling death banished, Thou cut'st my head off with a golden Axe, And smilest upon the stroke that murders me. O deadly sin, O rude unthankfulness! Thy fault our Law calls death, but the kind Prince Taking thy part, hath rushed aside the Law, And turned that black word death, to banishment. This is dear mercy, and thou seest it not. 'Tis Torture and not mercy, heaven is here Where Iuliet lives, and every Cat and Dog, And little Mouse, every unworthy thing Live here in Heaven and may look on her, But Romeo may not. More Validity, More Honourable state, more Courtship lives In carrion Flies, than Romeo: they may seize On the white wonder of dear Iuliets hand. And steal immortal blessing from her lips, Who even in pure and vestal modesty Still blush, as thinking their own kisses sin. This may Flies do, when I from this must fly, And sayst thou yet, that exile is not death? But Romeo may not, he is banished. Hadst thou no poison mixed, no sharp ground knife, No sudden mean of death, though ne'er so mean, But banished to kill me? Banished? O Friar, the damned use that word in hell: Howl attends it, how hast thou the hart Being a Divine, a Ghostly Confessor, A Sin-Absoluer, and my Friend professed: To mangle me with that word, banished?
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Waſh they his wounds with tears: mine ſhal be ſpent When theirs are drie for Romeo's baniſhment. Take vp thoſe Cordes, poore ropes you are beguil'd, Both you and I for Romeo is exild: He made you for a high-way to my bed, But I a Maid, die Maiden widowed. Come Cord, come Nurſe, Ile to my wedding bed, And death not Romeo, take my Maiden head. Hie to your Chamber, Ile find Romeo To comfort you, I wot well where he is: Harke ye your Romeo will be heere at night, Ile to him, he is hid at Lawrence Cell. O find him, giue this Ring to my true Knight, And bid him come, to take his laſt farewell. Romeo come forth, Come forth thou fearfull man, Affliction is enamor'd of thy parts: And thou art wedded to calamitie. Father what newes? What is the Princes Doome? What ſorrow craues acquaintance at my hand, That I yet know not? Too familiar Is my deare Sonne with ſuch ſowre Company: I bring thee tydings of the Princes Doome. What leſſe then Doomeſday, Is the Princes Doome? A gentler iudgement vaniſht from his lips, Not bodies death, but bodies baniſhment. Ha, baniſhment? be mercifull, ſay death: For exile hath more terror in his looke, Much more then death: do not ſay baniſhment. Here from Verona art thou baniſhed: Be patient, for the world is broad and wide. There is no world without Ʋerona walles, But Purgatorie, Torture, hell it ſelfe: Hence baniſhed, is baniſht from the world, And worlds exile is death. Then baniſhed, Is death, miſtearm'd, calling death baniſhed, Thou cut'ſt my head off with a golden Axe, And ſmileſt vpon the ſtroke that murders me. O deadly ſin, O rude vnthankefulneſſe! Thy falt our Law calles death, but the kind Prince Taking thy part, hath ruſht aſide the Law, And turn'd that blacke word death, to baniſhment. This is deare mercy, and thou ſeeſt it not. 'Tis Torture and not mercy, heauen is here Where Iuliet liues, and euery Cat and Dog, And little Mouſe, euery vnworthy thing Liue here in Heauen and may looke on her, But Romeo may not. More Validitie, More Honourable ſtate, more Courtſhip liues In carrion Flies, then Romeo: they may ſeaze On the white wonder of deare Iuliets hand. And ſteale immortall bleſſing from her lips, Who euen in pure and veſtall modeſtie Still bluſh, as thinking their owne kiſſes ſin. This may Flies doe, when I from this muſt flie, And ſaiſt thou yet, that exile is not death? But Romeo may not, hee is baniſhed. Had'ſt thou no poyſon mixt, no ſharpe ground knife, No ſudden meane of death, though nere ſo meane, But baniſhed to kill me? Baniſhed? O Frier, the damned vſe that word in hell: Howlings attends it, how haſt thou the hart Being a Diuine, a Ghoſtly Confeſſor, A Sin-Abſoluer, and my Friend profeſt: To mangle me with that word, baniſhed?