ROMEO O, thou wilt speak again of banishment.
FRIAR LAURENCE I'll give thee armour to keep off that word:
Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy,
To comfort thee, though thou art banished.
ROMEO Yet 'banished'? Hang up philosophy!
Unless philosophy can make a Juliet,
Displant a town, reverse a prince's doom,
It helps not, it prevails not: talk no more.
FRIAR LAURENCE O, then I see that madmen have no ears.
ROMEO How should they, when that wise men have no eyes?
FRIAR LAURENCE Let me dispute with thee of thy estate.
ROMEO Thou canst not speak of that thou dost not feel:
Wert thou as young as I, Juliet thy love,
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.
[Knocking within]
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.
[Knocking]
FRIAR LAURENCE Hark, how they knock! Who's there? Romeo, arise;
Thou wilt be taken. Stay awhile! Stand up;
[Knocking]
Run to my study. By and by! God's will,
What simpleness is this! I come, I come!
[Knocking]
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.
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