_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 murthered,  
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.  

_Arise; one knocks. Good Romeo, hide thyself._  
_Romeo._ Not I; unless the breath of heart-sick 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?_  
_Nurse._ [_Within_] Let me come in and you shall know my errand;  
_I come from Lady Juliet._  
_Friar Laurence._ Welcome, then. [_Enter_ NURSE_._  
_Nurse._ O holy friar, O, tell me, holy friar,  
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!  
_Friar Laurence._ O woful sympathy!  
Piteous predicament!  
_Nurse._ 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?  
_Romeo._ Nurse!  
_Nurse._ Ah sir! ah sir! Well, death's the end of all.  
_Romeo._ Spak'st thou of Juliet? how is it with her?  
Doth she not think me an old murtherer,  
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  

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