For whose dear sake thou wast but lately dead;  
There art thou happy. Tybalt would kill thee,  
But thou slew'st Tybalt; there art thou happy too.  
The law that threaten'd death becomes thy friend  
And turns it to exile; there art thou happy.  
A pack of blessings lights upon thy back,  
Happiness courts thee in her best array;  
But, like a misbehav'd and sullen wench,  
Thou pout'st upon thy fortune and thy love.  
Take heed, take heed, for such die miserable.  
Go, get thee to thy love, as was decreed,  
Ascend her chamber, hence and comfort her;  
But look thou stay not till the watch be set,  
For then thou canst not pass to Mantua,  
Where thou shalt live till we can find a time  
To blaze your marriage, reconcile your friends,  
Beg pardon of the prince, and call thee back  
With twenty hundred thousand times more joy  
Than thou went'st forth in lamentation.--  
Go before, nurse, commend me to thy lady,  
And bid her hasten all the house to bed,  
Which heavy sorrow makes them apt unto;  
Romeo is coming.  
_Nurse._ O Lord, I could have stay'd here all the night  
To hear good counsel; O, what learning is!--  
My lord, I'll tell my lady you will come.  
_Romeo._ Do so, and bid my sweet prepare to chide.  
_Nurse._ Here, sir, a ring she bid me give you, sir;  
Hie you, make haste, for it grows very late. [_Exit._  
_Romeo._ How well my comfort is reviv'd by this!  
_Friar Laurence._ Go hence; good night; and here stands all your state:  
Either be gone before the watch be set,  
Or by the break of day disguis'd from hence.  
Sojourn in Mantua; I'll find out your man,  
And he shall signify from time to time  
Every good hap to you that chances here.  
Give me thy hand; 'tis late: farewell; good night.  
_Romeo._ But that a joy past joy calls out on me,  
It were a grief, so brief to part with thee.  
Farewell. [_Exeunt._  

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