Taking the measure of an unmade grave.
Fri. L. Arise; one knocks: good Romeo, hide thyself.
Rom. Not I; unless the breath of heart-sick groans,
Mist-like, infold me from the search of eyes. 72
Fri. L. Hark! how they knock. Who's there? Romeo arise;
Thou wilt be taken. Stay awhile! Stand up;
Knock.
Run to my study. By and by! God's will!
What simpleness is this! I come, I come! 76
Knock.
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.
Fri. L. Welcome, then.
Enter Nurse.
Nurse. O holy friar! O! tell me, holy friar,
Where is my lady's lord? where's Romeo? 81
Fri. L. There on the ground, with his own tears made drunk.
Nurse. O! he is even in my mistress' case,
Just in her case! O woeful sympathy! 84
Piteous predicament! 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? 89
89 O: groan
