Friar Laurence. 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. [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.