ROMEO.
Not I, unless the breath of heartsick groans
Mist-like infold me from the search of eyes.
[Knocking.]
FRIAR LAWRENCE.
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 LAWRENCE.
Welcome then.
Enter Nurse.