Fr: Then come neare. 75
Nur: Oh holy Fryer, tell mee oh holy Fryer,
Where is my Ladies Lord? Wher's Romeo?
Fr: There on the ground, with his owne teares made
drunke.
Nur: Oh he is euen in my Mistresse case. 80
Iust in her case. Oh wofull simpathy,
Pitteous predicament, euen so lyes shee,
Weeping and blubbring, blubbring and weeping:
Stand vp, stand vp, stand and you be a man.
For Iuliets sake, for her sake rise and stand, 85
Why should you fall into so deep an O.
He rises.
Romeo: Nurse.
Nur: Ah sir, ah sir. Wel death's the end of all.
Rom: Spakest thou of Iuliet, how is it with her?
Doth she not thinke me an olde murderer, 90
Now I haue stainde the childhood of her ioy,
With bloud remou'd but little from her owne?
Where is she? and how doth she? And what sayes
My conceal'd Lady to our canceld loue?
Nur: Oh she saith nothing, but weepes and pules, 95
And now fals on her bed, now on the ground,
And Tybalt cryes, and then on Romeo calles.
Rom: As if that name shot from the deadly leuel of a gun
Did murder her, as that names cursed hand
Murderd her kinsman. Ah tell me holy Fryer 100
In what vile part of this Anatomy
Doth my name lye? Tell me that I may sacke
The hatefull mansion?