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SCENE III. Friar Laurence's cell.

Enter FRIAR LAURENCE

FRIAR LAURENCE

Romeo, come forth; come forth, thou fearful man:
Affliction is enamour'd of thy parts,
And thou art wedded to calamity.

Enter ROMEO

ROMEO

Father, what news? what is the prince's doom?
What sorrow craves acquaintance at my hand,
That I yet know not?

FRIAR LAURENCE

Too familiar
Is my dear son with such sour company:
I bring thee tidings of the prince's doom.

ROMEO

What less than dooms-day is the prince's doom?

FRIAR LAURENCE

A gentler judgment vanish'd from his lips,
Not body's death, but body's banishment.

ROMEO

Ha, banishment! be merciful, say 'death;'
For exile hath more terror in his look,
Much more than death: do not say 'banishment.'

FRIAR LAURENCE

Hence from Verona art thou banished:
Be patient, for the world is broad and wide.

ROMEO

There is no world without Verona walls,
But purgatory, torture, hell itself.
Hence-banished is banish'd from the world,
And world's exile is death: then banished,
Is death mis-term'd: calling death banishment,
Thou cutt'st my head off with a golden axe,
And smilest upon the stroke that murders me.

FRIAR LAURENCE

O deadly sin! O rude unthankfulness!
Thy fault our law calls death; but the kind prince,
Taking thy part, hath rush'd aside the law,
And turn'd that black word death to banishment:
This is dear mercy, and thou seest it not.

ROMEO

'Tis torture, and not mercy: heaven is here,
Where Juliet lives; and every cat and dog
And little mouse, every unworthy thing,
Live here in heaven and may look on her;
But Romeo may not: more validity,
More honourable state, more courtship lives
In carrion-flies than Romeo: they my seize
On the white wonder of dear Juliet's hand
And steal immortal blessing from her lips,
Who even in pure and vestal modesty,
Still blush, as thinking their own kisses sin;
But Romeo may not; he is banished:
Flies may do this, but I from this must fly:
They are free men, but I am banished.
And say'st thou yet that exile is not death?
Hadst thou no poison mix'd, no sharp-ground knife,
No sudden mean of death, though ne'er so mean,
But 'banished' to kill me?--'banished'?
O friar, the damned use that word in hell;
Howlings attend it: how hast thou the heart,
Being a divine, a ghostly confessor,
A sin-absolver, and my friend profess'd,
To mangle me with that word 'banished'?

FRIAR LAURENCE

Thou fond mad man, hear me but speak a word.

ROMEO

O, thou wilt speak again of banishment.

FRIAR LAURENCE

I'll give thee armour to keep off that word:
Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy,
To comfort thee, though thou art banished.

ROMEO

Yet 'banished'? Hang up philosophy!
Unless philosophy can make a Juliet,
Displant a town, reverse a prince's doom,
It helps not, it prevails not: talk no more.

FRIAR LAURENCE

O, then I see that madmen have no ears.

ROMEO

How should they, when that wise men have no eyes?

FRIAR LAURENCE

Let me dispute with thee of thy estate.

ROMEO

Thou canst not speak of that thou dost not feel:
Wert thou as young as I, Juliet thy love,
An hour but married, Tybalt murdered,
Doting like me and like me banished,
Then mightst thou speak, then mightst thou tear thy hair,
And fall upon the ground, as I do now,
Taking the measure of an unmade grave.

Knocking within

FRIAR LAURENCE

Arise; one knocks; good Romeo, hide thyself.

ROMEO

Not I; unless the breath of heartsick 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.

FRIAR LAURENCE

Welcome, then.

Enter Nurse

Nurse

O holy friar, O, tell me, holy friar,
Where is my lady's lord, where's Romeo?

FRIAR LAURENCE

There on the ground, with his own tears made drunk.

Nurse

O, he is even in my mistress' case,
Just in her case! O woful sympathy!
Piteous predicament! Even so lies she,
Blubbering and weeping, weeping and blubbering.
Stand up, stand up; stand, and you be a man:
For Juliet's sake, for her sake, rise and stand;
Why should you fall into so deep an O?

ROMEO

Nurse!

Nurse

Ah sir! ah sir! Well, death's the end of all.

ROMEO

Spakest thou of Juliet? how is it with her?
Doth she not think me an old murderer,
Now I have stain'd the childhood of our joy
With blood removed but little from her own?
Where is she? and how doth she? and what says
My conceal'd lady to our cancell'd love?

Nurse

O, she says nothing, sir, but weeps and weeps;
And now falls on her bed; and then starts up,
And Tybalt calls; and then on Romeo cries,
And then down falls again.

ROMEO

As if that name,
Shot from the deadly level of a gun,
Did murder her; as that name's cursed hand
Murder'd her kinsman. O, tell me, friar, tell me,
In what vile part of this anatomy
Doth my name lodge? tell me, that I may sack
The hateful mansion.

Drawing his sword

FRIAR LAURENCE

Hold thy desperate hand:
Art thou a man? thy form cries out thou art:
Thy tears are womanish; thy wild acts denote
The unreasonable fury of a beast:
Unseemly woman in a seeming man!
Or ill-beseeming beast in seeming both!
Thou hast amazed me: by my holy order,
I thought thy disposition better temper'd.
Hast thou slain Tybalt? wilt thou slay thyself?
And stay thy lady too that lives in thee,
By doing damned hate upon thyself?
Why rail'st thou on thy birth, the heaven, and earth?
Since birth, and heaven, and earth, all three do meet
In thee at once; which thou at once wouldst lose.
Fie, fie, thou shamest thy shape, thy love, thy wit;
Which, like a usurer, abound'st in all,
And usest none in that true use indeed
Which should bedeck thy shape, thy love, thy wit:
Thy noble shape is but a form of wax,
Digressing from the valour of a man;
Thy dear love sworn but hollow perjury,
Killing that love which thou hast vow'd to cherish;
Thy wit, that ornament to shape and love,
Misshapen in the conduct of them both,
Like powder in a skitless soldier's flask,
Is set afire by thine own ignorance,
And thou dismember'd with thine own defence.
What, rouse thee, man! thy Juliet is alive,
For whose dear sake thou wast but lately dead;
There art thou happy: Tybalt would kill thee,
But thou slew'st Tybalt; there are 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 up upon thy back;
Happiness courts thee in her best array;
But, like a misbehaved 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 revived 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 disguised 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

劳伦斯神父上。

劳伦斯罗密欧,跑出来;出来吧,你受惊的人,你已经和坎坷的命运结下了不解之缘。

罗密欧上。

罗密欧神父,什么消息?亲王的判决怎样?还有什么我所不知道的不幸的事情将要来找我?

劳伦斯我的好孩子,你已经遭逢到太多的不幸了。我来报告你亲王的判决。

罗密欧除了死罪以外,还会有什么判决?

劳伦斯他的判决是很温和的:他并不判你死罪,只宣布把你放逐。

罗密欧嘿!放逐!慈悲一点,还是说“死”吧!不要说“放逐”,因为放逐比死还要可怕。

劳伦斯你必须立刻离开维洛那境内。不要懊恼,这是一个广大的世界。

罗密欧在维洛那城以外没有别的世界,只有地狱的苦难;所以从维洛那放逐,就是从这世界上放逐,也就是死。明明是死,你却说是放逐,这就等于用一柄利斧砍下我的头,反因为自己犯了杀人罪而扬扬得意。

劳伦斯嗳哟,罪过罪过!你怎么可以这样不知恩德!你所犯的过失,按照法律本来应该处死,幸亏亲王仁慈,特别对你开恩,才把可怕的死罪改成了放逐;这明明是莫大的恩典,你却不知道。

罗密欧这是酷刑,不是恩典。朱丽叶所在的地方就是天堂;这儿的每一只猫、每一只狗、每一只小小的老鼠,都生活在天堂里,都可以瞻仰到她的容颜,可是罗密欧却看不见她。污秽的苍蝇都可以接触亲爱的朱丽叶的皎洁的玉手,从她的嘴唇上偷取天堂中的幸福,那两片嘴唇是这样的纯洁贞淑,永远含着娇羞,好像觉得它们自身的相吻也是一种罪恶;苍蝇可以这样做,我却必须远走高飞,它们是自由人,我却是一个放逐的流徒。你还说放逐不是死吗?难道你没有配好的毒药、锋锐的刀子或者无论什么致命的利器,而必须用“放逐”两个字把我杀害吗?放逐!啊,神父!只有沉沦在地狱里的鬼魂才会用到这两个字,伴着凄厉的呼号;你是一个教士,一个替人忏罪的神父,又是我的朋友,怎么忍心用“放逐”这两个字来寸磔我呢?

劳伦斯你这痴心的疯子,听我说一句话。

罗密欧啊!你又要对我说起放逐了。

劳伦斯我要教给你怎样抵御这两个字的方法,用哲学的甘乳安慰你的逆运,让你忘却被放逐的痛苦。

罗密欧又是“放逐”!我不要听什么哲学!除非哲学能够制造一个朱丽叶,迁徒一个城市,撤销一个亲王的判决,否则它就没有什么用处。别再多说了吧。

劳伦斯啊!那么我看疯人是不生耳朵的。

罗密欧聪明人不生眼睛,疯人何必生耳朵呢?

劳伦斯让我跟你讨论讨论你现在的处境吧。

罗密欧你不能谈论你所没有感觉到的事情;要是你也像我一样年轻,朱丽叶是你的爱人,才结婚一小时,就把提伯尔特杀了;要是你也像我一样热恋,像我一样被放逐,那时你才可以讲话,那时你才会像我现在一样扯着你的头发,倒在地上,替自己量一个葬身的墓穴。(内叩门声。)

劳伦斯快起来,有人在敲门;好罗密欧,躲起来吧。

罗密欧我不要躲,除非我心底里发出来的痛苦呻吟的气息,会像一重云雾一样把我掩过了追寻者的眼睛。(叩门声。)

劳伦斯听!门打得多么响!——是谁在外面?——罗密欧,快起来,你要给他们捉住了。——等一等!——站起来;(叩门声)跑到我的书斋里去。——就来了!——上帝啊!瞧你多么不听话!——来了,来了!(叩门声)谁把门敲得这么响?你是什么地方来的?你有什么事?

乳媪(在内)让我进来,你就可以知道我的来意;我是从朱丽叶小姐那里来的。

劳伦斯那好极了,欢迎欢迎!

乳媪上。

乳媪啊,神父!啊,告诉我,神父,我的小姐的姑爷呢?罗密欧呢?

劳伦斯在那边地上哭得死去活来的就是他。

乳媪啊!他正像我的小姐一样,正像她一样!

劳伦斯唉!真是同病相怜,一般的伤心!她也是这样躺在地上,一边唠叨一边哭,一边哭一边唠叨。起来,起来;是个男个汉就该起来;为了朱丽叶的缘故,为了她的缘故,站起来吧。为什么您要伤心到这个样子呢?

罗密欧奶妈!

乳媪唉,姑爷!唉,姑爷!一个人到头来总是要死的。

罗密欧你刚才不是说起朱丽叶吗?她现在怎么样?我现在已经用她近亲的血玷污了我们的新欢,她不会把我当作一个杀人的凶犯吗?她在什么地方?她怎么样?我这位秘密的新妇对于我们这一段中断的情缘说些什么话?

乳媪啊,她没有说什么话,姑爷,只是哭呀哭的哭个不停;一会儿倒在床上,一会儿又跳了起来;一会儿叫一声提伯尔特,一会儿哭一声罗密欧;然后又倒了下去。

罗密欧好像我那一个名字是从枪口里瞄准了射出来似的,一弹出去就把她杀死,正像我这一双该死的手杀死了她的亲人一样。啊!告诉我,神父,告诉我,我的名字是在我身上哪一处万恶的地方?告诉我,好让我捣毁这可恨的巢穴。(拔剑。)

劳伦斯放下你的卤莽的手!你是一个男子吗?你的形状是一个男子,你却流着妇人的眼泪;你的狂暴的举动,简直是一头野兽的无可理喻的咆哮。你这须眉的贱妇,你这人头的畜类!我真想不到你的性情竟会这样毫无涵养。你已经杀死了提伯尔特,你还要杀死你自己吗?你没想到你对自己采取了这种万劫不赦的暴行就是杀死与你相依为命的你的妻子吗?为什么你要怨恨天地,怨恨你自己的生不逢辰?天地好容易生下你这一个人来,你却要亲手把你自己摧毁!呸!呸!你有的是一副堂堂的七尺之躯,有的是热情和智慧,你却不知道把它们好好利用,这岂不是辜负了你的七尺之躯,辜负了你的热情和智慧?你的堂堂的仪表不过是一尊蜡像,没有一点男子汉的血气;你的山盟海誓都是些空虚的谎语,杀害你所发誓珍爱的情人;你的智慧不知道指示你的行动,驾御你的感情,它已经变成了愚妄的谬见,正像装在一个笨拙的兵士的枪膛里的火药,本来是自卫的武器,因为不懂得点燃的方法,反而毁损了自己的肢体。怎么!起来吧,孩子!你刚才几乎要为了你的朱丽叶而自杀,可是她现在好好活着,这是你的第一件幸事。提伯尔特要把你杀死,可是你却杀死了提伯尔特,这是你的第二件幸事。法律上本来规定杀人抵命,可是它对你特别留情,减成了放逐的处分,这是你的第三件幸事。这许多幸事照顾着你,幸福穿着盛装向你献媚,你却像一个倔强乖僻的女孩,向你的命运和爱情噘起了嘴唇。留心,留心,像这样不知足的人是不得好死的。去,快去会见你的情人,按照预定的计划,到她的寝室里去,安慰安慰她;可是在逻骑没有出发以前,你必须及早离开,否则你就到不了曼多亚。你可以暂时在曼多亚住下,等我们觑着机会,把你们的婚姻宣布出来,和解了你们两家的亲族,向亲王请求特赦,那时我们就可以用超过你现在离别的悲痛二百万倍的欢乐招呼你回来。奶妈,你先去,替我向你家小姐致意;叫她设法催促她家里的人早早安睡,他们在遭到这样重大的悲伤以后,这是很容易办到的。你对她说,罗密欧就要来了。

乳媪主啊!像这样好的教训,我就是在这儿听上一整夜都愿意;啊!真是有学问人说的话!姑爷,我就去对小姐说您就要来了。

罗密欧很好,请你再叫我的爱人预备好一顿责骂。

乳媪姑爷,这一个戒指小姐叫我拿来送给您,请您赶快就去,天色已经很晚了。(下。)

罗密欧现在我又重新得到了多大的安慰!

劳伦斯去吧,晚安!你的运命在此一举:你必须在巡逻者没有开始查缉以前脱身,否则就得在黎明时候化装逃走。你就在曼多亚安下身来;我可以找到你的仆人,倘使这儿有什么关于你的好消息,我会叫他随时通知你。把你的手给我。时候不早了,再会吧。

罗密欧倘不是一个超乎一切喜悦的喜悦在招呼着我,像这样匆匆的离别,一定会使我黯然神伤。再会!(各下。)