This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1854 Excerpt: ...vestal modesty, Still blush, as thinking their own kisses sin; But Romeo may not; he is banished: Flies may do this, when I from this must fly: They are free men, but I ain banished. And sayst thou yet that exile is not death? Hadst thou no poison mixed, no sharp-ground knife, No sudden mean of death, though ne'er so mean, But " banished," to kill me? " Banished! " 0 friar, the damned use that word in hell; Howlings attend it. How hast thou the heart, Being a divine, a ghostly c6nfessor, A sin-absolver, and a friend professed, To mangle me with that word "banished?" Fri. Thou fond mad man, hear me but speak a word. lloni. O, tliou wilt speak again of banishment. Fri. I '11 give thee armour to keep off that word: Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy, To comfort thee, though thou art banished. Rom. Yet' banished?'--H ang up philosophy! Unless philosophy can make a Juliet, Displaut a town, reverse a prince's doom; It helps not, it prevails not: talk no more. Fri. O, then I see that madmen have no ears. Rom. How should they, when that wise men have no eyes? Fri. Let me dispute with thee of thy estate. Hum. Thou canst not speak of what 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. Fri. Arise; one knocks; good Romeo, hide thyself. Knocking within. Rom. Not I; unless the breath of heart-sick groans, Mist-like, infold me from the search of eyes. Knocking. Fri. 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 wil...