_Fri. L._ Hold thy desperate hand: Art thou a man? thy form cries out thou art: Thy tears are womanish; thy wild acts denote[974] 110 The unreasonable fury of a beast: Unseemly woman in a seeming man![975] Or ill-beseeming beast in seeming both![975][976] Thou hast amazed me: by my holy order, I thought thy disposition better temper'd. 115 Hast thou slain Tybalt? wilt thou slay thyself? And slay thy lady that in thy life lives,[977] By doing damned hate upon thyself?[978] Why rail'st thou on thy birth, the heaven and earth?[978][979] Since birth and heaven and earth, all three do meet[978][980] 120 In thee at once, which thou at once wouldst lose.[978][120][981] Fie, fie, thou shamest thy shape, thy love, thy wit;[978] Which, like a usurer, abound'st in all,[978][982] And usest none in that true use indeed[978] Which should bedeck thy shape, thy love, thy wit:[978] 125 Thy noble shape is but a form of wax,[978] Digressing from the valour of a man;[978][983] Thy dear love sworn, but hollow perjury,[978] Killing that love which thou hast vow'd to cherish;[978] Thy wit, that ornament to shape and love,[978] 130 Mis-shapen in the conduct of them both,[978] Like powder in a skilless soldier's flask,[978][984] Is set a-fire by thine own ignorance,[978][985] And thou dismember'd with thine own defence.[978] What, rouse thee, man! thy Juliet is alive, 135 For whose dear sake thou wast but lately dead; There art thou happy: Tybalt would kill thee, But thou slew'st Tybalt; there art thou happy too:[986] The law, that threaten'd death, becomes thy friend,[987] And turns it to exile; there art thou happy:[988] 140 A pack of blessings lights upon thy back;[989] Happiness courts thee in her best array; But, like a misbehaved and sullen wench,[990] Thou pout'st upon thy fortune and thy love:[991] Take heed, take heed, for such die miserable. 145 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 150 To blaze your marriage, reconcile your friends, Beg pardon of the prince and call thee back[992] With twenty hundred thousand times more joy Than thou went'st forth in lamentation. Go before, nurse: commend me to thy lady, 155 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[993] To hear good counsel: O, what learning is![994] 160 My lord, I'll tell my lady you will come.