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Both you and I, for Romeo is exil'd:

He made you for a highway to my bed,

But I, a maid, die maiden-widowed.

Come, cords; come, nurse; I’ll to my wedding bed;

And death, not Romeo, take my maidenhead!

Nurse. Hie to your chamber; I'll find Romeo

To comfort you: I wot well where he is.

Hark ye, your Romeo will be here to-night:

I'll to him; he is hid at Laurence' cell.

Jul. O! find him; give this ring to my true knight,

And bid him come to take his last farewell.

''Fri. L''. Romeo, come forth; come forth, thou fearful man:

Affliction is enamour'd of thy parts,

And thou art wedded to calamity.

Rom. Father, what news? what is the prince's doom?

What sorrow craves acquaintance at my hand,

That I yet know not?

''Fri. L''. Too familiar

Is my dear son with such sour company:

I bring thee tidings of the prince's doom.

Rom. What less than doomsday is the prince's doom?

 1 fearful: apprehensive

5 at my hand: from me

