ACT III.
3. Scene III. Friar Lawrence's cell.
 (continued)
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 reviv'd by this! 
 
Friar.
 
Go hence; good night! and here stands all your state:
 
Either be gone before the watch be set,
 
Or by the break of day disguis'd 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.] 
 
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