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ROMEO AND JULIET. 83 Borneo. 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. 0, 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 es- tate. 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 vnthin. Friar Laurence. Arise ; one knocks : good Romeo, hide thyself. Romeo. Not I ; unless the breath of heart-sick groans Mist-like infold me from the search of eyes. \_Knocklnf/. Friar Laurence. Hark, how they knock ! — Who's there ? — Romeo, arise :