Speeches (Lines) for Friar John in "The Tragedy of Romeo and Juliet"

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# Act / Scene Speech text
1 V / 2
  • Holy Franciscan friar! brother, ho!
  • Holy Franciscan friar! brother, ho!
  • Romeo. There is thy gold, worse poison to men's souls,
    Doing more murders in this loathsome world,
    Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell.
    I sell thee poison; thou hast sold me none.
    Farewell: buy food, and get thyself in flesh.
    Come, cordial and not poison, go with me
    To Juliet's grave; for there must I use thee.

    Friar John. Holy Franciscan friar! brother, ho!

2 V / 2
  • Going to find a bare-foot brother out
    One of our order, to associate me,
  • Going to find a bare-foot brother out
    One of our order, to associate me,
    Here in this city visiting the sick,
    And finding him, the searchers of the town,
    Suspecting that we both were in a house
    Where the infectious pestilence did reign,
    Seal'd up the doors, and would not let us forth;
    So that my speed to Mantua there was stay'd.
  • Friar Laurence. This same should be the voice of Friar John.
    Welcome from Mantua: what says Romeo?
    Or, if his mind be writ, give me his letter.

    Friar John. Going to find a bare-foot brother out
    One of our order, to associate me,
    Here in this city visiting the sick,
    And finding him, the searchers of the town,
    Suspecting that we both were in a house
    Where the infectious pestilence did reign,
    Seal'd up the doors, and would not let us forth;
    So that my speed to Mantua there was stay'd.

3 V / 2
  • I could not send it,--here it is again,--
    Nor get a messenger to bring it th...
  • I could not send it,--here it is again,--
    Nor get a messenger to bring it thee,
    So fearful were they of infection.
  • Friar Laurence. Who bare my letter, then, to Romeo?

    Friar John. I could not send it,--here it is again,--
    Nor get a messenger to bring it thee,
    So fearful were they of infection.

4 V / 2
  • Brother, I'll go and bring it thee.
  • Brother, I'll go and bring it thee.
  • Friar Laurence. Unhappy fortune! by my brotherhood,
    The letter was not nice but full of charge
    Of dear import, and the neglecting it
    May do much danger. Friar John, go hence;
    Get me an iron crow, and bring it straight
    Unto my cell.

    Friar John. Brother, I'll go and bring it thee.

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