Not I; unless the breath of heartsick groans,
Mist-like infold me from the search of eyes.

[Knocking.]

Friar.
Hark, how they knock!--Who's there?--Romeo, arise;
Thou wilt be taken.--Stay awhile;--Stand up;

[Knocking.]

Run to my study.--By-and-by!--God's will!
What simpleness is this.--I come, I come!

[Knocking.]

Who knocks so hard? whence come you? what's your will?

Nurse.
[Within.] Let me come in, and you shall know my errand;
I come from Lady Juliet.

Friar.
Welcome then.

[Enter Nurse.]

Nurse.
O holy friar, O, tell me, holy friar,
Where is my lady's lord, where's Romeo?