1 Brother, I'll go and bring it thee.
2 I bring thee tidings of the Prince's doom.
3 For shame, bring Juliet forth, her lord is come.
4 Friar John, go hence, Get me an iron crow and bring it straight Unto my cell.
5 O pardon me for bringing these ill news, Since you did leave it for my office, sir.
6 A glooming peace this morning with it brings; The sun for sorrow will not show his head.
7 Such a waggoner As Phaeton would whip you to the west And bring in cloudy night immediately.
8 O, here comes my Nurse, And she brings news, and every tongue that speaks But Romeo's name speaks heavenly eloquence.
9 Within this hour my man shall be with thee, And bring thee cords made like a tackled stair, Which to the high topgallant of my joy Must be my convoy in the secret night.
10 Therefore, out of thy long-experienc'd time, Give me some present counsel, or behold 'Twixt my extremes and me this bloody knife Shall play the empire, arbitrating that Which the commission of thy years and art Could to no issue of true honour bring.'