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Rom. Tybalt, the reason that I have to love | Thy beauty hath made me effeminate, thee,
And in my temper soften’d valour's steel. Doth much excuse the appertaining rage
Tyb. Boy, this shall not excuse the injuries
Rom. I do protest, I never injur'd thee; Which too untimely here did scorn the earth. But love thee better than thou canst devise, Rom. This day's black fate on more days doth Till thou shalt know the reason of my love:
depend; And so, good Capulet,-which name I tender This but begins the woe, others must end. As dearly as mine own,-be satisfied. Mer. O calm, dishonourable, vile submission!
Re-enter TYBALT. A la stoccata carries it away:- [Draws. Ben. Here comes the furious Tybalt back Tybalt, you rat-catcher, will you walk?
again. Tyb. What would'st thou have with me? Rom. Alive! in triumph ! and Mercutio slain !
Mer. Good king of cats, nothing, but one of Away to heaven, respective lenity, your nine lives; that I mean to make bold with. And fire-ey'd fury be my conduct now! al, and, as you shall use me hereafter, dry-beat Now, Tybalt, take the villain back again, the rest of the eight. Will you pluck' your That late thou gav’st me; for Mercutio's soul sword out of his pilcher by the ears? make Is but a little way above our heads, haste, lest mine be about your ears ere it be out. Staying for thine to keep him company; Tyb. I am for you.
[Drawing Either thou, or I, or both, must go with him. Rom. Gentle Mercutio, put thy rapier up. Tyb. Thou, wretched boy, that didst consort Mer. Come, sir, your passado. [They fight.
him here, Rom. Draw, Benvolio;
Shalt with him hence. Beat down their weapons :-Gentlemen, for Rom. This shall determine that. shame,
[They fight ; Tybalt fals. Forbear this outrage ;-Tybalt-Mercutio Ben. Romeo, away, be gone! The prince expressly hath forbid this bandying The citizens are up, and Tybalt slain :In Verona streets :-hold, Tybalt ;—good Mer Stand not amaz'd the prince will doom thee
cutio. (Exeunt Tybalt and his Partizans. death, Mer. I am hurt ;
If thou art taken :-hence !-begone!-away! A plague o' both the houses !-I am sped :- Rom. O! I am fortune's fool! Is he gone, and hath nothing?
Ben. Why dost thou stay ? [Exit Romeo. Ben. What, art thou hurt? Mer. Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch ; marry, 'tis
Enter Citizens, &c. enough.
1 Cit. Which way ran he, that kill'a Mercutio? Where is my page?-Go, villain, fetch a sur- Tybalt, that murderer, which way ran he? geon.
[Erit Page. Ben. There lies that Tybalt. Rom. Courage, man;
the hurt cannot be much. 1 Cit. Up, sir, go with me; Mer. No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so 1 charge thee in the prince's name, obey. wide as a church door; but 'tis enough, 'twill serve : ask for me to-morrow, and you shall find Enter Prince, attended ; Montague, Capulet,
their Wives, and Others. me a grave man. I am peppered, I warrant, for this world :-A plague o both your houses ! Prin. Where are the vile beginners of this 'Zounds, a dog, a rat, a mouse, a cat, to scratch fray? a man to death! a braggart, a rogue, a villain, Ben. O'noble prince, I can discover all that fights by the book of arithmetic !-Why The unlucky manage of this fatal brawl: the devil came you between us? I was hurt un- There lies the man, slain by young Romeo, der your arm.
That slew thy kinsman, brave Mercutio. Rom. I thought all for the best.
La. Cap. Tybalt, my cousin !-O my brother's Mer. Help me into some house, Benvolio,
child ! Or I shall faint.-A plague o' both your houses! Unhappy sight! ah me, the blood is spill’d They have made worm's meat of me;
Of my dear kinsman ! - Prince, as thou art true, I have it, and soundly too :-Your houses ! For blood of ours, shed blood of Montague.
[Exeunt Mercutio and Benvolio. O cousin, cousin ! Rom. This gentleman, the prince's near ally, Prin. Benvolio, who began this bloody fray ? My very friend, hath got his mortal hurt Ben. Tybalt, here slain, whom Romeo's hand In my behalf; my reputation stain'd
did slay; With Tybalt's slander, Tybalt, that an hour Romeo, that spoke him fair, bade him bethink Hath been my kinsman :- sweet Juliet, How nice the quarrel was, and urg'd withal
Your high displeasure:-All this—uttered Thou sober-suited matron, all in black, With gentle breath, calm look, knees humbly and learn me how to lose a winning match, bow'd,
Play'd for a pair of stainless maidenhoods : Could not take truce with the unruly spleen Hood miy unmann'd blood, bating in my cheeks, Of Tybalt, deaf to peace, but that he tilts With thy black mantle; till strange love, grown With piercing steel at bold Mercutio's breast; bold, Who, all as hot, turns deadly point to point, Think true love acted, simple modesty. And, with a martial scorn, with one hand beats Come, night!-Come, Romeol come, thou day Cold death aside, and with the other sends
in night! It back to Tybalt, whose dexterity
For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night Retorts it : Romeo he cries aloud,
Whiter than new snow on a raven's back.Hold, friends! friends, part! and, swifter than Come, gentle night; come, loving, black-brow'd his tongue,
no worship to the garish sun.-
To an impatient child, that hath new robes, La. Cap. He is a kinsman to the Montague, And may not wear them. O, here comes my Affection makes him false, he speaks not true :
nurse, Some twenty of them fought in this black strife, And all those twenty could but kill one life :
Enter Nurse, with cords. I beg for justice, which thou, prince, must give; And she brings news; and every tongue that Romeo slew Tybalt, Romeo must not live.
speaks Prin. Romeo slew him, he slew Mercutio ; But Romeo's name, speaks heavenly eloquenceWho now the price of his dear blood doth owe? Now, nurse, what news? What hast thou there? Mon. Not Romeo, prince, he was Mercutio's the cords, friend;
That Romeo bade thee fetch ? His fault concludes but, what the law should end, Nurse. Ay, ay, the cords. The life of Tybalt.
[Thrors them down. Prin. And, for that offence,
Jul. Ah me! what news? why dost thou Immediately we do exíle him hence :
wring thy hands? I have an interest in your hates' proceedling, Nurse. Ah well-a-day! he's dead, he's dead, My blood, for your rude brawls, doth lie a he's dead! bleeding;
We are undone, lady, we are undone ! But I'll amerce you with so strong a fine, Alack the day!-he's gone, he's kill'd, he's dead! That you shall all repent the loss of mine : Jul. Can heaven be so envious ? I will be deaf to pleading and excuses ;
Nurse. Romeo can, Nor tears, nor prayers, shall purchase out abuses, Though heaven cannot :-0 Romeo ! Romeo! Therefore use none: let Romeo hence in haste, Who ever would have thought it?-Romeo ! Else, when he's found, that hour is his last. Jul. What devil art thou, that dost torment Bear hence this body, and attend our will :
me thus ? Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill. This torture should be roar'd in dismal hell.
[Exeunt. Hath Romeo slain himself ? say thou but I,
And that bare vowel I shall poison more SCENE II.-A room in CAPULET's house. Than the death-darting eye of cockatriæ:
I am not I, if there be such an I;
Or those eyes shut, that make thee answer, 1. Jul. Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds, "If he be slain, say—I; or if not, no: Towards Phoebus' mansion ; such a waggoner Brief sounds determine of my weal, or woe. As Phaeton would whip you to the west,
Nurse. I saw the wound, I saw it with mine And bring in cloudy night immediately.-
eyes,Spread thy close curtain, love-performing night! God save the mark !-here on his manly breast : That run-away's eyes may wink; and Romeo A piteous corse, a bloody piteous corse; Leap to these arms, untalk'd of, and unseen !- Pale, pale as ashes, all bedawb'd in blood, Lovers can see to do their amorous rites All in gore blood;- I swoonded at the sight. By their own beauties : or, if love be blind, Jul. o break, my heart !-poor bankrupt, It best agrees with night.-Come, civil night,
break at once!
To prison, eyes ! ne'er look on liberty! All this is comfort ; Wherefore weep I then ?
Like damned guilty deeds to sinners' minds :
Was woe enough, if it had ended there : Is Romeo slaughter'd ; and is Tybalt dead ? Or,-if sour woe delights in fellowship, My dear-lov'd cousin, and my dearer lord ?- And needly will be rank’d with other griefs, Then, dreadful trumpet, sound the general Why follow'd not, when she said—Tybalt's dead, doom !
Thy father, or thy mother, nay, or both, For who is living, if those two are gone? Which modern lamentation might have mov’d?
Nurse. Tybalt is gone, and Romeo banished; But, with a rear-ward following Tybalt's death, Romeo that kill'd him, he is banished.
Romeo is banished, -to speak that word, Jul. O God !-did Romeo's hand shed Ty- Is father, mother, Tybalt, Romeo, Juliet, balt's blood ?
All slain, all dead :- Romeo is banished, Nurse. It did, it did ; alas the day! it did. There is no end, no limit, measure, bound, Jul. ( serpent heart, hid with a flowering In that word's death ; no words can that woe face !
sound.Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave?
Where is my father, and my mother, nurse? Beautiful tyrant! fiend angelical !
Nurse. Weeping and wailing over Tybalt's Dove-feather'd raven! wolfish-ravening lamb! Despised substance of divinest show !
Will you go to them? I will bring you thither. Just opposite to what thou justly seem'st, Jul. Wash they his wounds with tears ? mine A damned saint, an honourable villain !
shall be spent, 0, nature ! what ḥadst thou to do in hell, When theirs are dry, for Romeo's banishment. When thou did'st bower the spirit of a fiend
Take those cords :-Poor ropes, you are beIn mortal paradise of such sweet flesh ?
But I, a maid, die maiden-widowed.
Come, cords ; come, nurse; I'll to my wedding No faith, no honesty in men; all perjur'd,
bed ; All forsworn, all naught, all dissemblers.- And death, not Romeo, take my maidenhead ! Ah, where's my man? give me some aqua vitæ :- Nurse. Hie to your chamber: I'll find Romeo These griefs, these woes, these sorrows make me To comfort you :- I wot well where he is. old.
Hark ye, your Romeo will be here at night; Shame come to Romeo !
l'll to him ; he is hid at Laurence' cell. Jul. Blister'd be thy tongue,
Jul. O find him! give this ring to my true For such a wish! he was not born to shame:
knight, Upon his brow shame is asham'd to sit;
And bid him come to take his last farewell. Por 'tis a throne where honour may be crown'd
[Ereunt. Sole monarch of the universal earth. 0, what a beast was I to chide at him!
SCENE III.-Friar LAURENCE's cell. Nurse. Will you speak well of him that kill'd
Enter Friar LAURENCE and Romeo. Jul. Shall I speak ill of him that is my hus. Fri. Romeo, come forth; come forth, thou band?
fearful man ; Ah, poor my lord, what tongue shall smooth thy Affliction is enamour’d of thy parts, name,
And thou art wedded to calamity. When I, thy three-hours wife, have mangled it? Rom. Father, what news? what is the prince's But, wherefore, villain, didst thou kill my cou- doom? sin ?
What sorrow craves acquaintance at my hand, That villain cousin would have kill'd my hus- That I yet know not? band :
Fri. Too familiar
I bring thee tidings of the prince's doom.
Rom. What less than dooms-day is the prince's My hushand lives, that Tybalt would have slain; doom? And Tybalt’s dead, that would have slain my Fri. A gentler judgment vanish'd from his lips, husband :
Not body's death, but body's banishment.
your cousin ?
your will ?
Rom. Ha! banishment ? be merciful, say- Doting like me, and like me banished, death :
Then might'st thou speak, then might'st thou For exile hath more terror in his look,
tear thy hair, Much more than death : do not say—banish- And fall upon the ground, as I do now, ment.
Taking the measure of an unmade grave. Fri. Hence from Verona art thou banished: Fri. Arise ; one knocks; good Romeo, hide Be patient, for the world is broad and wide.
[Knocking within. Rom. There is no world without Verona walls, Rom. Not I; unless the breath of heart-sick But purgatory, torture, hell itself.
groans, Hence-banished is banish'd from the world, Mist-like, infold me from the search of eyes. And world's exile is death :--then banishment
[Knocking. Is death mis-term’d: calling death-banishment, Fri. Hark, how they knock !—Who's there? Thou cut'st my head off with a golden axe,
Romeo, arise; And smil'st upon the stroke that murders me. Thou wilt be taken :-Stay a while : stand up; Fri. O deadly sin ! O rude unthankfulness !
[Knocking Thy fault our law calls death; but the kind Run to my study :-By and by :-God's will! prince,
What wilfulness is this?-I come, I come. Taking thy part, hath rush'd aside the law,
[Knocking: And turn'd that black word death to banishment: Who knocks so hard? whence come you? what's This is dear mercy, and thou seest it not. Rom. 'Tis torture, and not mercy : heaven is Nurse. [Within.] Let me come in, and you here,
shall know my
Fri. Welcome then.
made drunk. Who, even in pure and vestal modesty,
Nurse. O, he is even in my mistress' case,
Fri. O woeful sympathy !
Nurse. Even so lies she,
Stand up, stand up; stand, an you be a man: No sudden mean of death, though ne'er so mean, For Juliet's sake, for her sake, rise and stand; But-banished-to kill me ; banished ? Why should you fall into so deep an 0? O friar, the damned use that word in hell ; Rom. Nurse! Howlings attend it: How hast thou the heart, Nurse. Ah sir! Ah sir !-Well, death's the Being a divine, a ghostly confessor,
end of all. A sin-absolver, and my friend profess'd,
Rom. Spak’st thou of Juliet ? how is it with To mangle me with that word-banishment ?
her? Fri. T'hou fond mad man, hear me but speak Doth she not think me an old murderer, a word.
Now I have stain'd the childhood of our joy Rom. O, thou wilt speak again of banishment. With blood remov'd but little from her own? Fri. I'll give thee armour to keep off that word; Where is she? and how doth she? and what Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy,
says To comfort thee, though thou art banished. My conceal’d lady to our cancell'd love?
Rom. Yet banished-hang up philosophy! Nurse. O, she says nothing, sir, but wæps Unless philosophy can make a Juliet, Displant a town, reverse a prince's doom ; And now falls on her bed ; and then starts up, It helps not, it prevails not, talk no more. And Tybalt calls ; and then on Romeo cries,
Fri. O, then I see, that madmen have no ears. And then down falls again. Rom. How should they, when that wise men Rom. As if that name, have no eyes?
Shot from the deadly level of a gun, Fri. Let me dispute with thee of thy estate. Did murder her; as that name's cursed hand Rom. Thou canst not speak of what thou dost Murder’d her kinsman.- tell me, friar, tell me, not feel :
In what vile part of this anatomy, Wert thou as young as I, Juliet thy love, Doth my, name lodge ? tell me, that I may sack An hour but married, Tybalt murdered, The hateful mansion. [Drawing his sword
Fri. Hold thy desperate hand :
Nurse. Here, sir, a ring she bade me give Art thou a man? thy form cries out, thou art ; Thy tears are womanish; thy wild acts denote Hie you, make haste, for it grows very late. The unreasonable fury of a beast :
[Exit Nurse. Unseemly woman, in a seeming man !
Rom. How well my comfort is reviv'd by this! Or ill-beseeming beast, in seeming both ! Fri. Go hence: Good night; and here stands Thou hast amaz'd me: by my holy order,
all your state ;I thought thy disposition better temper'd. Either begone before the watch be set, Hast thou slain Tybalt? wilt thou slay thyself ? Or by the break of day disguis'd from hence : And slay thy lady too that lives in thee, Sojourn in Mantua ; I'll find out your man, By doing damned hate upon thyself?
And he shall signify from time to time Why rail'st thou on thy birth, the heaven, and Every good hap to you, that chances here: earth?
Give me thy hand; 'tis late: farewell; good Since birth, and heaven, and earth, all three do night. meet
Rom. But that a joy past joy calls out on me, In thee at once; which thou at once would'st It were a grief, so brief to part with thee: lose.
[Exeunt. Fy,fy! thou sham'st thy shape, thy love, thy wit; Which, like an usurer, abound'st in all,
SCENE IV.-A room in CAPULET's house. And usest none in that true use indeed, Which should bedeck thy shape, thy love, thy wit.
Enter CAPULET, Lady Capulet, and Paris. Thy noble shape is but a form of wax,
Cap. Things have fallen out, sir, so unluckily, Digressing from the valour of a man :
That we have had no time to move our daughter : Thy dear love, sworn, but hollow perjury, Look you, she lov'd her kinsman Tybalt dearly, Killing that love, which thou hast vow'd to And so did I ;-Well, we were born to die.cherish :
'Tis very late, she'll not come down to-night: Thy wit, that ornament to shape and love, I promise you, but for your company, Mis-shapen in the conduct of them both, I would have been a-bed an hour ago. Like powder in a skill-less soldier's flask,
Par. These times of woe afford no time to woo : Is set on fire by thine own ignorance,
Madam, good night: commend me to your daughAnd thou dismember'd with thine own defence.
ter. What, rouse thee, man! thy Juliet is alive, La. Cap. I will, and know her mind early For whose dear sake thou wast but lately dead ;
to-morrow; There art thou happy: Tybalt would kill thee, To-night she's mew'd up to her heaviness. But thou slew’st Tybalt; there art thou happy Cap. Sir Paris, I will make a desperate tender too :
Of my child's love: I think, she will be ruld The law, that threaten’d death, becomes thy In all respects by me; nay more, I doubt it not. friend,
Wife, go you to her ere you go to bed; And turns it to exíle ; there art thou happy : Acquaint her here of my son Paris' love ; A pack of blessings lights upon thy back; And bid her, mark you me, on Wednesday nextHappiness courts thee in her best array; But, soft ; What day is this? But, like a misbehav'd and sullen wench,
Par. Monday, my lord. Thou pout'st upon thy fortune and thy love: Cap. Monday? ha! ha! Well, Wednesday is Take heed, take heed, for such die miserable.
too soon, Go, get thee to thy love, as was decreed, O'Thursday let it be ;-o'Thursday, tell her, Ascend her chamber, hence and comfort her ; She shall be married to this noble carl :But, look, thou stay not till the watch be set, Will you be ready ? do you like this haste ? For then thou canst not pass to Mantua ; We'll keep no great ado;-a friend, or two:Where thou shalt live, till we can find a time For hark you, Tybalt being slain so late, To blaze your marriage, reconcile your friends, It may be thought we held it carelessly, Beg pardon of the prince, and call thee back Being our kinsman, if we revel much : With twenty hundred thousand times more joy Therefore we'll have some half a dozen friends, Than thou went'st forth in lamentation.- And there an end. But what say you to Thursday? Go before, nurse : commend me to thy lady; Par. My lord, I would that Thursday were And bid her hasten all the house to bed,
to-morrow. Which heavy sorrow makes them apt unto: Cap. Well, get you gone :-O'Thursılay be
it then :Nurse. 0, Lord, I could have staid here all Go you to Juliet ere you go to bed,
Prepare her, wife, against this wedding-dayTo hear good counsel : 0, what learning is ! Farewell, my lord.—Light to my chamber, ho! My lord, I'll tell my lady you will come. Afore me, it is so very late, that we Rom. Do so, and bid my sweet prepare to May call it early by and by :-Good night. chide.
Romeo is coming.