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Rom. Tybalt, the reason that I have to love | Thy beauty hath made me effeminate,
Doth much excuse the appertaining rage
Mer. O calm, dishonourable, vile submission!
Tyb. What would'st thou have with me? Mer. Good king of cats, nothing, but one of your nine lives; that I mean to make bold withal, and, as you shall use me hereafter, dry-beat the rest of the eight. Will you pluck your sword out of his pilcher by the ears? make haste, lest mine be about your ears ere it be out. Tyb. I am for you. [Drawing. Rom. Gentle Mercutio, put thy rapier up. Mer. Come, sir, your passado. [They fight. Rom. Draw, Benvolio;
Beat down their weapons:-Gentlemen, for shame,
Forbear this outrage ;-Tybalt-MercutioThe prince expressly hath forbid this bandying In Verona streets :-hold, Tybalt ;-good Mercutio. [Exeunt Tybalt and his Partizans. Mer. I am hurt ;
A plague o' both the houses!-I am sped :Is he gone, and hath nothing?
Ben. What, art thou hurt?
Mer. Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch; marry, 'tis enough.
Where is my page?-Go, villain, fetch a sur[Exit Page. Rom. Courage, man; the hurt cannot be much. Mer. No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church door; but 'tis enough, 'twill serve: ask for me to-morrow, and you shall find me a grave man. I am peppered, I warrant, for this world:-A plague o' both your houses!— 'Zounds, a dog, a rat, a mouse, a cat, to scratch a man to death! a braggart, a rogue, a villain, that fights by the book of arithmetic!-Why the devil came you between us? I was hurt under your arm.
Rom. I thought all for the best.
Mer. Help me into some house, Benvolio, Or I shall faint.-A plague o' both your houses! They have made worm's meat of me; I have it, and soundly too :—Your houses! [Exeunt Mercutio and Benvolio. Rom. This gentleman, the prince's near ally, My very friend, hath got his mortal hurt In my behalf; my reputation stain'd With Tybalt's slander, Tybalt, that an hour Hath been my kinsman :-O sweet Juliet,
And in my temper soften'd valour's steel. Re-enter BENVOLIO.
Ben. O Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio's dead;
That gallant spirit hath aspir'd the clouds,
This but begins the woe, others must end.
Ben. Here comes the furious Tybalt back
Rom. Alive! in triumph! and Mercutio slain ! Away to heaven, respective lenity, And fire-ey'd fury be my conduct now!Now, Tybalt, take the villain back again, That late thou gav'st me; for Mercutio's soul Is but a little way above our heads, Staying for thine to keep him company; Either thou, or I, or both, must go with him. Tyb. Thou, wretched boy, that didst consort him here,
Shalt with him hence.
Rom. This shall determine that.
[They fight; Tybalt falls. Ben. Romeo, away, be gone! The citizens are up, and Tybalt slain :Stand not amaz'd:-the prince will doom thee death,
If thou art taken :-hence !-begone!-away!
Enter Citizens, &c.
1 Cit. Which way ran he, that kill'd Mercutio? Tybalt, that murderer, which way ran he? Ben. There lies that Tybalt.
1 Cit. Up, sir, go with me; charge thee in the prince's name, obey. Enter Prince, attended; MONTAGUE, CAPULET, their Wives, and Others.
Prin. Where are the vile beginners of this fray?
Ben. O noble prince, I can discover all The unlucky manage of this fatal brawl: There lies the man, slain by young Romeo, That slew thy kinsman, brave Mercutio.
La. Cap. Tybalt, my cousin!-O my brother's child!
Unhappy sight! ah me, the blood is spill'd
Prin. Benvolio, who began this bloody fray?
Romeo, that spoke him fair, bade him bethink How nice the quarrel was, and urg'd withal
Your high displeasure:-All this-uttered
Could not take truce with the unruly spleen
His agile arm beats down their fatal points,
Thou sober-suited matron, all in black,
Think true love acted, simple modesty.
For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night
Whiter than new snow on a raven's back.-
Give me my Romeo: and, when he shall die,
Could draw to part them, was stout Tybalt slain ; | Not yet enjoy'd: So tedious is this day,
And, as he fell, did Romeo turn and fly :
La. Cap. He is a kinsman to the Montague,
Prin. Romeo slew him, he slew Mercutio;
His fault concludes but, what the law should end,
Prin. And, for that offence,
I have an interest in your hates' proceeding,
But I'll amerce you with so strong a fine,
SCENE II.-A room in CAPULET'S house.
Jul. Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds,
As is the night before some festival
To prison, eyes! ne'er look on liberty!
O courteous Tybalt! honest gentleman!
Jul. What storm is this, that blows so contrary?
Is Romeo slaughter'd; and is Tybalt dead?
For who is living, if those two are gone?
Nurse. It did, it did; alas the day! it did. Jul. O serpent heart, hid with a flowering face!
Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave?
Nurse. There's no trust,
No faith, no honesty in men; all perjur'd,
Shame come to Romeo!
Jul. Blister'd be thy tongue,
For such a wish! he was not born to shame: Upon his brow shame is asham'd to sit;
For 'tis a throne where honour may be crown'd Sole monarch of the universal earth.
O, what a beast was I to chide at him!
Nurse. Will you speak well of him that kill'd your cousin?
Jul. Shall I speak ill of him that is my husband?
Ah, poor my lord, what tongue shall smooth thy
When I, thy three-hours wife, have mangled it? But, wherefore, villain, didst thou kill my cou'sin?
That villain cousin would have kill'd my husband:
Back, foolish tears, back to your native spring;
All this is comfort; Wherefore weep I then?
Like damned guilty deeds to sinners' minds:
Where is my father, and my mother, nurse?
Will you go to them? I will bring you thither. Jul. Wash they his wounds with tears? mine
shall be spent,
When theirs are dry, for Romeo's banishment. Take up those cords:-Poor ropes, you are beguil'd,
Both you and I; for Romeo is exil'd;
Come, cords; come, nurse; I'll to my wedding bed;
And death, not Romeo, take my maidenhead!
Jul, O find him! give this ring to my true
And bid him come to take his last farewell.
Rom. Ha! banishment? be merciful, say- Doting like me, and like me banished,
Fri. Hence from Verona art thou banished: Be patient, for the world is broad and wide.
Rom. There is no world without Verona walls, But purgatory, torture, hell itself.
Hence-banished is banish'd from the world,
Taking thy part, hath rush'd aside the law,
Rom. 'Tis torture, and not mercy: heaven is
Where Juliet lives; and every cat, and dog,
No sudden mean of death, though ne'er so mean,
O friar, the damned use that word in hell;
Rom. O, thou wilt speak again of banishment. Fri. I'll give thee armour to keep off that word; Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy,
To comfort thee, though thou art banished.
Rom. 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. Fri. O, then I see, that madmen have no ears. Rom. How should they, when that wise men have no eyes?
Fri. Let me dispute with thee of thy estate. Rom. Thou canst not speak of what thou dost not feel:
Wert thou as young as I, Juliet thy love,
Then might'st thou speak, then might'st thou tear thy hair,
And fall upon the ground, as I do now,
Rom. Not I; unless the breath of heart-sick
Mist-like, infold me from the search of eyes. Knocking
Fri. Hark, how they knock!-Who's there?Romeo, arise;
Thou wilt be taken :-Stay a while :-stand up; Knocking
Run to my study:-By and by :-God's will! What wilfulness 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.
Stand up, stand up; stand, an you be a man:
Nurse. Ah sir! Ah sir!-Well, death's the end of all.
Rom. Spak'st thou of Juliet? how is it with her?
Doth she not think me an old murderer,
Fri. Hold thy desperate hand: Art thou a man? thy form cries out, thou art; Thy tears are womanish; thy wild acts denote The unreasonable fury of a beast : Unseemly woman, in a seeming man! Or ill-beseeming beast, in seeming both! Thou hast amaz'd me: by my holy order, I thought thy disposition better temper'd. Hast thou slain Tybalt? wilt thou slay thyself? And slay thy lady too that lives in thee, By doing damned hate upon thyself?
Why rail'st thou on thy birth, the heaven, and
Since birth, and heaven, and earth, all three do
In thee at once; which thou at once would'st lose.
Fy,fy! thou sham'st thy shape, thy love, thy wit;
Thy wit, that ornament to shape and love,
The law, that threaten'd death, becomes thy friend,
And turns it to exile; there art thou happy:
Nurse. O, Lord, I could have staid here all the night,
To hear good counsel: O, what learning is!—
Nurse. Here, sir, a ring she bade me give
you, make haste, for it grows very late. [Exit Nurse. Rom. How well my comfort is reviv'd by this! Fri. Go hence: Good night; and here stands all your state;
Either begone before the watch be set,
Rom. But that a joy past joy calls out on me,
SCENE IV.-A room in CAPULET'S house. Enter CAPULET, Lady CAPULET, and PARIS.
Cap. Things have fallen out, sir, so unluckily, That we have had no time to move our daughter: Look you, she lov'd her kinsman Tybalt dearly. And so did I ;-Well, we were born to die.'Tis very late, she'll not come down to-night: I promise you, but for your company, I would have been a-bed an hour ago.
Par. These times of woe afford no time to woo: Madam, good night: commend me to your daugh
La. Cap. I will, and know her mind early to-morrow;
To-night she's mew'd up to her heaviness.
Cap. Sir Paris, I will make a desperate tender Of my child's love: I think, she will be rul'd In all respects by me; nay more, I doubt it not. Wife, go you to her ere you go to bed; Acquaint her here of my son Paris' love; And bid her, mark you me, on Wednesday nextBut, soft; What day is this?
Par. Monday, my lord.
Cap. Monday? ha! ha! Well, Wednesday is too soon,
O'Thursday let it be ;-o'Thursday, tell her,