SCENE II. A Room in CAPULET'S House. Enter JULIEt. Jul. Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds, Come night, come Romeo, come thou day in night; Whiter than new snow upon a raven's back. Come, gentle night; come, loving, black-brow'd night, Take him and cut him out in little stars, As is the night before some festival To an impatient child that hath new robes, And may not wear them. O! here comes my nurse. Enter Nurse, with Cords. And she brings news; and ev'ry tongue, that speaks What hast thou there? the cords Now, nurse, what news? Nurse. Ay, ay, the cords. [Throws them down. Jul. Ah me! what news? why dost thou wring thy hands? Ah well-a-day! he's dead, he's dead, he's dead! Nurse. We are undone, lady, we are undone ! Alack the day! he's gone, he's kill'd, he's dead! Romeo can, O Romeo, Romeo! Who ever would have thought it? Romeo! Jul. What devil art thou, that dost torment me thus? Or those eyes shut, that make thee answer, I. no: Brief sounds determine of my weal or woe. Nurse. I saw the wound, I saw it with mine eyes, God save the mark! - here on ais manly breast: A piteous corse, a bloody piteous corse; Pale, pale as ashes, all bedaub'd in blood, All in gore blood; I swounded at the sight. poor bankrupt, break at once! To prison, eyes; ne'er look on liberty: Vile earth, to earth resign; end motion here, O courteous Tybalt! honest gentleman! Jul. What storm is this that blows so contrary? Is Romeo slaughter'd? and is Tybalt dead? Nurse. Tybalt is gone, and Romeo banished: Jul. O God! did Romeo's hand shed Tybalt's blood? 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? Beautiful tyrant! fiend angelical! Nurse. There's no trust, No faith, no honesty in men; all perjur'd, All forsworn, all naught, all dissemblers. Ah! where's my man? give me some aqua vitæ: These griefs, these woes, Shame come to Romeo! Jul. these sorrows make me old. 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 't is a throne where honour may be crown'd 0, what a beast was I to chide at him! Nurse. Will you speak well of him that kill'd your cousin? But, wherefore, villain, didst thou kill my Which you, mistaking, offer up to joy. My husband lives, that Tybalt would have slain; And Tybalt's dead, that would have slain my husband: Some word there was, worser than Tybalt's death, That murder'd me. I would forget it fain; But, O! it presses to my memory, Like damned guilty deeds to sinners' minds: That - banished, that one word banished, Hath slain ten thousand Tybalts. Tybalt's death Nurse. Weeping and wailing over Tybalt's corse: 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: He made you for a highway to my bed, But I, a maid, die maiden-widowed. Come, cords; come, nurset I'll to my wedding bed; Nurse. Hie to your chamber; I'll find Romeo To comfort you: Hark ye, your Romeo will be here at night: I'll to him; he is hid at Laurence' cell. Jul. 0, find him! give this ring to my true knight, And bid him come to take his last farewell. SCENE III. Friar LAURENCE'S Cell. Enter Friar LAURENCE and ROMEO. [Exeunt. Fri. Romeo, come forth; come forth, thou fearful man: Affliction is enamour'd of thy parts, And thou art wedded to calamity. Rom. Father, what news? what is the prince's doom? What sorrow craves acquaintance at my hand, Is my dear son with such sour company: I bring thee tidings of the prince's doom. Rom. What less than dooms-day is the prince's doom? Not body's death, but body's banishment, Rom. Ha! banishment? be merciful, say For exile hath more terror in his look, Much more than death: do not say - banishment. Be patient, for the world is broad and wide. - death; Rom. There is no world without Verona walls; But purgatory, torture, hell itself. Hence banished is banish'd from the world, And smil'st upon the stroke that murders me. |