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Of Tybalt, deaf to peace, but that he tilts
Retorts it: Romeo he cries aloud,
Hold, friends! friends, part! and, swifter than his tongue,
His agile arm beats down their fatal points,
And 'twixt them rushes; underneath whose arm
An envious thrust from Tybalt hit the life
La. Cap. He is a kinsman to the Montague,
Prin. Romeo slew him, he slew Mercutio;
Mon. Not Romeo, prince, he was Mercutio's friend; His fault concludes but, what the law should end, The life of Tybalt.
Prin. And, for that offence,
Immediately we do exile him hence :
I have an interest in your hates' proceeding,
My blood for your rude brawls doth lie a bleeding;
That you shall all repent the loss of mine:
Nor tears, nor prayers, shall purchase out abuses,
SCENE II.-A room in CAPULET's house.
Jul. Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds, Towards Phoebus' mansion; such a waggoner As Phaeton would whip you to the west, And bring in cloudy night immediately.— Spread thy close curtain, love-performing night! That run-away's eyes may wink; and Romeo Leap to these arms, untalk'd of, and unseen!Lovers can see to do their amorous rites By their own beauties: or, if love be blind, It best agrees with night.-Come, civil night, Thou sober-suited matron, all in black, And learn me how to lose a winning match, Play'd for a pair of stainless maidenhoods: Hood my unmann'd blood bating in my cheeks With thy black mantle; till strange love, grown bold, Think true love acted, simple modesty.
Come, night!-Come, Romeo! come, thou day in
For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night
Whiter than new snow on a raven's back.
Come, gentle night; come, loving, black-brow'd night,
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 every tongue, that speaks But Romeo's name, speaks heavenly eloquence.--Now, nurse, what news? What hast thou there, the
That Romeo bade thee fetch?
Nurse. Ay, ay, the cords.
[Throws them down.
Jul. Ah me! what news! why dost thou wring thy
Nurse. Ah well-a-day! he's dead, he's dead, he's dead!
We are undone, lady, we are undone !—
Alack the day!—he's gone, he's kill'd, he's dead!
Nurse. Romeo can,
Though heaven cannot :-O Romeo! Romeo !---
Jul. What devil art thou, that dost torment me thus ?
Or those eyes shut, that make thee answer, I.
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 his manly breast: A piteous corse, a bloody piteous corse; Pale, pale as ashes, all bedawb'd in blood,
All in gore blood ;---I swoonded at the sight.
Jul. O break, my heart !---poor bankrupt, break at once !
To prison, eyes! ne'er look on liberty!
Vile earth, to earth resign; end motion here;
Jul. What storm is this, that blows so contrary?
Is Romeo slaughter'd; and is Tybalt dead?
Then, dreadful trumpet, sound the general doom!
Nurse. Tybalt is gone, and Romeo banished;
Jul. O God!-did Romeo's hand shed Tybalt's
Nurse. It did, it did; alas the day! it did.
Jul. O serpent heart, hid with a flow'ring face!
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 vita:These griefs, these woes, these sorrows make me old. 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
Jul. Shall I speak ill of him, that is my husband? Ah, poor my lord, what tongue shall smooth thy name,