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tell me,

I trow,


For now,

Jul. I'faith, I am sorry that thou art not well : Fri. Come, come with me, and we will make Sweet, sweet, sweet purse,

says my

short work ;

For, by your leaves, you shall not stay alone, Nurse. Your love says like an honest gentleman, || Till holy church incorporate two in one. (Exeunt. And a courteous, and å kind, and a handsome, And, I warrant, a virtuous :—Where is your mother?

Jul. Where is my mother ?--why, she is within ;
Where should she be? How oddly thou reply'st!
Your love says like an honest gentleman,-

Where is your mother?
0, God's lady dear!

SCENE 1.-A public place. Enter Mercutio,

Benvolio, Page, and Servants.
Are you so hot? Marry, come up,
Is this the poultice for my aching bones?

Ben. I pray thee, good Mercutio, let's retire; Henceforward do your messages yourself.

The day is hot, the Capulets abroad, Jul. Here's such a coil, b---come, what says Ro ||And, if we irreet, we shall not 'scape a brawl ;

these hot days, is the mad blood stirring. Nurse. Have you got leave to go to shrift to-day? Mer. Thou art like one of those fellows, that, Jul. I have.

when he enters the confines of a tavern, claps me Nurse. Then hie you hence tofriar Laurence' celí, his sword upon the table, and says, God send me There stays a husband to make you a wife: no need of thee! and, by the operation of the Now comes the wanton blood up in your cheeks, second cup, draws it on the drawer, when, indeed, They'll be in scarlet straight at any news.

there is no need. Hie you to church ; I must another way,

Ben. Am I like such a fellow ? To fetch a ladder, by the which your love

Mer. Come, come, thou art as hot a Jack in thy Must climb a bird's nest soon, when it is dark: mood as any in Italy ; and as soon moved to be I am the drudge, and toil in your delight; moody, and as soon moody to be moved. But you shall bear the burden soon at night.

Ben. And what to? Go, 1'll to dinner ; hie you to the cell.

Mer. Nay, and there were two such, we should Jul. Hie to bigh fortune !-honest nurse, fare-have none shortly, for one would kill the other. well.

{Exeunt. Thou! why thou wilt quarrel with a man that hath

a hair more, or a hair less, in his beard, than thou SCENE VI.-Friar Laurence's cell. Enter

hast. Thou wilt quarrel with a man for cracking Friar Laurence and Romeo.

nuts, having no other reason but because thou last Fri. So smile the heavens upon this holy act, hazel eyes , What eye, but such an eye, would spy That after hours' with sorrow chide us not? out such a quarrel ? Thy head is as full of quarrels,

Rom. Amen, amen! but come what sorrow can, as an egg is full of meat; and yet thy head hath It cannot countervail the exchange of joy

been beaten as addle as an egg, for quarrelling. That one short minute gives me in her sight: Thou hast quarrelled with a man for coughing in Do thou but close our hands with holy words, the street, because he hath wakened thy dog that Then love-devouring death do what he dare. hath lain asleep in the sun. Didst thou not fall out It is enough I may but call her mine.

with a tailor for wearing his new doublet before Fri. These violent delights have violent ends, Easter? with another, for tying his new shoes with And in their triumph die ; like fire and powder, old ribband? and yet thou wilt tutor me from quarWhich, as they kiss, consume: The sweetest honey relling? Is loathsome in his own deliciousness,

Ben. An I were so apt to quarrel as thou art,
And in the taste confounds the appetite: any man should buy the fee-simple of my life for
Therefore, love moderately ; long love doth 90; an hour and a quarter.
Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.

Mer. The fee-simple? O simple!
Enter Juliet.

Enter Tybalt, and others.
Here comes the lady :-0, so light a foot

Ben. By my head, here come the Capulets. Will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint:

Mer. By my heel, I care not. A lover may bestride the gossamersa

Tyb. Follow me close, for I will speak to them. That idle in the wanton summer air,

Gentlemen, good den : a word with one of you. And yet not fall; so light is vanity.

Mer. And but one word with one of us ? Couple Jul. Good even to my ghostly confessor. it with something; make it a word and a blow. Fri. Romeo shall thank thee, daughter, for us T'yb. You will find me apt enough to that, sir, both.


you will give me occasion. Jul. As much to him, else are his thanks too Mer. Could you not take some occasion without much.

giving ? Rom. Ah, Juliet, if the measure of thy joy Tyb. Mercutio, thou consortest with Romeo, Be heap'd like mine, and that thy skill be more Mer. Consort? what, dost thou make us minTo blazon it, then sweeten with thy breath strels? an thou make minstrels of us, look to hear This neighbour air, and let rich music's tongue nothing but discords : here's my fiddlestick ; here's Unfold the imagin'd happiness that both that shall make you dance. 'Zounds, consort! Receive in either by this dear encounter.

Ben. We talk here in the public haunt of men ; Jul. Conceit, more rich in matter than in words, | Either withdraw into some private place, Brags of his substance, not of ornament: Or reason coldly of yourgrievances, They are but beggars that can count their worth ; ||Or else depart; here all eyes gaze on us. But my true love is grown to such excess,

Mer. Men's eyes were made to look, and let I cannot sum up half my sum of wealth.

I will not budge for no man's pleasure, I. (1) Noise, bustle. (2) The long wbite filament which flies in the air. (3) Paint, display (4) Imagination VOL. II.

them gaze;

my love :

Enter Romeo.

And in my temper sosten'd valour's steel. Tyb. Well, peace be with you, sir; here comes

Re-enter Benvolio. my man. Mer. But I'll be hang'd, sir, if he wear your

Ben. O Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio's dead; livery:

That gallant spirit hath aspir'd the clouds, Marry, go before to field, be'll be your follower;

Which too untimely here did scorn the earth. Your worship, in that sense, may call bim-nan.

Rom. This day's black fate on more days doth Tyb. Romeo, the hate I bear thee, can afford

depend; No better term than this— Thou art a villain. This but begins the wo, others must end. Rom. Tybalt, the reason that I have to love

Re-enter Tybalt. thee Doth much excuse the appertaining rage

Ben. Here comes the furious Tybalt back again To such a greeting :- Villain am I none;

Rom. Alive! in triumph! and Mercutio slain ! Therefore farewell; I see, thou know'st me not. Away to heaveti, respective3 lenity, Tyb. Boy, this shall not excuse the injuries

And fire-ey'd fury be my conduci4 now ! That thou hast done ine; therefore turn, and draw. Now, Tybalt, take the villain back again, Rom. I do protest, I never injur'd thee;

That late thou gav'st me; for Mercutio's soul But love thee better than thou canst devise,

Is but a little way above our heads, Till thou shalt know the reason of

Staying for thine to keep him company; And so, good Capulet,—which name I tender

Either thou, or I, or both, must go with him. As dearly as mine own,--be satisfied.

Tyb. Thou, wretched boy, that didst consorts

him here, Mer. O calm, dishonourable, vile submission! A la stoccatal carries it away.


Shalt with him hence.

This shall determine that.
Tybalt, you rat-catcher, will you walk ?
Tyb. What would'st thou have with me?

(They fight; Tybalt falls. Mer. Good king of cats, nothing, but one of

Ben. Romeo, away, be gone!

your nine lives ; that I mean to make bold withal, and, || The citizens are up, and Tybalt slain : as you shall use me hereafter, dry-beat the rest of Stand not amaz’d:-the prince will doom thee the eight. Will you pluck your sword out of his

death, pilcher by the ears? make haste, lest mine be about If thou art taken :-henc3!-be gone !-away!

Rom. 0! I am fortune's fool!
your ears ere it be out.
Tyb. I am for you.


Why dost thou stay? Rom. Gentle Mercutio, put thy rapier up.

[Exit Romeo. Mer. Come, sir, your passado. [They fight

Enter Citizens, &c. Rom. Draw, Benvolio; Beat down their weapons:-Gentlemen, for shame 1 Cit. Which way ran he, that kill'd Mercutio? Forbear this outrage ;-Tybalt-Mercutio- Tybalt, that murderer, which way ran he? The prince expressly hath forbid this bandying

Ben. There lies that Tybalt. In Verona streets :-Hold, Tybalt;---good Mercutio.

1 Cit.

Up, sir, go with me; (Exeunt Tybalt and his Partizanis. ||I charge thee in the prince's name, obey. Mer. I am hurt:A plague o’both the houses !-- I am sped :

Enter Prince, attended ; Montague, Capulet, their

wives, and others. Is he gone, and hath nothing? Ben.

What, art thou hurt? Prin. Where are the vile beginners of this fray ? Mer. Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch; marry, 'tis

Ben. O noble prince, I can discover all enough.—

The unlucky manage of this fatal brawl : Where is my page!--go, villain, fetch a surgeon.

There lies the man slain by young Romeo,

[Exit Page ||That slew thy kinsman, brave Mercutio. Rom. Courage, man; the hurt cannot be much. La. Cap. Tybalt, my cousin !- my brother's Mer. No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide

child! as a church-door; but'tis enough, 'twill serve : ask Unhappy sight! ah me, the blood is spill?d for me to-morrow, and you shall find me a grave

Of my dear

kinsman Prince, as thou art true, I am pepperd, I warrant, for this world :-|For blood of ours, shed blood of Montague.A plague o'both your houses !-Zounds, a dog, a

O cousin, cousin ! rat, a mouse, a cat, to scratch a man to death! a Prin. Benvolio, who began this bloody fray? braggart, a rogue, a villain, that fights by the book Ben. Tybalt, here slain, whom Romeo's hand did of arithmetic !-hy, the devil, came you between

slay; us? I was hurt under your arm.

Romeo that spoke him fair, bade him bethink
Rom. I thought all for the best

How nice the quarrel was, and urg'd withal
Mer. Help me into some housė, Benvolio, Your high displeasure :- All this uttered
Ör I shall faint.--A plague o'both your houses !

With gentle breath, calm look, knees humble They have made worm's meat of me :

bow'd, I have it, and soundly too :-Your houses !

Could not take truce with the unruly spleen (Exeunt Mercutio and Benvolio. of Tybalt deaf to peace, but that he tilts Rom. This gentleman, the prince's near ally,

With piercing steel at bold Mercutio's breast; My very friend, hath got his mortal hurt Who, all as hot, turns deadly point to point, In my behalf; my reputation stain'd

And, with a martial scorn, with one hands beats With Tybalt's slander, Tybalt, that an hour Cold death aside, and with the other sends Hath been my kinsman : -- sweet Juliet, It back to Tybalt, whose dexterity Thy beauty hath made me effeminate,

Retorts it: Romeo, he cries aloud, (1) The Italian term for a thrust or stab with a (3) Cool, considerate gentleness. rapier,

(4) Conduct for conductor. (5) Accompany. (2) Case or scabbard.

(6) Just and upright. (7) Slight, unimportant.



Romeo can,

Hold, friends! friends, part! and, swifter than || Not yet enjoy'd : So tedious is this day, his tongue,

As is the night before some festival His agile arm beats down their fatal points, To an impatient child, that hath new robes,' And 'twixt them rushes ; underneath whose arm And may not wear them. O, here comes my nurse, An envious thrust from Tybalt hit the life Of stout Mercutio, and then Tybalt fled :

Enter Nurse, with cords. But by and by comes back to Romeo,

And she brings news; and every tongue that Who had but newly entertain'd revenge,

speaks And to't they go like lightning ; for, ere I But Romeo's name, speaks heavenly eloquence.-. Could draw to part them, was stout Tybalt slain; Now, nurse, what news? What hast thou there? And, as he fell, did Romeo turn and fy:

the cords, This is the truth, or let Benvolio die.

That Romeo bade thee fetch ? La. Cap. He is a kinsman to the Montague,


Ay, ay, the cords. Affection makes him false, he speaks not true :

(Throws them down. Some twenty of them fought in this black strife, Jul. Ah me! what news? why dost thou wring And all those twenty could but kill one life:

thy hands? I beg for justice, which thou, prince, must give; Nurse. Ah well-a-day! he's dead, he's dead, he's Romeo slew Tybalt, Romeo must not live.

dead! Prin. Romeo slew him, he slew Mercutio; We are undone, lady, we are undone Who now the price of his dear blood doth owe? Alack the day!-be's gone, he's killid, he's dead! Mon. Not Romeo, prince, he was Mercutio's Jul. Can heaven be so envious ?

His fault concludes but, what the law should end,|| Though heaven cannot :- Romeo! Romeo !-
The life of Tybalt.

Who ever could have thought it?—Romeo !
And, for that offence,

Jul. What devil art thou, that dost torment me Immediately we do exíle him hence:

I have an interest in your hates' proceeding, This torture should be roar'd in dismal hell.
My blood for your rude brawls doth lie a bleeding ; || Hath Romeo slain himself? say thou but 1,5
But I'll amercel you with so strong a fine, And that bare vowel I shall poison more

you shall all repent the loss of mine : Than the death-darting eye of cockatrice: I will be deaf to pleading and excuses;

I am not ), if there be such an I; Nor tears, nor prayers, shall purchase out abuses, Or those eyes shut, that make the answer, I. Therefore use none : let Romeo hence in haste, If he be slain, say I; or if not, no: Else, when he's found, that hour is his last. Brief sounds determine of my weal, or wo. Bear bence this body, and attend our will; Nurse. I saw the wound, I saw it with mine Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill.


(Exeunt. God save the mark !-here, on his manly breast: SCENE II.-A room in Capulet's house. Enter || Pale, pale as ashes, all bedaub'd in blood,

A piteous corse, a bloody piteous corse;

All in gore blood; I swooned at the sight.
Jul. Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds, Jul. O break, my heart !- poor bankrupt, break
Towards Phoebus' mansion; such a waggoner

at once! As Phaeton would whip you to the west, To prison, eyes! ne'er look on liberty ! And bring in cloudy night immediately.- Vile earth, to earth resign; end motion here; Spread thy close curtain, love-performing night! And thou, and Romeo, press one heavy bier! That run-away's eyes may wink; and Romeo Nurse.' O Tybalt, Tybalt, the best friend I had ! Leap to these arms, untalk'd of, and unseen ! O courteous Tybalt! honest gentleman ! Lovers can see to do their amorous rites

That ever I should live to see thee dead! By their own beauties : or, if love be blind,

Jul. What storm is this, that blows so contrary ? It best agrees with night.--Come, civil? night, Is Romeo slaughter'd; and is Tybalt dead? Thou sober-suited matron, all in black,

My dear-lov'd cousin, and my dearer lord ?-And learn me how to lose a winning match, Then, dreadful trumpet, sound the general doom! Play'd for a pair of stainless maidenhoods : For who is living, if those two are gone? Hood my unmann'd blood bating in my cheeks,3 Nurse. Tybalt is gone, and Romeo banished; With thy black mantle; till strange love, grown Rorneo, that kill'd him, he is banished. bold,

Jul. O God !-did Romeo's hand shed Tybalt's Think true love acted, simple modesty.

blood ? Come, night!-Come, Romeo !-come, thou day in Nurse. It did, it did; alas the day! it did. night!

Jul. O serpent beart, hid with a flow'ring face! For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave? Whiter than new snow on a raven's back.--- Beautiful tyrant! fiend angelical ! Come, gentle night; come, loving, black-brow'd Dove-feather'd raven ! wolvish-ravening lamb! night,

Despised substance of divinest show! Give me my Romeo: and, when he shall die, Just opposite to what thou justly seem'st, Take him, and cut him out in little stars,

A damned saint, an honourable villain And he will make the face of heaven so fine, O, nature ! what hadst thou to do in hell, That all the world will be in love with night, When thou didst bower the spirit of a fiend And pay no worship to the garisht sun.

In mortal paradise of such sweet flesh ? 0, I have bought the mansion of a love,

Was ever book, containing such vile matter, But not possess'd it; and, though I am sold, So fairly bound? O, that deceit should dwelt

(1) Punish by fine. (2) Grave, solemn. (5) In Shakspeare's time the affirmative particle 13) These are terms of falconry.

ay was usually written 1, and here it is necessary 14) Gaudy, showy.

to retain the old spelling.

band :

In such a gorgeous palace!

Affliction is enamour'd of thy parts, Nurse.

There's no trust, And thou art wedded to calamity. No faith, no honesty in men; all perjurid,

Rom. Father, what news? what is the prince's All forsworn, all naughi, all dissemblers.

doom? Ah, where's my man? give me some aqua vitæ : What sorrow craves acquaintance at my hand, These griefs, these woes, these sorrows make me old | That I yet know not? Shume come to Romeo !


Too familiar Jul.

Blister'd be thy tongue, Is my dear son with such cour company : For such a wish! he was not born to shame : I bring thee tidings of the prince's doom. Upon his brow shame is asham'd to sit;

Rom. What less than doomsday is the prince's For 'tis a throne where honour may be crown'd

doom? Sole monarch of the universal earth.

Fri. A gentler judgment vanish'd from his lips; 0, what a beast was I to chide at him!

Not body's death, but body's banishment. Nurse. Will you speak weli of him that kill'd Rom Ha! banishment? be merciful, say-death: your cousin ?

For exile hath more terror in his look, Jul. Shall I speak ill of him that is my husband? | Much more than death: do not say-banishment. Ah, poor my lord, what tongue shall smooth thy Fri. Hence from Verona art thou banished: name,

Be patient, for the world is broad and wide. When I, thy three-bours' wife, have mangled it?- Rom. There is no world withoạt Verona walls, But wherefore, villain, didst thou kill my cousin ? But purgatory, torture, hell itself. That villain cousin would have kill'd my husband: Hence-banished is banish'd from the world, Back, foolish tears, back to your native spring ; And world's exíle is death :-then banishment Your tributary drops belong to wo,

Is death mis-term'd: calling death—banishment, Which you, mistaking, offer up to joy:

Thou cut'st my head off with a golden axe, My husband lives, that Tybali would have slain ; And smil'st upon the stroke that murders me. And Tybalt's dead, that would have slain my hus- Fri. O deadly sin ! O rude unthankfulness !

Thy fault our law calls death; but the kind prince,
All this is comfort; Wherefore weep I then ? Taking thy part, hath rush'd aside the law,
Some word there was, worser than Tybalt's death, And turn'd that black word death to banishment:
That murder'd me: I would forget it fain; This is dear mercy, and thou seest it not.
But, O! it

to my memory,

Rom 'Tis torture, and not mercy: beaven is here, Like damned guilty deeds to sinners' minds : Where Juliet lives; and every cat, and dog, Tybalt is dead, and Romeombanished;

And little mouse, every unworthy thing,
That-banished, that one wordbanished, Live here in heaven, and may look on her,
Hath slain ten thousand Tybalts! Tybalt's death || But Romeo may not.—More validity,
Was wo enough, if it had ended there :

More honourable state, more courtship lives
Or,-if sour wo delights in fellowship,

In carrion flies, than Romeo: they may seize And needly will be rank'd with other griefs,- On the white wonder of dear Juliet's hand, Why follow'd not, when she said — Tybalt's dead,|| And steal immortal blessing from her lips; Thy father, or thy mother, nay, or both,

Who, even in pure and vestal modesty, Which modern2 lamentation might have mov'd? Still blush, as thinking their own kisses sin; But, with a rear-ward following Tybalt's death, But Romeo may not; he is banished: Romeo is banished,

,--to speak that word, Flies may do this, when I from this must ily; Is father, mother, Tybalt, Romeo, Juliet,

They are free men, but I am banished. All slain, all dead :--Romeo is banished, And say'st thou yet, that exile is not death ? There is no end, no limit, measure, bound, Hadst thou no poison mix'd, no sharp-ground knife, In that word's death ; no words can that wo| No sudden mean of death, though ne'er so mean, sound

But-banished-to kill me; banished? Where is my father, and my mother, nurse? O friar, the damned use that word in hell;

Nurse. Weeping and wailing over Tybalt's corse: || Howlings attend it : How hast thou the heart, Will

you go to them? I will bring you thither. Being a divine, a ghostly confessor, Jul. Wash they his wounds with tears? mine A sin-absolver, and my friend profess'd,

To mangle me with that word—banishment? When theirs are dry, for Romeo's banishment. Fri. Thou fond madman, hear me but speak a Take

those cords: – Poor ropes, you are beguild,

word Both you and I ; for Romeo is exild:

Rom. O, thou wilt speak again on banishment. He made you for a highway to iny bed;

Fri. I'll give thee armour to keep off that word; But I, a maid, die maiden-widowed.

Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy,
Come, cords ; come, nurse; I'll to my wedding bed ; || To comfort thee, though thou art banished.
And death, not Romeo, take my maidenhead! Rom. Yet banished?-Hang up philosophy!

Nurse. Hie to your chamber : I'll find Romeo Unless philosophy can make a Juliet,
To comfort you :- I wot well where he is. Displant a town, reverse a prince's doom;
Hark ye, your Romeo will be here at night; It helps not, it prevails not; talk no more.
I'll to him ; be is hid at Laurence' cell.

Fri. O, then I see that madmen have no ears.
Jul. O find him! give this ring to my true knight, Rom. How should they, when that wise men
And bid him come to take his last farewell. (Êxe. bave no eyes?
SCENE III.-Friar Laurence's cell.

Fri. Let me dispute with thee of thy estate.

Friar Laurence and Romeo.

Rom. T

canst not speak of what thou dost

not feel : Fri. Romeo, come forth; come forth, thou fear-Wert thou as young as I, Juliet thy love,

An hour but married, Tybalt murdered,

Doting like me, and like me banished, (1) i. e. Is worse than the loss of ten thousand Tybalts.

(2) Common. (3) Know. (4) Worth, value.

shall be spent,

ful man;

your will?

Then might'st thou speak, then might'st thou tear || Since birth, and heaven, and earth, all three do meet thy hair,

In thee at once; which thou at once wouldst lose. And fall upon the ground, as I do now,

Fie, fie! thou sham'st thy shape, thy love, thy wit; Taking the measure of an unmade grave. Which, like an usurer, abound'st in all, Fri. Arise ; one knocks; good Romeo, hide And usest none in that true use indeed thyself.

(Knocking within which should bedeck thy shape, thy love, thy wit. Rom. Not I; unless the breath of heart-sick || Thy noble shape is but a form of wax, groans,

Digressing from the valour of a man :
Mist-like, infold me from the search of eyes. Thy dear love, sworn, but hollow perjury,

(Knocking || Killing that love which thou hast vow'd to cberish: Fri. Hark, how they knock !-Who's there? Thy wit, that ornament to shape and love, Romeo, arise;

Mis-shapen in the conduct of them both, Thou wilt be taken :-Stay a while : stand up; Like powder in a skill-less soldier's flask,

(Knocking. I is set on fire by thine own ignorance, Run to my study :-By and by :-God's will ! And thou dismember'd with thine own defence: What wilfulness is this?-I come, I come. What, rouse thee, man! thy Juliet is alive,

(Knocking. For whose dear sake thou wast but lately dead; Who knocks so hard? whence come you? what's. There art thou happy : Tybalt would kill thee,

But thou slew'st Tybalt; ihere art thou happy too : Nurse. (Within.] Let me come in, and you shall ||The law, that threaten'd death, becomes thy friend, know my errand;

And turns it to exíle; there art thou happy:
I come from lady Juliet.

A pack of blessings lights upon thy back ;
Welcome then.

Happiness courts thee in her best array

But, like a mis-behav'd and sullen wench,
Enter Nurse.

Thou pout'st upon thy fortune and thy love: Nurse. O holy friar, 0, tell me, holy friar, Take heed, take heed, for such die miserable. Where is my lady's lord, where's Romeo ? Go, get thee to thy love, as was decreed, Fri. There, on the ground, with his own tears | Ascend her chamber, hence and comfort her; made drunk.

But, look, thou stay not till the watch be set, Nurse. O, he is even in my mistress' case, For then thou canst not pass to Mantua ; Just in her case !

Where thou shalt live, till we can find a time Fri. O woful sympathy!

To blaze your marriage, reconcile your friends, Piteous predicament !

Beg pardon of the prince, and call thee back Nurse.

Even so lies she, With twenty hundred thousand times more joy Blubbering and weeping, weeping and blubber- | Than thou went'st forth in :

Go before, nurse : commend me to thy lady, Stand up, stand up; stand, an you be a man: And bid her hasten all the house to bed, For Juliet's sake, for her sake, rise and stand; Which heavy sorrow makes them apt unto : Why should you fall into so deep an 0?

Romeo is coming. Rom. Nurse!

Nurse. O Lord, I could have staid here all the Nurse. Ah sir! ah sir !-Well, death's the end

night, of all.

To hear good counsel : 0, what learning is! Rom. Spak'st thou of Juliet? how is it with her? My lord, I'll tell my lady you will come. Doth she not think me an old murderer,

Rom. Do so, and bid my sweet prepare to chide. Now I have stain'd the childhood of our joy Nurse. Here, sir, a ring she bid me give you,

sir : With blood remov'd but little from her own? Hie you, make haste, for it grows very late. Where is she? and how doth she? and what says

(Exit Nurse. My conceal'd lady to our cancell'd love?

Rom. How well my comfort is reviv'd by this ! Nurse. O, she says nothing, sir, but weeps and Fri. Go hence: Good night; and bere stands ali

weeps; And now falls on her bed; and then starts up, Either be gone before the watch be set, And Tybalt calls; and then on Romeo cries, Or by the break of day disguis'd from hence: And then down falls again.

Sojourn in Mantua ; I'll find out your man, Rom.

As if that name,

And he shall signify from time to time Shot from the deadly level of a gun,

Every good hap to you, that chances here: Did murder her; as that name's cursed hand Give me thy hand ; 'tis late : farewell; good night. Murder'd her kinsman.-0 tell me, friar, tell me, Rom. But that a joy past joy calls out on me, In what vile part of this anatomy

It were a grief, so brief to part with thee: Doth my name lodge? tell me, that I may sack Farewell.

(Exeunt. The hateful mansion. (Drawing his sword. Fri. Hold thy desperate hand:

SCENE IV.-A room in Capulet's house. En. Art thou a man? thy form cries out, thou art;

ter Capulet, Lady Capulet, and Paris. Thy tears are womanish ; thy wild acts denote Cap. Things have fallen out, sir, so unluckily, The unreasonable fury of a beast :

That we have had no time to move our daughter : Unseemly woman, in a seeming man!

Look you, she lov'd her kinsman Tybalt dearly, Or ill-beseeming beast, in seeming both! And so did I ;-Well, we were born to die.Thou hast amaz'd me : by my holy order, l'T'is very late, she'll not come down to-night: I thought thy disposition better temper'd. I promise you, but for your company, Hast thou slain Tybalt? wilt thou slay thyself? I would have been a-bed an bour ago. And slay thy lady too that lives in thee,

Par. These times of wo afford no time to woo : By doing damned hate upon thyself?

Madam,good night: commend me to your daughWhy rail'st thou on thy birth, the heaven, and earth?

ter. (1) Torn to pieces with thine own weapons. (2) The whole of your fortune depends on this:

your state ;2

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