Who now the price of his dear blood doth owe? La. Mont. 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: 190 I have an interest in your hates' proceeding, That you shall all repent the loss of mine: I will be deaf to pleading and excuses; Nor tears, nor prayers, shall purchase out abuses, 199 [Exeunt. SCENE II. An Apartment in CAPULET's House. Enter JULIET. Jul. Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds, Gij 210 Lovers Lovers can see to do their amorous rites 220 Come, night!-Come, Romeo! come, thou day in night! For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night Come, gentle night; come, loving, black-brow'd night, Give me my Romeo: and, when he shall die, 230 To an impatient child, that hath new robes, Enter Nurse, with Cords. And she brings news; and every tongue, that speaks But Romeo's name, speaks heavenly eloquence. Now, Now, nurse, what news? What hast thou there the cords, That Romeo bid thee fetch? Nurse. Ay, ay, the cords. 240 Jul. Ay me! what news? why dost thou wring thy hands? 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! Jul. Can heaven be so envious? Nurse. Romeo can, Though heaven cannot :- O Romeo! Romeo!Who ever would have thought it ?—Romeo! Jul. What devil art thou, that dost torment me This torture should be roar'd in dismal hell. Or those eyes shut, that make thee answer, I, Brief sounds determine of my weal, or woe. 250 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; 260 All in gore blood;-I sownded at the sight. Jul. O break, my heart!-poor bankrupt, break at once! To prison, eyes! ne'er look on liberty! 271 Jul. What storm is this, that blows so contrary? Is Romeo slaughter'd? and is Tybalt dead? My dear-lov'd cousin, and my dearer lord?— Then, dreadful trumpet, sound the general doom! For who is living, if those two are gone? Nurse. Tybalt is gone, and Romeo banished; Romeo, that kill'd him, he is banished. Jul. O God!-did Romeo's hand shed Tybalt's blood? Nurse. It did, it did; alas the day! it did. Dove-feather'd raven! wolvish-ravening lamb! 280 290 In such a gorgeous palace! Nurse. There's no trust, No faith, no honesty in men; all perjur'd, Ah, where's my man? give me some aqua vitæ :— 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 : 300 For 'tis a throne where honour may be crown'd O, what a beast was I to chide at him! Nurse. Will you speak well of him that kill'd cousin? your Jul. Shall I speak ill of him that is my husband? Ah, poor my lord, what tongue shall smooth thy name, When I, thy three-hours wife, have mangled it ?— But, wherefore, villain, didst thou kill my cousin? That villain cousin would have kill'd my husband: Back, foolish tears, back to your native spring; 310 Your tributary drops belong to woe, Which you, mistaking, offer up to joy. My husband lives, that Tybalt would have slain ; But, O! it presses to my memory, Like damned guilty deeds to sinners' minds: Tybalt |