Rom. This day's black fate on more days doth depend; This but begins the woe, others must end. Re-enter TYBALT. Ben. Here comes the furious Tybalt back again. And fire-ey'd fury be my conduct now!— Either thou, or I, or both, muft go with him. Tyb. Thou, wretched boy, that didst confort him here, Shalt with him hence. The citizens are up, and Tybalt flain : Stand not amaz’d :—the prince will doom thee death, If thou art taken :-hence!-be gone!-away! Rom. O! I am fortune's fool! Ben. Why dost thou stay? [Exit ROMEO. 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, fir, go with me; I charge thee in the prince's name, obey. Enter Enter Prince, attended; MONTAGUE, CAPULET, their Prince. Where are the vile beginners of this fray? La. Cap. Tybalt, my cousin!-O my brother's child! Prin. Benvolio, who began this bloody fray? Ben. Tybalt, here flain, whom Romeo's hand did flay; Romeo that spoke him fair, bade him bethink How nice the quarrel was, and urg'd withal Your high displeasure :-All this-uttered With gentle breath, calm look, knees humbly bow'd,- Of Tybalt deaf to peace, but that he tilts Hold, friends! friends, part! and, swifter than his tongue, E 3 And And to't they go like lightning; for, ere I La. Cap. He is a kinfman to the Montague, Prin. Romeo flew him, he flew Mercutio; Who now the price of his dear blood doth owe? 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 exíle him hence: I have an interest in your hates' proceeding, That you shall all repent the lofs of mine: I will be deaf to pleading and excufes ; Nor tears, nor prayers, shall purchase out abuses, Bear hence this body, and attend our will: Mercy but murders, pardoning thofe that kill. [Exeunt. SCENE 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! Come, gentle night; come, loving, black-brow'd night, As is the night before some festival To an inpatient child, that hath new robes, And may not wear them. O, here comes my nurse, Enter Nurfe, with cords. And she brings news; and every tongue, that speaks Now, nurfe, what news? What haft thou there? the cords, Nurfe. Ay, ay, the cords. ful. Ahme! what news! why doft thou wring thy hands! Nurfe. 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 doft torment me thus? Or thofe eyes fhut, that make thee answer, I. Brief founds determine of my weal, or woe. Nurfe. I faw the wound, I faw it with mine eyes,God fave the mark!-here on his manly breast: A piteous corfe, a bloody piteous corfe; Pale, pale as afhes, all bedawb'd in blood, All in gore blood;-I fwoonded at the fight. Jul. |