wide as a church door; but 'tis enough, 'twill | Romeo that spoke him fair, bade him bethink serve: ask for me to-morrow, and you shall How nice⚫ the quarrel was, and urg'd withal find me a grave man. I am peppered, I war- Your high displeasure :-All this-uttered rant, for this world:-A plague o'both your With gentle breath, calm look, knees humbly houses!-Zounds, a dog, a rat, a mouse, cat, bow'd,to scratch a man to death! a braggart, a rogue, a villain, that fights by the book of arithmetic!-Why the devil came you between us? I was hurt under your arm.
Rom. I thought all for the best.
Mer. Help me into some house, Benvolio,
Or I shall faint.-A plague o'both your houses!
They have made worm's meat of me :
I have it, and soundly too :-Your houses!
[Exeunt MERCUTIO and BENVOLIO.
Rom. This gentleman, the prince's near ally,
My very friend, hath got his mortal hurt
In my behalf; my reputation stain'd
With Tybalt's slander, Tybalt, that an hour
Hath been my kinsman: O sweet Juliet,
Thy beauty hath made me effeminate,
And in my temper soften'd valour's steel.
Re-enter BENVOLIO.
Ben. O Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio's dead;
That gallaut spirit hath aspir'd the clouds, Which too untimely here did scorn the earth. Rom. This day's black fate on more days doth depend;
This but begins the woe, others must end.
Ben. Here comes the furious Tybalt back again.
Rom. Alive! in triumph! and Mercutio slain! Away to heaven, respective lenity, And fire-ey'd fury be my conduct + now !— Now, Tybalt, take the villain back again, That late thou gav'st me; for Mercutio's soul s but a little way above our heads, Staying for thine to keep him company; Either thou, or 1, or both, must go with him. Tyb. Thou, wretched boy, that didst consort him here,
Shalt with him hence.
Rom. This shall determine that.
[They fight; TYBALT falls. Ben. Romeo, away, be gone! The citizens are up, and Tybalt slain : [death, Stand not amaz'd :-the prince will doom thee If thou art taken :-bence !-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, Sir, go with me;
Could not take truce with the unruly spleen
Of Tybalt deaf to peace, but that he tilts
With piercing steel at bold Mercutio's breast;
Who, all as hot, turns deadly point to point,
And, with a martial scorn, with one hand beats
Cold death aside, and with the other sends
It back to Tybalt, whose dexterity
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
An envious thrust from Tybalt hit the life
Of stout Mercutio, and then Tybalt fied:
But by and by comes back to Romeo,
Who had but newly entertain'd revenge,
And to't they go like lightning; for, ere I
Could draw to part them, was stout Tybalt
slain;
And, as he fell, did Romeo turn and fly :
This is the truth, or let Benvolio die.
La. Cap. He is a kinsman to the Montagne,
Affection makes him false, be speaks not true:
Some twenty of them fought in this black strife,
And all those twenty could but kill one life :
I beg for justice, which thou, prince, must
give;
Romeo slew Tybalt, Romeo must not live.
Prin. Romeo slew him, he slew Mercutio; Who now the price of his dear blood doth owe?
Mon. Not Romeo, prince, he was Mercutio friend; [end,
His fault concludes but what the law should 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 brawis doth tie a
bleeding;
But I'll amerce you with so strong a fine,
That you shail all repent the loss of mine:
I will be deaf to pleading and excuses:
Nor tears, nor prayers, shall purchase out
abuses;
Therefore use none: let Romeo hence in haste,
Else, when he's found, that hour is his last.
Bear hence this body and attend our will:
Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill.
[Excunt.
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,
CAPU-And bring in cloudy night immediately.-
I charge thee in the prince's name, obey.
Enter PRINCE, attended; MONTAGUE,
LET, their Wives and others,
Prin. Where are the vile beginners of this
fray ?
Ben. O noble prince, I can discover all
The unlucky manage of this fatal brawl:
There lies the man slain by young Romeo,
That slew thy kinsman, brave Mercutio.
La. Cap. Tybalt, my cousin!-O my brother's
cbild!
Unhappy sight! ab me, the blood is spill'd
Of my dear kinsman !-Prince, as thou art
true, $
For blood of ours shed blood of Montague.-
O cousin, cousin!
Prin. Benvolio, who began this bloody fray ? Ben. Tybalt, here slain, whom Romeo's hand did slay;
Cool, considerate gentleness.
f Conduct for conductor.
1 Accompany.
Just and upright.
Spread thy close curtain, love-performing night!
That run-away's eyes may wink; and Romeo
Leap to these armis, uutalk'd of, and unseen !—
Lovers can see to do their armorous 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
Think true love acted, simple modesty. Come, night!-Come, Ronico! come, thou day in night! For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night Whiter than new show on a raven's back.— • Slight, unimportant. + Grave, solemn. 1 These are terms of falconry,
Come, gentle night; come, loving, black-brow'd | When thou didst bower the spirit of a fiend
night,
Give me my Romeo: and, when he shall die,
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine,
That all the world will be in love with night,
And pay no worship to the garish sun.-
0 I have bought the mansion of a love,
But not possess'd it; and, though I am sold,
Not yet enjoy'd: So tedious is this day,
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 every tongue, that [quence. speaks
Bat Romeo's name, speaks heavenly elo-
Now, nurse, what news? What hast thou there,
the cords
That Romeo bade thee fetch?
Nurse, Ay, ay, the cords.
[Throws them doun. Jul. Ah me! what news? why dost thou wring thy bands?
Nurse. Ah well-a-day! he's dead, he's dead, he's dead!
We are undone, lady, we are undone !
In mortal paradise of such sweet flesh?
Was ever book, containing such vile matter,
So fairly bound? Oh! that deceit should dwell
In such a gorgeous palace?
Nurse. There's no trust,
No faith, no honesty in men; all perjur'd, utt.
All forsworn, all naught, all dissemblers.-
Ah! where's my man? give me some aqua-
fold.
vite:-
These griefs, these woes, these sorrows make me
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 cousin ?
Jul. Shall I speak ill of him that is my hus-
band?
poor my lord, what tongue shall smooth
thy name,
it ?-
I, thy three-hours wife, have
But, wherefore, villain, didst thou kill
That villain cousin would have kill'd
band:
Alack the day!-he's gone, he's kill'd, he's Back, foolish tears, back to your native spring;
Jul. Can heaven be so envious?
Nurse. Romeo can,
Your tributary drops belong to woe,
Which you, mistaking, offer up to joy
My husband lives, that Tybalt would have slain;
husband:
Tybalt's dead, that would have slain my
Though heaven cannot :-O Romeo! Romeo!-And
Who ever would have thought it ?-Romeo !
Jul. What devil art thou, that dost torment
me thus ?
This torture should be roar'd in dismal hell.
Hath Romeo slain himself? say thou but I, t
And that bare vowel I shall poison more
Than the death-darting eye of cockatrice :
I am not I, if there be such an I;
Or those eyes shut, that make thee answer, I.
If he be slain, say-I; or if not, 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 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:
And thou and Romeo press one heavy bier!
Nurse. O Tybalt, Tybalt, the best friend
had!
O courteous Tybalt! honest gentleman!
That ever I should live to see thee dead!
Jul. What storm is this, that blows so con-
trary?
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?
All this is comfort: Wherefore weep I then ?
Some word there was, worser than Tybalt's
That murder'd me: I would forget it fain:
But oh! it presses to my memory,
Like damned guilty deeds to sinners' minds
Tybalt is dead, and Romeo-banished;
That-banished, that one word-banished,
Hath slain ten thousand Tybalts. + Tybalt's
death
Was woe enough, if it had ended there:
Or, if sour woe delights in fellowship,
And needly will be rank'd with other griefs,-
Why follow'd not, when she said Tybalt's dead,
Thy father, or thy mother, nay, or both,
Which modern ‡ lamentation might have mov'd?
But, with a rear-ward following Tybalt's death,
Romeo is banished,-to speak that word,
Is father, mother, Tybalt, Romeo, Juliet,
All slain, all dead :-Romeo is banished-
There is no end, no limit, measure, bound,
sound-
IIn that word's death; no words can that woe
Nurse. It did, it did; alas the day! it did.
Jul. O serpent heart, hid with a flow'ring
face!
Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave ?
Beautiful tyrant! fiend angelical!
Dove-feather'd raven! wolvish-ravening lamb !
Despised substance of divinest show!
Just opposite to what thou justly seem'st,
A damned saint, an honourable villain !-
O nature! what hadst thou to do in hell,
+ In Shakspeare's time
• Gandy, showy.
the affirmative particle ay was usually written 1, and
here it is necessary to retain the old spelling.
Where is my father, and my mother, nurse!
Nurse. Weeping and wailing over Tybalt's
Will you go to them: I will bring you thither.
Jul. Wash they his wounds with tears? mine
When their's are dry, for Romeo's banishment.
Take up those cords :-Poor ropes, you are be-
guil'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, nurse; I'll to my wedding
bed:
And death, not Romeo, take my maidenhead !
Nurse. Hie to your chamber: I'll find Romeo
To comfort you:-I wot well where he is.
Hark ye, your Romeo will be here at night;
I'll to him; he is hid at Laurence' cell.
Jul. O find him! give this ring to my true
knight,
And bid him come to take his last farewell.
To smooth, in ancient language, is to stroke, to caress. Know. † I. e. Is worse than the loss of ten thousand Tybalts. : Commen.
SCENE 111.-Friar LAURENCE's Cell.
Enter Friar LAURENCE and ROMEO. 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, That I yet know not?
Is my dear son with such sour company:
I bring thee tidings of the prince's doom.
Rom. What less than doomsday is the prince's doom?
Fi. A gentler judgment vanish'd from his lips,
Not body's death, but body's banishment. Rom. Ha! banishment? be merciful, death:
Rom. Thou canst not speak of what thon dost
not feel:
Wert thou as young as 1, Juliet thy love,
An hour but married, Tybalt murdered,
Doting like me, and like me banished,
Then might'st thou speak, then might'st thou tear
thy hair,
And fall upon the ground, as I do now,
Taking the measure of an unmade grave
Fri. Arise; one knocks; good Romeo, hide
thyself.
[Knocking within.
Rom. Not I, unless the breath of heart-sick
groans,
Mist-like, infold me from the search of eyes.
[Knocking.
Fri. Hark, how they knock !-Who's there?-
Romeo, arise;
Thou wilt be taken :-Stay a while: stand up ;
[Knocking.
say-Run to my study :-By and by :-God's wild!
What wilfulness is this?-I come, I come.
For exile hath more terror in his look,
Much more than death: do not say-banish-
Fri. Hence from Verona art thon banished: Be patient, for the world is broad and wide. Rom. There is no world without Verona walls,
But purgatory, torture, hell itself.
Hence-banished is banish'd from the world,
And world's exile is death :-then banishment
Is death misterm'd calling death banishment,
Thou cut'st my head off with a golden axe,
And smil'st upon the stroke that murders me.
Fri. O deadly sin! O rude unthankfulness!
Thy fault our law calls death; but the kind
Taking thy part, hath rush'd aside the law,
Aud turn'd that black word death to banishment:
This is dear mercy, and thou seest it not.
Nurse. O holy friar, O tell me, holy friar,
Where is my lady's lord, where's Romeo ?
Fri. There on the ground, with his own tears
made drunk.
Nurse. O he is even in my mistress' case,
Just in her case!
Fri. O woeful sympathy!
Piteous predicament!
Nurse. Even so lies she,
Blubbering and weeping, weeping and blubber ing :
Rom. 'Tis torture, and not mercy heaven is Stand up, stand up stand, an you be a man:
Where Juliet lives; and every cat, and dog,
And little mouse, every unworthy thing,
Live here in heaven, and may look on her,
But Romeo may not.-More validity,
More honourable state, more courtship lives
In carrion flies, than Romeo: they may seize
On the white wonder of dear Juliet's hand,
And steal immortal blessing from her lips;
Who, even in pure and vestal modesty,
Still blush, as thinking their own kisses sin;
But Romeo may not; he is banished:
Flies may do this, when I from this must fly;
They are free men, but I am banished.
And say'st thou yet, that exile is not death?
Hadst thou no poison mix'd, no sharp-ground
knife,
No sudden mean of death, though ne'er so mean,
But-banished-to kill me: banished?
O friar, the damned use that word in hell;
Howlings attend it: How hast thou the heart,
Being a divine, a ghostly confessor,
A sin-absolver, and my friend profess'd,
To mangle me, with that word-banishment?
Fri. Thou fond mad man, hear me but speak
a word.
Rom 0 thou wilt speak again of banish
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For Juliet's sake, for her sake, rise and stand; Why should you fall into so deep an O?
And now falls on her bed; and then starts up, And Tybalt calls; and then on Romeo cries, And then down falls again.
Rom. As if that name,
Shot from the deadly level of a gun,
Did murder her; as that name's cursed hand Murder'd her kinsman.-O tell me, friar, tell me, In what vile part of this anatomy
Doth my naine lodge? tell me, that I may sack
The hateful mansion. [Drawing his sword.
Fri. Hold thy desperate hand:
Art thou a man? thy form cries out thou art;
Thy tears are womanish: thy wild acts denote
The unreasonable fury of a beast:
Unseemly wonan, in a seeming man!
Or ill-beseeming beast, in seeming both!
Thou hast amaz'd me by my holy order,
I thought thy disposition better temper'd.
Hast thou slain Tybalt? wilt thou slay thyself!
And slay thy lady too that lives in thee,
By doing damned hate upon thyself!
Why rail'st thou on thy birth, the heaven, and earth ?
Since birth, and heaven, and earth, all three do meet
In thee at once; which thou at once wouldst lose. Fie, tie! thou sham'st thy shape, thy love, thy
Which, like an usurer, abound'st in all,
And usest none in that true use indeede
Which should bedeck thy shape, thy love, thy
wit.
blunde gang
Thy noble shape is but a form of wax,la a
Digressing from the valour of a man:
Thy dear love, sworn, but hollow purjury,
Killing that love which thou hast vow'd to
cherish:
Thy wit, that ornament to shape and love, l
Mis-shapen in the conduct of them both,
Like powder in a skill-less soldier's flask, on tell
Is set on fire by thine own ignorance,
And thou dismember'd with thine own defence.
What, rouse thee, man! thy Juliet is alive,
For whose dear sake thou wast, but lately dead;
There art thou happy: Tybalt would kill thee,
But thou slew'st Tybalt; there art thou happy
too: So ga gabbia i botine dinl
The law, that threaten'd death, becomes thy friend,
And turns it to exile; there art thou happy:
A pack of blessings lights upon thy back
Happiness courts thee in her best array; bel
But, like a mis-behav'd and sullen wench,
Thou pout'st upon thy fortune and thy love: 67
Take heed, take heed, for such die miserable.
Go, get thee to thy love, as was decreed,
Ascend her chamber, hence and comfort her;
But look thou stay not till the watch be set,
For then thou canst not pass to Mantua;
Where thou shalt live, till we can find a time
To blaze your marriage, reconcile your friends,
Beg pardon of the prince, and call thee back
With twenty hundred thousand times more joy
Than thou went'st forth in lamentation.-
Go before, nurse: commend me to thy lady;
And bid ber basten all the house to bed,
Which heavy sorrow makes them apt unto:
Romeo is coming.com word ans
Nurse. O Lord, I could have staid here all
the night,
To hear good counsel: Oh! what learning is!
My lord, I'll tell my lady you will come.
Rom. Do so, and bid my sweet prepare to
chide.
Nurse. Here, Sir, a ring she bid me give you,
Sir:
Hie you, make haste, for it grows very late.
[Exit NURSE.
Rom. How well my comfort is reviv'd by
this I
Fri. Go hence: Good night; and here stands
all your state;+ mo mhb
Either be gone before the watch be set,
Or by the break of day disguis'd from hence:
Sojourn in Mantua; I'll find out your man,
And he shall signify, from time to time,
Every good hap to you that chances here w
Give me thy band; 'tis late: farewell; good
night.
Rom. But that a joy past joy calls out on me,
It were a grief, so breif to part with thee:
Farewell.
[Exeunt.
SCENE IV-A Room in CAPULET'S House.
Enter CAPULET, Lady CAPULET, and PARIS.
Cap. Things have fallen out, Sir, so unluckily,
That we have had no time to move our daugh-
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Cap Sir Paris, I will make a desperate
Reflection of the moon.
Division was the technical
phrase for musical composition.
A tune played to wake hunters, also a morning song to a woman the day after marriage.
Nurse. Your lady mother's coming to your chamber:
The day is broke; be wary, look about. [Exit NURSE. Jul. Then, window, let day in, and let life
Rom. Farewell, farewell! one kiss, and I'll
descend.
[ROMEO descends.
Jul. Art thou gone so? my love! my lord!
my friend!
I must hear from thee every day i'the hour,
For in a minute there are many days:
Oh! by this count I shall be much in years,
Ere I again behold my Romeo.
Rom. Farewell! I will omit no opportunity That may convey my greetings, love, to thee. Jul. O think'st thou we shall ever meet again?
Rom. I doubt it not; and all these woes shall
Which you weep for.
Jul. Feeling so the loss,
I cannot choose but ever weep the friend. La. Cap. Well, girl, thou weep'st not so much for his death,
As that the villain lives which slaughter'd him. Jul. What villain, madam?
La. Cap. That same villain, Romeo. Jul. Villain and he are many miles asunder. God pardon him! I do, with all my heart; And yet no man like he doth grieve my heart; La. Cap. That is, because the traitor murderer lives.
Sul. Ay, madam, from the reach of these my hands. [death! 'Would, none but I might venge my cousin's La. Cap. We will have vengeance for it, fear [tua,Then weep no more. I'll send to one in ManWhere that same banish'd runagate doth live,That shall bestow on him so sure a draught, That he shall soon keep Tybalt company: And then, I hope, thou wilt be satisfied. Jul. Indeed I never shall be satisfied With Romeo, till I behold him-deadIs my poor heart so for a kinsman vex'd ;
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One, who, to put thee from thy heaviness,
Hath sorted out a sudden day of joy,
That thou expect'st not, nor I look'd not for.
Jul. Madam, in happy time what day is
that ?
La. Cap. Marry, my child, early next Thursday morn,
The gallant, young, and noble gentleman,
The county Paris, at Saint Peter's church,
Shall happily make thee there a joyful bride.
Jul. Now, by Saint Peter's church, and Peter
too,
He shall not make me there a joyful bride.
I wonder at this haste; that I must wed
Ere he, that should be husband, comes to woo.
I pray you, tell my lord and father, madam,
I will not marry yet; and, when I do, I swear
It shall be Romeo, whom you know I hate,
Rather than Paris:-These are news indeed!
La. Cap. Here comes your father: tell him
so yourself.
And see how he will take it at your hands.
Enter CAPULET and NURSE.
Cap. When the sun sets, the air doth drizzle But for the sunset of my brother's son, {dew; It rains downright.
How now a conduit, girl? what, still in tears!
Evermore showering? In one little body
Thou counterfeit'st a bark, a sea, a wind:
For still thy eyes, which I may call the sea,
Do ebb and flow with tears; the bark thy body is
Sailing in this salt flood; the winds, thy sighs;
Who,-raging with thy tears, and they with
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