Ben. O noble prince, I can discover all The unlucky manage of this fatal braul: There lies the man flain by young Romeo, That flew thy kinfman brave Mercutio. La. Cap. Tybalt my coufin! O my brother's child, Unhappy fight! alas the blood is fpill'd Of my dear kinsman Prince as thou art true, Ben. Tybalt here flain, whom Romeo's hand did slay : With gentle breath, calm look, knees humbly bow'd, Retorts it: Romeo he cries aloud, Hold friends, friends part! and swifter than his tongue, His agil arm beats down their fatal points, And 'twixt them rushes; underneath whose arm This is the truth, or let Benvolio die. La. La. Cap. He is a kinfman to the Mountague, Prin. Romeo flew him, he flew Mercutio, La. Cap. Not Romeo, prince, he was Mercutio's friend, Prin. And for that offence, Immediately we do exile him hence: I have an interest in your hearts proceeding, That you shall all repent the loss of mine. Nor tears nor prayers fhall purchase out abuses, Jul. GA SCENE IV. An Apartment in Capulet's House. Enter Juliet alone. ALLOP apace, you fiery-footed steeds, To Phabus' manfion; fuch a waggoner As Phaeton, would whip you to the west, [Exeunt. And And bring in cloudy night immediately. Hood my unmann'd blood baiting in my cheeks, Come night, come Romeo, come thou day in 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 Nurfe with cords. And she brings news, and every tongue that speaks The The cords that Romeo bid thee fetch? Nurse. Ay, ay, the cords. Jul. Ay me, what news? Why dost thou wring thy hands? Nurse. Ah welladay he's dead, he's dead, he's dead! Alack the day! he's gone, he's kill'd, he's dead. Nurfe. Romeo can, Though heav'n cannot. O Romeo! Romeo! Who ever would have thought it, Romeo? Jul. What devil art thou, that doft torment me thus? Nurse. I faw the wound, I faw it with mine eyes, A piteous coarse, a bloody piteous coarse; poor bankrupt break at once! To prifon, eyes! ne'er look on liberty; Jul. What ftorm is this that blows so contrary? Is Romeo flaughter'd? and is Tybalt dead? с My dear-lov'd coufin, and my dearer lord? Then let the trumpet found the general doom, *The ftrange lines that follow here in the common books are not in the old edition. C deareft. VO L. VI. PP For For who is living, if those two are gone? Nurfe. Tybalt is dead, and Romeo banished, Romeo that kill'd him, he is banished. Jul. O God! did Romeo's hand fhed Tybalt's blood? Jul. O ferpent heart, hid with a flowring face, Beautiful tyrant, fiend angelical! * O nature! what hadft thou to do in hell, Nurfe. There's no truft, No faith, no honefty in men; all perjur'd; Ah, where's my man? give me fome Aqua vitæ These griefs, these woes, these sorrows make me old! Jul. Blister'd be thy tongue For fuch a wish, he was not born to shame, Upon his brow shame is afham'd to fit: For 'tis a throne where honour may be crown'd,. Sole monarch of the universal earth. O what a beaft was I to chide him fo? Nurfe. Will you speak well of him that kill'd your coufin ? Jul. Shall I fpeak ill of him that is my husband? Ah poor my lord, what tongue fhall fmooth thy name, * fiend angelical, + Ravenous dove, feather'd raven, Wolvifh-ravening lamb, Defpifed fubftance of divineft show: Juft oppofite to what thou justly feem'ft. A damned faint, an honourable villain: O. nature! &c.. † Thefe lines not in the first edition, as well as fome others which I have omitted. |