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Rom. Draw, Benvolio, - beat down their weapons
Gentlemen--for shame, forbear this outrage-
Ijbalt-- Mercutio the Prince exprefly hath
Forbidden bandying in Verona ftreets.
Hold, Tybalt, good Mercutio. [Exit Tybalta

Aler. I am hurt
A plague of both the houses ! I am sped :
Is he gone, and hath nothing?

Ben. What, art thou hurt?

Mer. Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch ; marry, 'tis enough, Where is my page ? go, villain, fetch a surgeon.

Rom. Courage, man, the hurt cannot be much.

Mer. No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church-door, but 'tis enough, 'twill serve : ak for me to-morrow, and you Tall find me a grave man. I am pepper'd, I warrant, for this world: a plague of both your houses ! What? a dog, a rat, a mouse, a cat, to scratch a man to death? a braggart, a rogue, a villain, that fights by the book of arithmetick? 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 fall faint; a plague o? both your houses ! They have made worms-meat of me, I have it, and foundly too. Plague o' your houses !

[Exeunt Mer. Ben. Rom. This gentleman, the Prince's near allie, My very friend, hath got his mortal hurt In my behalf; my reputation stain'd With Tybalt's flander; Tybalt, that an hour Hath been my cousin: 0 sweet Juliet, Thy beauty hath made me effeminate, And in my temper softned valour's steel,

Enter Benvolio.

Ben. O Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio’s dead; That gallant spirit hath aspir'd the clouds, Which too untimely here did scorn the earth,

Rom,

Rom. This day's black fate on more days does depend; This but begins the woe, others must end.

Enter Tybalt.

!

Ben. Here comes the furious Tybalt back again.

Rom. Alive ? in triumph ? and Mercutio llain ?
Away to heav'n, respective lenity,
And fire-ey'd fury be my conduct now!
Now, Tybalt, take the villain back again,
That late thou gav'ft me; for Mercutio's foul
Is but a little way above our heads,
Staying for thine to keep him company :
Or thou or I, or both, must go with him.

Tyb. Thou, wretched boy, that didit confort him here,
Shalt with him hence.
Rom. This shall determine that.

(They fight, Tybalt falls.
Bex. Romo, away, begone:
The citizens are up, and Tybalt slain
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.
Cit. Which way ran he that kill'd Mercutio?
Tybalt, that murderer, which way ran he ?

Ben. There lies that Tybalt,

Cit. Up, Sir, go with me:
I charge thee in the Prince's name, obey.

Enter. Prince, Montague, Capulet, their Wives, &c.
Prin. Where are the vile beginners of this fray?

Ben. O noble Prince, I can discover all
Th' unlucky manage of this fatal brawl:
There lies the man, flain by young Romeo,
That slew thy kinsman, brave Mercutio.

La. Cap. Tybalt, my coufin! O my brother's child! Unhappy fight! alas, the blood is spill'd Of my

dear kinsman -- Prince, as thou art true, For blood of ours, fhed blood of Montague.

Prin. Benvolio, who began this fray?

Ben. Tybalt, here slain, whom Romeo's hand did say: Romeo, that spoke him fair, bid him bethink How nice the quarrel was, and urg'd withal Your high difpleasare: all this uttered With gentle breath, calm look, knees humbly bow'd, 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 afide, 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 arm
An envious thrust from Tybalt hit the life
Of fout Mercutic, and then Tybalt fled ;
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 ftout Tybalt slain ;
And as he fell, did Romeo turn to fly:
This is the truth, or let Benvolio die.

La. Cap. He is a kinsman to the Montague.
Affection makes him false, he speaks not true.
Some twenty of them fought in this black ftrife,
And all those twenty could but kill one life.
I beg for justice, which thou, Prince, muft give;
Romeo slew Tybalt, Romeo must not live,

Prin. Romeo flew him, he slew Mercutio ;
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 ;
I have an interest in your hearts' proceeding,
My blood for your rude brawls doth lie a bleeding ;
But I'll amerce you with fo strong a fine,
That

you fhall all repent the loss of mine.
I will be deaf to pleading and excuses,
Nor tears nor prayers Thall purchase out abuses ;
Therefore use none; let Romeo hence in hafte,
Else, when he's found, that hour is his laft. (9)
Bear hence this body, and attend our will:
Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill."

[Exeunt.

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Enter Juliet alone.
Ful Allop apace, you fiery-footed steeds,

Tow'rds Phæbus manfion ; such a waggoner,
As Phaeton, would whip you to the west,
And bring in cloudy night immediately.
Spread thy close curtain, love-performing night, (10)

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(9) Eye, wher: he is found, that hour is bis last.] It is wonderful that Mr. Pope should retort the Want of Ear upon any body, and pass such an inharmonious, unscanning Verse in his own Ear: a Verse, that cannot run off from the Tongue with any Cadence of Musick, the short and long Syllables stand so perversely. We must read,

Elfe, when he's found, that Hour is bis laf. Every diligent and knowing Reader of our Poet must have observed, that Hour and Fire are almost perpetually Dilyllables in the Pronunciation and Scanfion of his Verses.

(10) Spread thy close Curtain, Isve-performing Night,

That runaways Eyes may wink;] What Runaways are these, whose Eyes Juliet is wishing to have stopt? Macbeth, we may remember, makes an Invocation to Night, much in the same Strain :

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That th' run-away's eyes may wink; and Romeo
Leap to these arms, untalkt of and unfeen.
Lovers can see to do their am'rous rites
By their own beauties: or, if love be blind,
It beft agrees with night. Come, civil night,
Thou sober-suited mation, all in black,
And learn me how to lose a winning match,
Play'd for a pair of stainleís maidenheads.
Hood my unmann'd blood baiting in my cheeks,
With thy black mantle; 'till ftrange love, grown bold,
Thinks irue love acted, fimple modefty.
Come, night, come, Romeo ! come, thou day in night!
For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night,
Whiter than snow upon a raven’s back :
Come, gentle night; come, loving, black-brow'd 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 heav'n fo fine,
That all the world shall be in love with night,
And pay no worship to the garish sun.
O, I have bought the mansion of a love,
But not poffesș'd it; and though I am fold,
Not yet enjoy'd; fo 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 Nurfe with cords.

And the brings news ; and ev'ry tongue, that speaks But Romeo's name, speaks heav'nly eloquence;

-Come, feeling Night, Scarf up the tender Eye of pitiful day, &c. So Juliet here would have Night's Darkness obfcure the great Eye of the Day, the Sun; whom considering in a poetical Light as Pbæbus, drawn in his Carr with fiery-footed Steeds, and posting through the Heav'ns, the very properly calls him, with regard to the Swiftness of his Course, the Runaway. In the like Manner our Poet speaks of the Night, in the Merchant of Venice. For tbe close Night detb play the Runaway. [Mr. Warburton.

Now,

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