hit shull. -Scurvy knave! I am none of his flirtgi.is; amme of his skains-mates:-And thou mist stand by too, and suffer every knave to use me at his pleasure? Pet. I saw no man use you at his pleasure; if I had, my weapon should quickly have been out, I warrant you: dare draw as soon as another man, if I see occasion in a good quarrel, and the law on my side. Nurse Now, afore God, I am so vexed, that every part about me quivers. Scurvy knave!-Pray you, sir, a word; and, as I told you, my young lady bade me inquire you out; what she bade me say, I will keep to myself: but first let me tell ye, it ye should lead her into a fool's paradise, as they say, it were a very gross kind of behavior, as they say: for the gentlewoman is young: and, therefore, if you should deal double with her, truly, it were an ill thing to be offered to any gentlewoman, and very weak dealing. Rom. Nurse, commend me to thy lady and mistress. I protest unto thee, Nurse. Good heart! and, faith, I will tell her as much: Lord, lord, she will be a joyful woman. Rom. What wilt thou tell her, nurse? thou dost say Two may keep counsel, putting one away? Rom. I warrant thee; my man's as true as steel. Nurse. Well, sir; my mistress is the sweetest lady-Lord, lord!-when 'twas a little prating thing,-0,-there's a nobleman in town, one Paris, that would fain lay knife aboard; but she, good soul, had as lieve see a toad, a very toad, as see him. I anger her sometimes, and tell her that Paris is the properer man; but, I'll warrant you, when I say so, she looks as pale as any clout in the varsal world. Doth not rosemary and Romeo begin both with a letter? Rom. Ay, nurse; what of that? both with an R. Nurse. Ah, mocker! that's the dog's name; R is for the dog. No; I know it begins with some other letter; and she hath the prettiest sententious of it, of you and rosemary, that it would do you good to hear it. Rom. Commend me to thy lady. Nurse. Peter, take my fan, and go before. [Exit. [Exeunt. SCENE V.-Capulet's Garden. Enter JULIET. Of this day's journey; and from nine till twelve But old folks many, feign as they were dead; Enter Nurse and PETER. God, she comes!--O honey nurse, what news? Though news be sad, yet tell them merrily; Nurse. I am weary, give me leave a while;- while? Do you not see that I am out of breath? Jul. How art thou out of breath, when thou hast To say to me that thou art out of breath? Nurse. Well, you have made a simple choice, you know not how to choose a man: Romeo! no, not he; though his face be better than any man's, yet his leg excels all men's; and for a hand and a foot, and a body,-though they be not to be talked on, yet they are past compare: He is not the flower of courtesy,-but, I'll warrant him, as gentle as a lamb.-Go thy ways, wench; serve God.—What, have you dined at home? Jul. No, no: But all this did I know before; It beats as it would fall in twenty pieces. Nurse. Your love says, like an honest gentleman, mother? Jul. Where is my mother?-why, she is within; Where should she be? How oddly thou reply'st; Your love says like an honest gentleman,Where is your molher ? Nurse. O, God's lady dear! Nurse. Have you got leave to go to shrift to-day! Nurse. Then hie you hence to friar Laurence' cell; Jul. The clock struck nine, when I did send To fetch a ladder, by the which your love the nurse; In half an hour she promis'd to return. A mate or companion of one wearing a skain-a short Must climb a bird's nest soon, when it is dark: well. 1 Rom. Amen, amen! but come what sorrow can, It cannot countervail the exchange of joy That one short minute gives me in her sight: Do thou but close our hands with holy words, Then love-devouring death do what he dare, it is enough I may but call her mine. Fri. These violent delights have violent ends, And in their triumph die; like fire and powder, Which, as they kiss, consume: The sweetest honey Is loathsome in his own deliciousness, Here comes the lady:-0, so light a foot Jul. Good-even to my ghostly confessor. Jul. As much to him, else are his thanks too mucn. Rom. Ah. Juliet, if the measure of thy Joy Jul. Conceit, more rich in matter than in words For, by your leaves, you shall not stay alone, [Exeun. ACT III. SCENE I.-A Public Place. Enter MERCUTIO, BENVOLIO, Page, and Servants. Ben. I pray thee, good Mercutio, let's retire; The day is hot, the Capulets abroad, And, if we meet, we shall not 'scape a brawl; For now, these hot days, is the mad blood stirring. Mer. Thou art like one of those fellows, that, when he enters the confines of a tavern, claps me his sword upon the table, and says, God send me no need of thee! and, by the operation of the second cup, draws it on the drawer, when, indeed, there is no need. Ben. Am I like such a fellow? Mer. Come, come, thou art as hot a Jack in thy mood as any in Italy; and as soon moved to be moody, and as soon moody to be moved. Ben. And what to? Mer. Nay, an there were two such, we should have none shortly, for one would kill the other. Thon! why thou wilt quarrel with a man that hath a hair more, or a hair less, in his beard, than thou hast. Thou wilt quarrel with a man for cracking nuts, having no other reason but because thou hast hazel eyes; What eye but such an eye, would spy out such a quarrel? Thy head is as full of quarrels as an egg is full of meat; and yet thy head hath been beaten as addle as an egg, for quarrelling. Thou hast quarrelled with a man for coughing in the street, because he hath wakened thy dog that hath lain asleep in the sun. Didst thou not fall out with a tailor for wearing his new doublet before Easter? with another. for tying his new shoes with old riband? and yet thou wilt tutor me from quarrelling! Ben. An I were so apt to quarrel as thou art, any man should buy the fee-simple of my life for an hour and a quarter. Mer. The fee-simple? O simple! Enter TYBALT and others. Ben. By my head, here come the Capulets. Tub. Follow me close, for I will speak to them.- Mer. Could you not take some occasion without giving? Tub. Mercutio, thou consortest with Romeo,Mer. Consort! what, dost thou make us minstrels? an thou make minstrels of us, look to hear nothing but discords: here's my fiddlestick; here's that shall make you dance. 'Zounds, consort! Ben. We talk here in the public haunt of men: Either withdraw into some private place, Or reason coldly of your grievances, r else depart; here all eyes gaze on us. The long white filament which flies in the air. Mer. Men's eyes were made to look, and let them gaze; I will not budge for no man's pleasure, I. Tyb. Well, peace be with you, sir! here come my man. Mer. But, I'll be hanged, sir, if he wear your livery: Marry, go before to field, he'll be your follower, Your worship in that sense may call him-man. Tyb. Romeo, the bate I bear thee, can afford No better term than this-Thou art a villain. Rom. Tybalt, the reason that I have to love thee Doth much excuse the appertaining rage To such a greeting:-Villain am I none; Therefore, farewell; I see, thou know'st me not. Tyb. Boy, this shall not excuse the injuries That thou hast done me; therefore turn, and draw. Rom. I do protest, I never injur'd thee; But love thee better than thou canst devise, Till thou shalt know the reason of my love: And so, good Capulet,-which name I tender As dearly as mine own,-be satisfied. [Draws. Mer. O calm, dishonorable, vile submission! A la stoccata carries it away. Tybalt, you rat-catcher, will you walk? Tyb. What wouldst thou have with me? Mer. Good king of cats, nothing, but one of your nine lives; that I mean to make bold withal, and as you shall use me hereafter, dry-beat the rest of the eight. Will you pluck your sword out of his pilcher9 by the ears? make haste, lest mine be about your ears ere it be out. Tyb. I am for you. [Drawing Beat down their weapons:-Gentlemen, for shame Mer. I am hurt; A plague o' 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. [Exit Page. 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: ask for me to-morrow, and you shall find me a grave man. I am peppered, I warrant, for this world :A plague o' both your houses!-'Zounds, a dog, a rat, a mouse, a cat, to scratch a man to death . Paint, display. Imagination. The Italian term for a thrust or stab with a rapier. a ragg irt, a rogue. a villain, that fights by the Mer. Help me into some house, Benvolio, [Exeunt MERCUTIO and BENVOLIO. Ben. O Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio's dead; This but begins the woe, others must end. Re-enter TYBALT. Ben. Here comes the furious Tybalt back again. And fire-eyed fury be my conduct now!- Shalt with him hence. Rom. This shall determine that. Of stout Mercutio, and then Tybalt fled: La. Cap. He is a kinsman to the Montague, Prin. Romeo slew him, he slew Mercutio; His fault concludes but what the law should end, Prin. Immediately we do exile him hence: I have an interest in your hates' proceeding. 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, [They fight; TYBALT falls. And bring in cloudy night immediately.— Ben. Romeo, away, be gone! 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! Why dost thou stay? [Exit ROMEO. 1 Cit. Which way ran he, that kill'd Mercutio? Spread thy close curtain, love-performing night! Up, sir, go with me; Think true love acted, simple modesty. Prin. Where are the vile beginners of this fray? La. Cap. Tybalt, my cousin!-O my brother's Unhappy sight! ah me, the blood is spill'd Prin. Benvolio, who began this bloody fray? Romeo that spoke him fair, bade him bethink Could not take truce with the unruly spleen For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night night, Give me my Romeo: and when he shall die, And she brings news; and every tongue that speaks That Romeo bade thee fetch? Ay, ay, the cords. [Throws them down. Jul. Ah me! what news? why dost thou wring thy hands? Nurse. Ah well-a-day!-he's dead, he's dead, he' dead! We are undone, lady, we are undone! Hold, friends! friends, part! and, swifter than his Alack the day!-he's gone, he's kill'd, he's dead! Jul. Can heaven be so envious? Kom-o can, To prison, eyes! ne'er look on liberty! That ever I should live to see thee dead! 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! wolfish ravening lamb! Nurse. There's no trust, No faith, no honesty in men; all perjur'd, All forsworn, all naught, all dissemblers.Ah, where's my man? give me some aqua vitæ:These griefs, these woes, these sorrows, make me old. name, When I, thy three-hours' wife, have mangled it?- My husband lives, that Tybalt would have slain; And Tybalt's dead, that would have slain my husband: All this is comfort; Wherefore weep I then? Like damned guilty deeds to sinners' minds: In Shakspeare's time the affirmative particle ay was 1sually written I, and here it is necessary to retain the d-peilug. Which modern2 lamentation might have mov'd? Nurse. Weeping and wailing over Tybalt's corse Will you go to them! I will bring you thither. Jul. Wash they his wounds with tears? mine shall be spent, When theirs are dry, for Romeo's banishment. Is my dear son with such sour company: I bring thee tidings of the prince's doom. Rom. What less than dooms-day is the prince's doom? Fri. A gentler judgment vanish'd from his lips, Not body's death, but body's banishment. Rom. Ha! banishment? be merciful, say-death: For exile hath more terror in his look, Much more than death: do not say-banishment. Fri. Hence from Verona art thou 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 mis-term'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 prince, Taking thy part, hath rush'd aside the law, And turn'd that black word death to banishment: This is dear mercy, and thou seest it not. Rom. 'Tis torture, and not mercy: heaven is here, O friar, the damned use that word in hell; A sin-absolver, and my friend profess'd, Rom. O, thou wilt speak again of banishment. • Common. • Know. • Worth, value Fri. I'll give thee armor to keep off that word: Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy, To comfort thee, though thou art banished. Rom. Yet banished!-Hang up philosophy! Unless philosophy can make a Juliet, Displant a town, reverse a prince's doom, It helps not, it prevails not,-talk no more. Fri. O, then I see that madmen have no ears. Rom. How should they, when that wise men have no eyes? Fri. Let me dispute with thee of thy estate. Rom. Thou canst not speak of what thou dost not feel: Wert thou as young as I, Juliet thy love, And fall upon the ground as I do now, 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. Run to my study:-By and by:-God's will! What wilfulness is this?-I come, I come. [Knocking. Who knocks so hard? Whence come you! what's your will! Nurse. [Within.] Let me come in, and you shall know my errand; come from Lady Juliet. Fri. Welcome then. Enter Nurse. 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 name 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 woman, 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. Fye, fye! thou sham'st thy shape, thy love, thy wit; Nurse. O Lord, I could have staid here all the night, To hear good counsel: O, what learning is!— 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. [Ent. Rom. How well my comfort is reviv'd by uns! Fri. Go hence: good-night: and here stands all 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 daughter. Look you, she lov'd her kinsman Tybalt dearly, And so did I;-Well, we were born to die.- Par. These times of woe afford no time to woo Madam, good-night:commend me to your daughur La. Cap. I will, and know her mind early to morrow; To-night she's mew'd up to her heaviness. Cap. Sir Paris, I will make a desperate te.der Par. soon; O' Thursday let it be;-o' Thursday, tell her, The whole of your fortune depends on is Bold |