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Room. Amen, amen! but come what sorrow can, Jul. Good-even to my ghostly confessor.
Il cannot countervail the exchange of joy

Fri. Romeo shall thank thee, daughter, for That one short minute gives me in her sight:

both. Do thou but close our hands with holy words, Jul. As much to him, else are his thanks too Then love-devouring death do what he dare, It is enough I may but call her mine.

Rom. Ah, Juliet, if the measure of thy Joy Fri. These violent delights have violent ends, Be heap'd like mine, and that thy skill be more And in their triumph die; like tire and powder, To blazon it, then sweeten with thy breath Which, as they kiss, consume: The sweetest This neighbor air, and let rich music's tongue honey

Untold the imagin'd happiness that both Is loathsome in his own deliciousness,

Receive in either by this dear encounter. And in the taste contounds the appetite:

Jul. Conceit, more rich in matter than in words Therefore, love moderately; long love doth so; Brags of his substance, not of ornament: Too switt arrives as tardy as tou slow.

They are but beggars that can count their worth;

But my true love is grown to such excess,

I cannot sum up half my sum of wealth.
Here comes the lady :-0, so light a foot

Fri. Come, come with me, and we will make Will ne'er wear out the everlasting fint:

short work; A lover may bestride the gossamers)

For, by your leaves, you shall not stay alone, That idle in the wanton summer air,

Till holy church incorporate two in one. And yet not fall; so light is vanity.


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SCENE I.-A Public Place.

Mer. Men's eyes were made to look, and let

them gaze:
Enter MERCUTIO, BENVOLIO, Page, and Servants.

I will not budge for no man's pleasure, I.
Ben. I pray thee, good Mercutio, let's retire:
The day is hot, the Capulets abroad,

Enter ROMEO.
And, it we meet, we shall not 'scape a hrawl; Tyb. Well, peace be with you, sir! here comes
For now, these hot days, is the mad blood stirring.

my man. Mer. Thou art like one of those fellows, that, Mer. But, I'll be hanged, sir, it he wear your when he enters the contines of a tavern, claps me

livery: his sword upon the table, and says, God senıl me Marry, go before to tield, he'll be your follower, no neelof thee! and, by the operation of the second Your worship in that sense inay call him-inan. cup, draws it on the drawer, when, indeed, there is Tyb. Romeo, the late I bear thee, can afford no need.

No better term than this-Thou art a villain. Ben. Am I like such a fellow?

Rom. Tybalt, the reason that I have to love thee Mer. Come, come, thou art as hot a Jack in thy Doth much excuse the appertaining rage mood as any in Italy; and as soon moved to be To such a greeting :- Villain am I none; moody, and as soon moody to be moved.

Therefore, farewell; I see, thou know'st me not. Brn. And what to?

Tyb. Boy, this shall not excuse the injuries Mer. Nay, an there were two such, we should That thou hast done me; therefore turn, and draw. have none shortly, for one would kill the other. Rom. I do protest, I never injur'd thee; Thon! why thou wilt quarrel with a man that hath But love thee better than thou canst devise, a hair more, or a hair less, in his beard, than thou Till thou shalt know the reason ot' my love : hast. Thou wilt quarrel with a man for cracking And so, good Capuiet,--which name I lender nuts, having no other reason but because thou hast As dearly as mine own,-be satisfied. bazel eyes; What eye but such an eye, would spy Mer. O calm, dishonorable, vile submission! out such a quarrel! Thy head is as full of quarrels A la stoccata* carries it away.

[Druws. as an egg is full of meat; and yet thy head hath Tybalt, you rat-catcher, will you walk? been beaten as addle as an egg, for quarrelling. Tyb. What wouldst thou have with me? Thou hast quarrelled with a man for coughing in Mer. Good king of cats, nothing, but one of your the street, because he hath wakened thy dog that nine lives; that I mean to make bold withal, ana hath lain asleep in the sun. Didst thou not fallout as you shall use me hereafter, dry-beat the rest of with a tailor for wearing his new doublet before the eight. Will you pluck your sword out of his Easter? with another for tying his new shoes with pilcher by the ears? make haste, lest mine be old riband? and yet thou wilt tutor me from quar- about your ears ere it be out. relling!

Tyb. I am for you.

[ Drawing Ben. An I were so apt to quarrel as thou art, any Róm. Gentle Mercutio, put thy rapier p. man should buy the fee-simple of my lite for an Mer. Come, sir, your passado. [They fight hour and a quarter.

Rom. Draw, Benvolio;
Mer. The fee-simple ? O simple!

Beat down their weapons:-Gentlemen, for shame

Forbear this outrage ;--Tyball-Mercutio-
Enter TYBALT and others.

The prince expressly hath forbid this bandying
Ben. By my head, here come the Capulets. In Verona streets :--hold, Tybalt;-good Mercutio
Mer. By my heel, I care not.

[Ereunt TYBALT und his Partisans Tyb. Follow me close, for I will speak to them.- Mer. I am hurt;Gentlemen, good-den; a word with one of you. A plague o' both the houses !-I am sped :

Mer. And but one word with one of us ? Couple Is he gone, and hath nothing? it with something; make it a word and a blow. Ben.

What, art thou hurt! Tyb. You will find me apt enough to that, sir, Mer. Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch; marry, 'tis If you will give me occasion.

enough.Mer. Could you not take some occasion without Where is my page ?-go, villain, fetch a surgeon. giving?

(Exl Page. Tyb. Mercutio, thou consortest with Romeo, Rom. Courage, man; the hurt cannot be much.

Mer. Consort?' what, dost thou make us min- Mer. No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide strels? an thou make minstrels of us, look to hear as a church door; but 'tis enough, 'twill serve: ask nothing but discords: here's my fiddlestick; here's for me to-morrow, and you shall find me a gravo that shall make you dance. 'Zounds, consort! man. I am peppered, I warrant, for this world :

Ben. We talk here in the public haunt of men : A plague o' both your houses !-'Zounds, a dog, Either withdraw into some private place,

a rat, a mouse, a cat, to scratch a man to death Or reason coldly of your grievances, or else depart; here all eyes gaze on us.

• Paint, display.


• The Italian term for a thrust or stab with a rapier. .Tae long white tilament which flies in the air.

• Case or scabbard.

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& uragę irt, a rogue, a villain, that fights by the Of stout Mercutio, and then Tybalt fled: 500k vi aritlımetic!-Why, the devil, came you But by and by comes back to Romeo, between us? I was hurt under your arm.

Who had but newly entertain's revenge, Rom. I thought all for the best.

And to't they go like lightning; for, ere I Mer. Help me into some house, Benvolio, Could draw to part them, was stout Tybalt slain; Or I shall faint.- A plague o' both your houses! And, as he fell, did Romeo turn and fly: They have made worm's meat of me:

This is the truth, or let Benvolio die. I have it, and soundly too :-Your houses !

La. Cap. He is a kinsman to the Montague, (Exeunt MERCUTIO and BENVOLIO. Affection makes him false, he speaks not true: Rom. This gentleman, the prince's near ally, Some twenty of them fought in this black strile, My very friend, hath got his mortal hurt

And all those twenty could but kill one life: In my behalf; my reputation stain'd

beg for justice, whic thou, prince, must give; With Tybalt's slander, Tybalt, that an hour Romeo slew Tybalt, Romeo must not live. Hath been my kinsman:-0 sweet Juliet,

Prin. Romeo slew him, he slew Mercutio; Thy beauty hath made me effeminate,

Who now the price of his dear blood doth owe? And in my temper soften'd valor's steel.

Mon. Not Romeo, prince, he was Mercutio's Re-enter BENVOLIO.


His fault concludes but what the law should eud, Ben. O Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio's dead;

The life of Tybalt. That gallant spirit hath aspir'd the clouds,


And, for that offence,
Which too untimely here did scorn the earth.
Rom. This day's black fate on more days doth immediately we do exile him hence:

I have an interest in your hates' proceeding.
This but begins the woe, others must end.

My blood for your rude brawls doth lie a-bleeding;

But I'll amerce you with so strong a tine,
Re-enter TYBALT.

That you shall all repent the loss of mine.
Ben. Here comes the furious Tybalt back again. I will be deaf to pleading and excuses;

Rom. Alive! in triumph! and Mercutio slain! Nor tears, nor prayers, shall purchase out abuses; Away to Heaven, respectivel lenity,

Therefore use none : let Romeo hence in haste, And fire-eyed fury be my conduct2 now!

Else, when he's found, that hour is his last. Now, Tybalt, take the villain back again,

Bear hence his body, and attend our will: That laie thou gav'st me; for Mercutio's soul Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill. Is but a little way above our heads,

(Exeunt. Staying for thine to keep him company;

SCENE II.-A Room in Capulet's House. Either thou, or I, or both, must go with him. Tyb. Thou, wretched boy, that didst consort3

Enter JULIET. him here,

Jul. Gallop a pace, you fiery-footed steeds, Shalt with him hence.

Towards Phæbus' mansion, such a waggoner Rom.

This shall determine that. As Phaeton would whip you to the west,

(They fight; Tybalt falls. And bring in cloudy night immediately.Ben. Romeo, away, be gone!

Spread thy close curtain, love-performing night! The citizens are up, and Tybalt slain :

That run-away's eyes may wink; and Romeo Stand not amaz’d :-the prince will doom thee Leap to these arms, untalk'd of, and unseen! death,

Lovers can see to do their amorous rites
If thou art taken :-hence!-be gone!-away! By their own beauties: or, if love be blind,
Rom. 0! I am Fortune's fool!

It best a rees with night.--Come, civil7 night,
Ben. Why dost thou stay? [Exit ROMEO. Thou sol er-suited matron, all in black,
Enter Citizens, &C.

And learn me how to lose a winning match,

Play'd for a pair of stainless maidenhoods: 1 Cit. Which way ran he, that kill'd Mercutio ? Hood my unmann'd blood bating in my cheeks, Tybalt, that murderer, which way ran he ? With thy black manile; till strange love, grown Ben. There lies that Tybalt.

bold, 1 Cit.

Up, sir, go with me; Think true love acted, simple modesty, I charge thee in the prince's name, obey.

Come, night !--Come, Romeo! come, thou day i Enter Prince, attended ; MONTAGUE, Capulet, their for thou wilt lie upon the wings of night

night! Wives, and others.

Whiter than new snow on a raven's back.Prin. Where are the vile beginners of this fray ? Come, gentle night; come, loving, black-browd Ben. () noble prince, I can discover all

night, The unlucky manage of this fatal brawl:

Give me my Romeo: and when he shall die. There lies the man slain by young Romeo,

Take him and cut him out in little stars, That slew thy kinsman, brave Mercutio.

And he will make the face of heaven so fine La. Cap. Tybalt, my cousin !-0 my brother's That all the world will be in love with night, child!

And pay no worship to the garisho sun.Unhappy sight! ah me, the blood is spill'd

0, I have bought the mansion of a love, Of my dear kinsman !-Prince, as thou art true,

But not possess'd it; and, though I am sold, For blood of ours, shed blood of Montague.

Not yet enjoy’d: So tedious is this day, O cousin, cousin !

As is the night before some festival Prin. Benvolio, who began this bloody fray ?

To an impatient child, that hath new robes, Ben. Tybalt, here slain, whom Romeo's hand And may not wear them. O, here comes my nurse

did slay; Romeo that spoke him fair, bade him bethink

Enter Nurse, with Cords. How nice the quarrel was, and urged withal And she brings news; and every tongue that speaks Your high displeasure :-All this--uttered

But Romeo's name, speaks heavenly eloquence.With gentle breath, calm look, knees humbly Now, nurse, what news? What hast thou there, bow'd,

the cords, Could not take truce with the unruly spleen That Romeo bade thee fetch ? Of Tybalt, deaf to peace, but that he tilts


Ay, ay, the cords. With piercing steel at bold Mercutio's breast;

[Throus them doua Who, all as hot, turns deadly point to point,

Jul. Ah me! what news? why dost thou wring And. with a martial scorn, with one hand beats

thy hands? Cold death aside, and with the other sends

Nurse. Åh well-a-day!--he's dead, he's dead, he's It back to Tybalt, whose dexterity

dead! Retorts it: Romeo he cries aloud,

We are undone, lady, we are undone!Hold, friends! friends, part! and, swifter than his Alack the day !-he's gone, he's killed, he's dead! tongue,

Jul. Can heaven be so envious ? His agile arm beats down their fatal points,


Kom o can, And 'twixt them rushes; underneath whose arm Though heaven cannot:-O Romeo! Roineo! An envious thrust from Tybalt hit the life

Who ever would have thought it?-Romeo! · Considerate. . Conductor. 3 Accompany. & Punish by fine.

Grave, solean • Just and upright. • Slight, unimportant. . These are terms of falconry.

Gaudy, shor!

Jul. What devil art thou, that dost torment me Which modern2 lamentation might have mov'd! thus?

But, with a rear-ward following Tybalt's death, This torture should be roar'd in dismal hell. Romeo is banished, -to speak that word, Hath Romeo slain himself! say thou but I," Is father, mother, Tybalt, Romeo, Juliet, And that bare vowel I shall poison more

All slain, all dead :-Romeo is banished, -Than the death-darting eye of cockatrice:

There is no end, no limit, measure, bound, I am not I, if there be such an I:

In that word's death; no words can that wae sound. Or those eyes shut, that makes thee answer, 1. Where is my father, and my mother, nurse? If he be slain, say-I; or if not, no:

Nurse. Weeping and wailing over Tybalt's corse Brief sounds determine of iny weal or woe. Will you go to them? I will bring you thither.

Nurse. I saw the wound, I saw it with mine eyes,- Jul. Wash they his wounds with tears? mina God save the mark!--here, on his manly breast :

shall be spent, A piteous corse, a bloody piteous corse;.

When theirs are dry, for Romeo's banishment. Pale, pale as ashes, all bedaub'd in blood,

Take up those cords:-Poor ropes, you are beguil'd All in gore blood; I swoonded at the sight.

Both you and I; for Romeo is exild: Jul. O break, my heart!-poor bankrupt, break He made you for a highway to my bed; at once!

But I, a maid, die maiden-widowed. To prison, eyes! ne'er look on liberty!

Come, cords; come, nurse; I'll to my wedding-bed Vile earth, to earth resign; enii motion here; And death, not Romeo, take my maidenhead! And thou, and Romeo, press one heavy bier! Nurse. Hie to your chamber: l'll find Romeo

Nurse. O Tybalt, Tybalt, the best friend I had ! To comfort you :- I wot3 well where he is.
O courteous Tybalt! honest gentleman!

Hark ye, your Romeo will be here at night;
That ever I should live to see thee dead!

I'll to him; he is hid at Laurence' cell. Jul. What storm is this, that blows so contrary? Jul. O find him! give this ring to my true knight Is Romeo slaughter'd; and is Tybalt dead? And bid him come to take his last farewell. My dear-lov'd cousin, and my dearer lord ?-

(Exeunt Then, dreadful trumpet, sound the general doom! For who is living, if those two are gone?

SCENE III.-Friar Laurence's Cell. Nurse. Tybalt is gone, and Romeo banished;

Enter FRIAR LAURENCE and ROMEO. Romeo, that kill'd him, he is banished. Jul. O God!-did Romeo's hand shed Tybalt's Fri. Romeo, come forth; come forth, thou fear. blood ?

ful man; Nurse. It did, it did; alas the day! it did.

AMiction is enamord of thy parts, Jul. O, serpent heart, hid with a flow'ring face ! And thou art wedded to calamity. Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave?

Rom. Father, what news? what is the prince's Beautiful tyrant! tiend angelical!

doom? Dove-leather'd raven! woltish ravening lamb! What sorrow craves acquaintance at my hand, Despised substance of divinest show!

That I yet know not? Just opposite to what thou justly seem'st,


Too familiar A damned saint, an honorable villain !

Is my dear son with such sour company: 0, nature! what hadst thou to do in hell,

I bring thee tidings of the prince's doom. When thou didst bower the spirit of a tiend

Rom. What less than dooms-day is the prince's In mortal paradise of such sweet flesh ?

doom ? Was ever book, containing such vile matter,

Fri. A gentler judgment vanish'd from his lips, so fairly bound? O, that deceit should dwell Not body's death, but body's banishment. In such a gorgeous palace!

Rom. Ha! banishment? be merciful, say-death: Nurse. There's no trust,

For exile hath more terror in bis look, No faith, no honesty in men; all perjur’d,

Much more than death: do not say-banishment. All forsworn, all naught, all dissemblers.

Fri. Hence from Verona art thou banished: Ah, where's my man? give me some aqua vitæ:- Be patient, for the world is broad and wide. These griefs, these woes, these sorrows, make me

Rom. There is no world without Verona walls, old.

But purgatory, torture, hell itself.
Shame come to Romeo!

Hence-banished is banish'd from the world,
Blister'd be thy tongue,

And world's exile is death :then banishment, For such a wish! he was not born to shame: Is death mis-term’d: calling death-banishment, Upon his brow shame is ashain'd to sit;

Thou cut'st my head oil with a golden axe, For 'tis a throne where honor may be crown'd And smil'st upon the stroke that murders me. Sole monarch of the universal earth.

Fri. O deadly sin! ( rude unthankfulness! 0, what a beast was I to chide at him!

Thy fault our law calls death; but the kind prince, Nurse. Will you speak well of him that kill?d Taking thy part, hath rush'd aside the law, your cousin ?

And turn'd that black word death to banishment: Jul. Shall I speak ill of him that is my husband? This is dear mercy, and thou seest it not. Ah, poor my lord, what tongue shall smooth thy where Juliet lives; and every cat, and dog,

Rom. 'Tis torture, and not mercy: heaven is here, name, When I, thy three-hours' wife, have mangled it ?- And little mouse, every unworthy thing, But, wherefore, villain, didst thou kill my cousin ? Live here in heaven, and may look on her, That villain cousin would have kill'd my husband:

But Romeo may not.-More validity, Back, foolish tears, back to your native spring;

More honorable state, more courtship, lives Your tributary drops belong to woe,

In carrion Mies, than Romeo: they may seize Which you, mistaking, offer up to joy:

On the white wonder of dear Juliet's hand, My husband lives, that Tybalt would have slain;

And steal immortal blessing from her lips; And Tybalt's dead, that would have slain my hus- Who, even in pure and vestal modesty, band:

Still blush, as thinking their own kisses sm; All this is comfort; Wherefore weep I then? But Romeo may not; he is banished: Some word there was, worser than Tybalt's death Flies may do this, when I from this must fly; That murder'd me: I would forget it fain;

They are free men, but I am banished. But, o! it presses to my memory,

And say'st thou yet, that exile is not death? Like damned guilty deeds to sinners' minds:

Hadst thou no poison mix'd, no sharp-ground knife, Tybalt is dead, unii Romeo-banished,

No sudden mean of death, though ne'er so mean, That-banished, that one word,-banished,

But,-banished-to kill me; banished ? Hath slain ten thousand Tybalts. Tybalt's death

O friar, the damned use that word in hell; Was woe enough, if it had ended there:

Howlings attend it: How hast thou the heart, Or,--if sour woe delights in tellowship,

Being a divine, a ghostly cóntessor,
And needly will be rank'd with other griefs,- A sin-absolver, and my friend profess'd,
Whr tollow'd not, when she said-Tybalt's dead,

To mangle me with that word=banishment? Thy ather, or thy mother, nay, or both,

Fri. Thou fond mad man, hear me but speak a

word. 'Io Shakspeare's time the affirmative particle ay was Rom. O, thou wilt speak again of banishment. usually written 1, and here it neceffary to tain the

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Fri. I'll give thee armor to keep off that word: Fye, fye! thou sham'st thy shape, thy love, thy wit; Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy,

Which, like an usurer, abound'st in all, To comfort thee, though thou art banished. And usest none in that true use indeed

Rom. Yet banished !-Hang up philosophy! Which should bedeck thy shape, thy love, thy wil Unless philosophy can make a Juliet,

Thy noble shape is but a form of wax, Displani a town, reverse a prince's doom,

Digressing from the valor of a man: It lielps not, it prevails not, -talk no more.

Thy dear love, sworn, but hollow perjury,
Fri: 0, then I see that madmen have no ears. Killing that love which thou hast vow'd to cherish:
Ruin. How should they, when that wise men Thy wit, that ornament to shape and love,
have no eyes?

Mis-shapen in the conduct of ihem both,
Fri. Let me dispute with thee of thy estate. Like powder in a skill-less soldier's task,
Rom. Thou canst not speak of what thou dost Is set on tire by thine own ignorance,
not teel:

And thou dismember'd with thine own defence.
Wert thou as young as I, Juliet thy love,

What, rouse thee, man! thy Juliet is alive, An hour but married, Tybalt murdered,

For whose dear sake thou wast but lately dead; Doting like me, and like me banished,

There art thou happy: Tybalt would kill thee, Then mightst thou speak, then mightst thou tear But thou slew'st Tybalt; ihere art thou happy too: thy hair,

The law, that threaten'd death, becomes thy triend, And fall upon the ground as I do now,

And turns it to exíle; there art thou happy: Taking the measure of an unmade grave.

A pack of blessings lights upon thy back; Fri. Arise; one knocks; good Romeo, hide thy- Happiness courts thee in her best array; selt.

(Knocking within. But, like a mis-behav'd and sullen wench, Rom. Not I; unless the breath of heart-sick Thou pout'st upon thy fortune and thy love: groans,

Take heed, take heed, for such die miserable. Mist-like, intold me from the search of eyes. Go, get thee to thy love, as was decreed,

of knocking. Ascend her chamber, hence, and comfort her; Fri. Hark, how they knock!-Who's there! But, look, thou stay not till the watch be set, Romeo, arise:

For then thou canst not pass to Mantua; Thou wilt be taken :-Stay a while:-stand up; Where thou shalt live, till we can find a time

(Knocking. To blaze your marriage, reconcile your friends, Run to my study:-By and by :-God's will! Beg pardon of the prince, and call thee back What wiliulness is this !--I come, I come.

With twenty hundred thousand times more joy

(Knocking. Than thou went'st forth in lamentation.--. Who knocks so hard? Whence come you? what's Go before, nurse : commend me to thy lady; your will ?

And bid her hasten all the house to bed. Nurse: [Within.] Let me come in, and you shall Which heavy sorrow makes them apt unto: know my errand;

Romeo is coming. come from Lady Juliet.

Nurse. O Lord, I could have staid bere all the
Welcome then.


To hear good counsel : 0, what learning is !
Enter Nurse.

My lord, I'll tell my lady you will come.
Nurse. O holy friar, 0, tell me, holy friar,

Rom. Do so, and bid my sweet prepare to chide. Where is my lady's lord, where's Romeo ?

Nurse. Here, sir, a ring she bid me give you, si: Fri. There on the ground, with his own tears Hie you, make haste, for it grows very late. Endl. made drunk.

Rom. How well my comfort is reviv'd by uns! Nurse. 0, he is even in my mistress' case,

Fri. Go hence: good-night: and here studs all Just in her case!

your state ; Fri. () woeful sympathy!

Either be gone before the watch be set,
Piteous predicament.

Or by the break of day disguis'd from hence.
Even so lies she,

Sojourn in Mantua; I'll find out your man,
Blubbering and weeping, weeping and blubber- And he shall sigmity from time to time

Every good hap to you, that chances here: Stand up. stand up; stand, an you be a man: Give me thy hand; 'tis late: farewell; good-night For Juliet's sake, for her sake, rise and stand; Rom. But that a joy past joy calls out on me, Why should you lall into so deep an 0?

It were a grief, so brief to part with thee: Rom. Nurse!


Nurse. Ah sir! ah sir!-Well, death's the end
of all.

SCENE IV.- A Room in Capulet's House.
Rom. Spak'st thou of Juliet? how is it with her ?
Does not she think me an old murderer,

Now I have stain'd the childhood of our joy
With blood remov'd but little from her own?

Cap. Things have fallen out, sir, so unluckily,
Where is she? and how doth she? and what says Look you, she lov'd her kinsman Tybalt dearly,

That we have had no time to move our daughter.
My conceal'd lady to our cancell'd love?
Nurse. O, she says nothing, sir, but weeps and And so did 1;-Well, we were born to die.-

'Tis very late, she'll not come down 10-night:
And now falls on her bed; and then starts up,

I promise you, but for your company, And Tybalt calls, and then on Romeo cries,

I would have been a-bed an hour ago). And then down falls again.

Par. These times of woe afford no time to woo. Rom.

As if that name,

Madam, good-night:commend me to your daughter Shot from the deadly level of a gun,

La. Cap. I will, and know her mind early to

morrow; Did murder her; as that name's cursed hand Murder'd her kinsman).-0 tell me, friar, tell me,

To-night she's mew'd6 up to her heaviness. In what vile part of this anatomy

Cup. Sir Paris, I will inahe a desperate te der Doth my name lodge ? tell me, that I may sack

Of my child's love: I think, she will be rul'd
The haietul mansion. [Druwing his Sword.

In all respects by me; nay more, I doubt it uot.
Hold thy desperate hand:

Wile, go you to her ere you go to bed;
Art thou a man? thy form cries out, ihou art;

Acquaint her here of my son Paris' love; Thy tears are womanish, thy wild acts denote

And bid her, mark you me, on Wednesday nella The unreasonable fury of a beast.

But soit: what day is this?

Par. Unseemly woman, in a seeming man!

Monday, my lord Or ill-beseeming beast, in seeming both!

Cap. Monday ? ha! ha! Well, Wednesday is !! Thou hast amaz'd me: by my holy order,

soon; I thought thy disposition betier tein per'd.

O' Thursday'let it be ;-o' Thursday, teol her, Hast ihou stáin Tybalt? wilt thou slay thyself?

She shall be married io this noble earl And slay thy lady too that lives in thee,

Will you be ready? do you like this haste! By doing damned hate upon thyself?

We'll keep no great ado;- a friend, or i so: Why rail'st thou on thy birth, the heaven, and earth? For, hark you, Tybalt being slain so late, Since birth, and heaven, and earth, all three do meet • The whole of your fortune depends on Vis In thee at once; which thou at once wouldst lose.

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It may be thought we held him carelessly,

That is renown'd for faith? Be fickle, fortune: Being our kinsman, if we revel much:

For then, I hope, thou wilt not keep him long, Therepre we'll have some half a dozen friends, But send him back. And there an end. But what say you to Thursday? La. Cap. (Within.] Ho, daughter! are you up? Pur. My lord, I would that Thursday were io- Jul. Who is't that calls? is it my lady mother' morrow.

Is she not down so late, or up so early ! Cap. Well, get you gone:-0' Thursday be it What unaccustom'd cause procures her hither! then:

Go you to Juliet ere you go to bed,
Prepare her, wife, against this wedding-day.-. La. Cap. Why, how now, Juliet?
Farewell, my lord.-Light to my chamber, ho!


Madam, I am not well A tore ine, it is so very late, that we

La. Cap. Evermore weeping for your cousin's May call it early by and by:-Good-night. (Exeunt.


What, wilt thou wash him from his grave with SCENE V.-Juliet's Chamber.


An if thou couldst, thou couldst not make him live; Enter Romeo and JULIET.

Therefore, have done: Some grief shows inuch Jul. Wilt thou be gone? it is not yet near day:

love; It was the nightingale, and not the lark,

But much of grief shows still some want of wit. That pierced the leartul hollow of thine ear;

Jul. Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss. Nightiy she sings on yon pomegranate tree:

La. Cup. So shall you feel the loss, but not the Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.

friend, Rom. It was the lark, the herald of the morn, Which you weep for. No nizhungale: look, love, what envious streaks Jul.

Feeling so the loss, Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east:

I cannot choose but ever weep the friend. Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day La. Cup. Well, girl, thou weep'st not so much Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops;

for his death, I must be gone and live, or stay and die.

As that the villain lives which slaughter'd him. Jul. Yon light is not day-light, I know it, I : Jul. What villain, madam? It is some meteor that the sun exhales,

La. Cap.

That same villain, Romeo. To be to thee this might a torch-bearer,

Jul. Villain and he are many miles asunder. And light thee on thy way to Mantua:

God pardon him! I do, with all my heart; Therefore stay yet, trou need’st not to be gone. And yet no man, like he, doth grieve my heart.

Rum. Let me be ta'en, let me be put to death; La. Cap. That is, because the traitor murderer I am content, so thou will have it so.

lives. I'll say, yon grey is not the morning's eye,

Jul. Ay, inadam, from the reach of these my "Tis but the paie reflex of Cynthia's brow !8

hands. Nor that is not the lark, whose notes do beat 'Would, none but I might'venge my cousin's death! The vaulty heaven so high above our heads:

La. Cup. We will have vengeance for it, tea. I have more care to stay, than will to go;

thou not: Coine, death, and welcome! Juliet wills it so.- Then weep no more. I'll send to one in ManHow is't, my soul! let's talk, it is day.

tua, Jul. It is, it is, hie hence, be gone, away;

Where that same banish'd runagate doth live, It is the lark that sings so out of lune,

That shall bestow on him so sure a draught, Straining harsh discords, and unpleasing sharps.

That he shall soon keep Tybalt company: Some say, the lark makes sweet division;'

And then, I hope, thou wilt be sati-tied. This doth not so, for she divideth us:

Jul. Indeed, I never shall be satistied Some say, the lark and loathed toad change eyes: With Romeo, till I behold hin-dead0, now I would they had changed voices too; Is my poor heart so for a kinsman vex'd:Since arm from arm that voice doth us allray, Madam, if you could tind out but a man Hunting thee hence with hunts-up to the day. To bear a poison, I would temper it; 0. now be gone; more light and light it grows.

That Romeo should, upon receipt thereof, kum. More light and light !--inore dark and Soon sleep in quiet.-0), how my ticart abhors dark our woes.

To hear him wamed,-and cannot come to him,

To wreak the love I bore my cousin Tybalt
Enter Nurse.

Upon his body that hath slaughter'd hiin!
Nurse. Madam!

La. Cap. Find thou the means, and I'll find such Jul. Nurse!

a man. Nurse. Your lady mother's coming to your

But now, I'll tell thee joyful tidings, girl, chamber:

Jul. And joy comes well in such a needful The day is broke; be wary, look about. [Exit.

time: Jul. Then, window, let day in, and let life out. What are they, I beseech your ladyship? Rom. Farewell, farewell! one kiss, and I'll de- La. Cap. Well, well, thou hast a careful father, scend. (Romeo descends.

Jul. Art thou gone so? my love! my lord! my One, who, to put thee from thy heaviness,

Hath sorted oul a sudden day of joy,
I must hear from thee every day i'the hour, That thou expect'st not, nor I look'd not for.
For in a minute there are many days:

Jul. Madam, in happy lime, what day is that? 0! by this count I shall be much in years,

La. Cap. Marry, my child, early next Thursday Ere I again behold my Romeo.

morn, Rom. Farewell! I will omit no opportunity That gallant, young, and noble gentleman, That inay convey my greetings, love, to thee. The county Paris, at Saint Peter's church,

Jul, 0, 'think'si thou, we shall ever meet again? Shall happily make thee there a joyful bride. Rum. I doubt it not; and all these woes shall Jul. Now, by Saint Peter's church, and Peter serve

too, For sweet discourses in our time to come.

He shall not make me there a joyful bride. Jul. ( God! I have an ill-divining soul:

I wonder at this haste: that I must wed Methinks, I see thee, now thou art below,

Ere he, that should be husband, comes to woo. As one dead in the bottom of a tomb:

I pray you, tell my lord and father, madam, Either my eyesight fails, or thou look'st pale. I will not marry yet; and when I do, I swear,

Rom. Aud trust me, love, in mine eye so do you: It shall be Romeo, whoin you know I hate,
Dry surrow drinks our blood. Adieu! adieu! Rather than Paris :—These are news indeed!

(Exit ROMEO. La. Cap. Here comes your father; tell him so Jul. O fortune! fortune! all men call thee tickle:

yourself, If thou art tickle, what dost thou with him

And see how he will take it at your hands. "Reflection of the moon.


Enter CAPULET and Nurse. "Division was thy technical phrase for musical compo- Cap. When the sun sets, the air doth drizzle dew:

But for the sunset of my brother's sun, 9 A tune played tu wake hunters; also a morning song lc a woman the day after marriage.

• Brings.


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