That rude day's eyes may wink,2 and Romeo By their own beauties: or, if love be blind, Hood my unmann'd blood bating in my cheeks,3 Come, night-come, Romeo-come, thou day in night! Enter Nurse, with cords. Now, nurse, what news? What hast thou there? the cords, Nurse. 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's dead! We are undone, lady, we are undone !— Alack the day!—he's gone, he's kill'd, he's dead!— Nurse. Romeo can, Though heaven cannot :-O Romeo, Romeo!— Whoever would have thought it ?-Romeo! Jul. What devil art thou, that dost torment me thus ? Or those eyes shut, that make thee answer, I. 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 bedaub'd in blood, All in gore blood;-I swounded 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! Jul. What storm is this that blows so contrary? Nurse. Tybalt is gone, and Romeo banished; Jul. O God!—did Romeo's hand shed Tybalt's blood? Nurse. It did, it did; alas the day, it did! Jul. O serpent heart, hid with a flowering face! Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave? Dove-feather'd raven! wolvish-ravening lamb! Nurse. There's no trust, 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 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 husband? Ah, poor my lord, what tongue shall smooth thy name, When I, thy three-hours' wife, have mangled it ?— But, wherefore, villain, didst thou kill my cousin ? That villain cousin would have kill'd Back, foolish tears, back to your native spring ; Your tributary drops belong to woe, Which you, mistaking, offer up to joy. my husband: My husband lives, that Tybalt would have slain ; weep I then? Some word there was, worser than Tybalt's death, That murder'd me: I would forget it fain; Like damned guilty deeds to sinners' minds. In that word's death; no words can that woe sound.- 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. Take up those cords :-poor ropes, you are beguil❜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! 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. [Exeunt. SCENE III.-FRIAR LAURENCE'S Cell. Enter FRIAR LAURENCE. Fri. Romeo, come forth; come forth, thou fearful man ; Affliction is enamour'd of thy parts, And thou art wedded to calamity. Enter ROMEO. Rom. Father, what news? what is the prince's doom? What sorrow craves acquaintance at my hand, That I yet know not? Fri. Too familiar Is my dear son with such sour company: Rom. What less than doomsday is the prince's doom? Rom. Ha, banishment! be merciful, say—death. Rom. 'Tis torture, and not mercy: heaven is here, E |