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Mer. Why, is not this better now than groaning gills; I am none of his skains-mates :- And thou for love? now art thou sociable, now art thou Ro- must stand by too, and suffer every knave to use me meo; now art thou what thou art, by art as well as at his pleasure ? by nature: for this drivelling love is like a great na- Pet. I saw no man use you at his pleasure ; if I tural, that runs lolling up and down to hide his bau bad, my weapon should quickly have been out, I ble in a hole,

warrant you: I dare draw as soon as another man, Ben. Stop there, stop there.

if I see occasion in a good quarrel, and the law on Mer. Thou desirest me to stop in my tale against my side. the hair.

Nurse. Now, afore God, I am so vexed, that every Ben. Thou would'st else have made thy tale large part about me quivers. Scurvy knave!-- Pray you,

Mer. O, thou art deceived, I would have made sir, a word : and as I told you, my young lady bade it short : for I was come to the whole depth of my me inquire you out; what she bade me say, I will tale: and meant, indeed, to occupy the argument keep to myself: but first let me tell ye, if ye should no longer.

lead her into a fool's paradise, as they say, it were Rom. Here's goodly geer!

a very gross kind of behaviour, as they say; for

the gentlewoman is young; and, therefore, if you Enter Nurse and PETER.

should deal double with her, truly, it were an ill Mer. A sail, a sail, a sail!

thing to be offered to any gentlewoman, and very Ben, Two, two; a shirt, and a smock.

weak dealing. Nurse. Peter!

Rom. Nurse, commend me to thy lady and misPeter. Anon ?

tress. I protest unto thee, Nurse. My fan, Peter.

Nurse. Good heart! and, i'faith, I will tell her as Mer. Pr'ythee, do, good Peter, to hide her face; much: Lord, lord, she will be a joyful woman. for her fan's the fairer of the two.

Rom. What wilt thou tell her, nurse ? thou dost Nurse. God ye good morrow, gentlemen.

not mark me. Mer. God ye good den, fair gentlewoman.

Nurse. I will tell her, sir,-that you do protest; Nurse. Is it good den?

which, as I take it, is a gentlemanlike offer. Mer. 'Tis no less, I tell you ; for the bawdy hand Rom. Bid her devise some means to come to shrift of the dial is now upon the prick of noon.

This afternoon;
Nurse. Out upon you! what a man are you ? And there she shall at friar Laurence' cell

Rom. One, gentlewoman, that God hath made Be shriv'd, and married. Here is for thy pains. himself to mar.

Nurse. No, truly, sir; not a penny. Nurse. By my troth, it is well said ;-For himself Rom. Go to; I say, you shall. to mar, quoth'a ?-Gentlemen, can any of you tell Nurse. This afternoon, sir ? well, she shall be there me where I may find the young Romeo ?

Rom. And stay, good nurse, behind the abbey Rom. I can tell you; but young Romeo will be

wall : older when you have found him, than he was when Within this hour my man shall be with thee; you sought him :- I am the youngest of that name, And bring thee cords made like a tackled stair : for 'fault of a worse.

Which to the high top-gallant of my joy Nurse. You say well.

Must be my convoy in the secret night. Mer. Yea, is the worst well? very well took, Farewell!-Be trusty, and I'll quit thy pains. i'faitb : wisely, wisely.

Farewell!—Commend me to thy mistress. Nurse. If you be he, sir, I desire some confidence Nurse. Now God in heaven bless thee !--Hark Ben. She will indite him to some supper.

Rom. What say'st thou, my dear nurse ? Mer. A bawd, a bawd, a bawd! So ho!

Nurse. Is your man secret ? Did you ne'er hear Rom. What hast thou found ?

sayMer. No hare, sir, unless a bare, sir, in a lenten Two may keep counsel, putting one away? pie, that is something stale and hoar ere it be spent. Rom. I warrant thee; iny man's as true as steel. An old hare hoar,

Nurse. Well, sir; my mistress is the sweetest And an old hare hoar,

lady-Lord, lord !—when 'twas a little prating Is very good meat in leni :

thing, -0, there's a nobleman in town, one Paris, But a hare that is hoar,

that would fain lay knife aboard; but she, good soul, Is too much for a score,

had as lieve see a toad, a very toad, as see him. I When it hoars ere it be spent.

anger her sometimes, and tell her that Paris is the

properer man; but, I'll warrant you, when I say so, Romeo, will you come to your father's ? we'll to she looks as pale as any clout in the varsal world. dinner thither.

Doth not rosemary and Romeo begin both with a Rom. I will follow you.

letter? Mer. Farewell, ancient lady; farewell, lady, lady, Rom. Ay, nurse; What of that? both with an R. lady.

Nurse. Ah, mocker! that's the dog's name. R. (Exeunt M&RCUTIO and Benvolio. is for the dog. No; I know it begins with some Nurse. Marry, farewell :- I pray you, sir, what other letter : and she hath the prettiest sententious saucy merchant was this, that was so full of his of it, of you and rosemary, that it would do you ropery ?

good to hear it. Rom. A gentleman, nurse, that loves to hear him- Rom. Commend me to thy lady. [Erit. self talk; and will speak more in a minute, than Nurse. Ay, a thousand times. Peter ! he will stand to in a month.

Pet. Anon? Nurse. An'a speak any thing against me, I'll Nurse. Peter take pav fan, and go before. take him down an 'a were lustier than he is, and

Breunt twenty such Jacks; and if I cannot, I'll find those that shall. Scurvy knave! I am none of his Airt-/

with you.

you, sir.


Where should she be? How oddly thou reply'st ? SCENE V.-Capulet's Garden.

Your love says like an honest gentleman,

Where is your mother ?


0, God's lady dear! Jul. The clock struck nine, when I did send the Are you so hot? Marry, come up, I trow; nurse,

Is this the poultice for my aking bones ? In half an hour she promis'd to return.

Henceforward do your messages yourself. Perchance, she cannot meet him :- that's not so.- Jul. Here's such a coil,—Come, what says 0. she is lame! love's heralds should be thoughts,

Romeo ? Which ten times faster glide than the sun's beams, Nurse. Have you got leave to go to shrift to-day? Driving back shadows over lowring bills :

Jul. I have. Therefore do nimble-pinion'd doves draw love, Nurse. Then hie you hence to friar Laurence' cell And therefore hath the wind-swift Cupid wings. There stays a husband to make you a wife: Now is the sun upon the highmost hill

Now comes the wanton blood up in your cheeks, Of this day's journey; and from nine sill twelve They'll be in scarlet straight at any news. Is three long hours,—yet she is not come.

Hie you to church; I must another way, Had she affections, and warm youthful blood, To fetch a ladder, by the which your love She'd be as swift in motion as a ball;

Must climb a bird's nest soon, when it is dark: My words would bandy her to my sweet love, I am the drudge, and toil in your delight; And his to me:

But you shall bear the burden soon at night. But old folks, may feign as they were dead; Go, I'll to dinner; hie you to the cell. Unwieldy, slow, heavy and pale as lead.

Jul. Hie to high fortune !-honest nurse, fare. well.

[Exeuni. Enter Nurse and Peter. O God, she comes — honey nurse, what news ?

SCENE VI.-Friar Laurence's Cell.
Hast thou met with him? Send thy man away.
Nurse. Peter, stay at the gate. (Exit Peter.

Enter Friar LAURENCE and Romeo. Jul. Now, good sweet nurse, -o lord! why look'st Fri. So smile the heavens upon this hulv act thou sad?

That after-hours with sorrow chide us not! Though news be sad, yet tell them merrily;

Rom. Amen, amen! but come what sorrow can, If good, thou sham'st the musick of sweet news It cannot countervail the exchange of joy By playing it to me with so sour a face.

That one short minute gives me in her sight: Nurse. I am aweary, give me leave a while ;- Do thou but close our hands with holy words, Fye, how my bones ache! What a jaunt have I had! Then love-devouring death do what he dare, Jul. I would, thou hadst my bones, and I thy It is enough I may but call her mine.

(speak. Fri. These violent delights have violent ends, Nay, come, I pray thee, speak ;-good, good purse, And in their triumph die; like fire and powder, Nurse. Jesu, what baste ? can you not stay Which, as they kiss, consume: The sweetest honey awhile ?

Is loathsome in his own deliciousness, Do you not see, that I am out of breath?

And in the taste confounds the appetite: Jul. How art thou out of breath, when thou hast Therefore, love moderately; long love doth so; breath

Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.
To say to me that thou art out of breath?
The excuse, that thou dost make in this delay.

Enter Juliet.
Is longer than the tale thou dost excuse.

Here comes the lady ;-0, so light a foot Is thy news good, or bad ? answer to that;

Will ne'er wear out the everlasting fint: {ay either, and I'll stay the circumstance:

A lover may bestride the gossomers Let me be satisfied, Is't good or bad ?

That idle in the wanton summer air, Nuise. Well, you have made a simple choice; you And yet not fall; so light is vanity. know not how to choose a man: Romeo! no, not Jul. Good even to my ghostly confessor. he; though his face be better than any man's, yet Fri. Romeo shall thank thee, daughter, for us his leg excels all men’s; and for a hand, and a foot,

both. and a body,—though they be not to be talked on, Jul. As much to him, else are his thanks too much. yet they are past compare: He is not the flower of Rom. Ah, Juliet, if the measure of thy joy courtesy,—but, I'll warrant him, as gentle as a lamb. Be heap'd like mine, and that thy skill be more

-Go thy ways, wench; serve God. -What, have To blazon it, then sweeten with thy breath you dined at home ?

This neighbour air, and let rich musick's tongue Jul. No, no: But all this did I know before ; Unfold the imagin'd happiness that both What says he of our marriage ? what of that ? Receive in either by this dear encounter, Nurse. Lord, how my head akes ! what a head Jul. Conceit, more rich in matter than in words, have I ?

Brags of his substance, not of ornament: It beats as it would fall in twenty pieces,

They are but beggars that can count their worth; My back o' t'other side,-0, my back, my back !- But my true love is grown to such excess, Beshrew your heart, for sending me about,

I cannot sum up half my sum of wealth. To catch my death with jaunting up and down ! Fri. Come, come, with me, and we will make Jul. l'faith, I am sorry that thou art not well:

short work; Sweet, sweet, sweet nurse, tell me, what says my For, by your leaves, you shall not stay alone, love ?

Till holy church incorpordie iwo in one. (Breurs Nurse. Your love says like an honest gentleman, And a courteous, and a kiud, and a handsome, Apd, I warrant, a virtuous :- Where is your mother?

Jul. Where is my mother 2-why, she is within ;

Your worship in that sense, may call him-man. ACT III.

Tyb. Romeo, the hate I bear thee can afford

No better term than this Thou art a villain.
SCENE I. -A publick Place.

Rom. Tybalt, the reason that I have to love thee

Doth much excuse the appertaining rage Enter MERCUTIO, BENVOLIO, Page, and Servants.

To such a greeting :-Villain am I none; Ben I pray thee, good Mercutio, let's retire ;

Therefore, farewell; I see, thou know'st me not.

Tyb. Boy, this sball not excuse the injuries The day is hot, the Capulets abroad.

That thou hast done me; therefore turn, and draw. And, if we meet, we shall not 'scape a brawl;

Rom. I do protest, I never injur'd thee;
For now, these hot days, is the mad blood stirring.
Mer. Thou art like one of those follows, that, Till thou shalt know the reason of my love:

But love thee better than thou canst devise,
when he enters the confines of a tavern, claps me And so, good Capulet, -which name i tender
his sword upon the table, and says, God send me no
need of thee! and, by the operation of the second As dearly as mine own,—be satisfied.
cup, diaws it on the drawer, when, indeed, there

Mer. O calm, dishonourable, vile submission ! is no need.

Ala stoccata carries it away.

[Draws Ben. Am I like such a fellow ?

Tybalt, you rat-catcher, will you walk? .

Tyb. What would'st thou have with me? Mer. Come, come, thou art as hot a Jack in thy mood as any in Italy; and as soon moved to be nine lives, that I mean to make bold withal, and,

Mer. Good king of cats, nothing, but one of your moody, and as soon moody to be moved. Ben, And what to ?

as you shall use me hereafter, dry-beat the rest of Mer. Nay, an there were two such, we should the eight. Will you pluck your sword out of his have none shortly, for one would kill the other. pilcher by the ears ? make haste, lest mine be about Thou! why thou wilt quarrel with a man that hath your ears ere it be out. a hair more, or a hair less, in his beard, than thou

Tyb. I am for you.

(Drawing. hast. Thou wilt quarrel with a man for cracking

Rom. Gentle Mercutio, put thy rapier up. nuts, having no other reason but because thou hast

Mer. Come, sir, your passado. (They fight. nazel eyes ; 'What eye, but such an eye, would spy Beat down their weapons :-Gentlemen, for shame

Rom. Draw, Benvolio; out such a quarrel? Thy head is as full of quarrels, as an egg is full of meat; and yet thy head hath The prince expressly hath forbid this bandying,

Forbear this outrage ;-Tybalt-Mercutio been beaten as addle as an egg, for quarrelling. In Verona streets :-hold, Tybalt;-good MerThou hast quarrelled with a man for coughing in the street, because he hath wakened thy dog that

cutio. (Ereunt TYBALT and his Partizans. hath lain asleep in the sun. Didst thou not fall out A plague o' both the houses ! -I am sped:

Mer. I am hurt; with a tailor for wearing his new doublet before Is he gone, and hath nothing? Easter? with another, for tying his new shoes with

Ben. old ribband? and yet thou wilt tutor me from quar

What, art thou hurt! relling!

Mer. Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch; marry, 'tis Ben. An I were so apt to quarrel as thou art, any Where is my page ?—go, villain, fetch a surgeon. should buy the fee-simple of my life for an hour and a quarter.

(Erit Page. Mer. The fee-simple ? O simple.

Rom. Courage, man; the hurt cannot be mucb.

Mer. No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide Enter TYBALT, and others.

as a church-door; but 'tis enough, 'twill serve : ask Ben. By my head, here come the Capulets. for me to-morrow, and you shall find me a grave Mer. By my heel, care not.

I am peppered, I warrant, for this world :Tyb. Follow me close, for I will speak to them.

A plague o'both your houses !—'Zounds, a dog, a Gentlemen, good den: a word with one of you. rat, a mouse, a cat, to scratch a man to death!

Mer. And but one word with one of us — Couple braggart, a rogue, a villain, that fights by the book it with something; make it a word and a blow. of arithmetick!-Why, the devil, came you between

Tyb. You will find me apt enough to that, sir, if us ? I was burt under your arm. you will give me occasion.

Rom. I thought all for the best. Mer. Could you not take some occasion without Mer. Help me into some house, Benvolio, giving ?

Or I shall faint.-A plague o'both your houses ! Tyb. Mercutio, thou consort'st with Romeo,- They have made worm's meat of me:

Mer. Consort! what, dost thou make us minstrels! I have it, and soundly too :-Your houses ! an thou make minstrels of us, look to hear nothing

[Exeunt MERCUTIO and BENVOLIO but discords : here's my fiddlestick; here's that

Rom. This gentleman, the prince's Dear ally, ahall make you dance. "Zounds, consort !

My very friend, hath got his mortal hurt Ben. We talk here in the public haunt of men:

In my behalf; my reputation stain'd Either withdraw into some private place,

With Tybalt's slander, Tybalt, that an hour Or reason coldly of your grievances,

Hath been my kinsman:- sweet Juliet, Or else depart; here all eyes gaze on us.

Thy beauty hath made me effeminate, Mer. Men's eyes were made to look, and let And in my temper soften'd valour steel.

Re-enter BenvolIO. I will not budge for no man's pleasure, I.

Ben, O Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio's dead; Enter ROMEO.

That gallant spirit hath aspir’d the clouds, Tyb. Well, peace be with you, sir! here comes Which too untimely here did scorn the earth. iny man,

[livery: Rom. This day's black fate on more days doch Mer. But I'll be hanged, sir, if he wear yorr

depend; Narry, go before to field, he'll be your follower; This but begins the woe, others must enda


them gaze;

Some twenty of them fought in this black strife, Re-enter TYBALT

And all those twenty could but kill one life :

I beg for justice, which thou, prince, must give; Ben. Here comes the furious Tybalt back again

Romeo slew Tybalt, Romeo must not live. Rom. Alive! in triumph! and Mercutio slain !

Prin. Romeo slew him, he slew Mercutio ; Away to heaven, respective lenity,

Who now the price of his dear blood doth owe? And fire-ey'd fury be my conduct Duw!

Mon. Not Romeo, prince, he was Mercutio's friend, Now, Tybalt, take the villain back again,

His fault concludes but, what the law should end, That late thou gay'st me; for Mercutio's soul

The life of Tybalt. Is but a little way above our heads,


And, for that offence, Staying for thine to keep him company;

Immediately we do exsle him hence : Either thou, or I, or both, must go with him.

I have an interest in your hate's proceeding, Tyb. Thou, wretched boy, that didst consort him My blood for your rude brawls doth lie a bleeding; here,

But I'll amerce you with so strong a fine, Shalt with him hence.

That you shall all repent the loss of mine : Rom.

This shall determine that. I will be deaf to pleading and excuses;

[ They fight ; Tybalt falls. Nor tears, nor prayers, shall purchase out abuses, Ben. Romeo, away, be gone!

Therefore use none : let Romeo hence in haste, The citizens are up, and Tybalt slain :Stand not amaz’d:-the prince will doom thee death, Bear hence this body, and attend our will:

Else, when he's found, that hour is his last. If thou art taken :-hence !-be gone !-away!

Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill. Rom. O! I am fortune's fool!

(Ereunt. Ben.

Why dost thou stay?
(Erit Romeo.

SCENE II.-A Room in Capulet's House.
Enter Citizens, &c.

Enter Juliet. 1 Cit. Which way ran he, that kill'd Mercutio ?

Jul. Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds, Tybalt, that murderer, which way ran be ?

Towards Phoebus' mansion; such a waggoner Ben. There lies that Tybalt.

As Phaeton would whip you to the west, 1 Cit.

Up, sir, go with me; And bring in cloudy night immediately.I charge thee in the prince's name, obey.

Spread thy close curtain, love-performing night

That run-aways' eyes may wink; and Romeo Enter Prince, attended; Montague, Capulet, Leap to these arms, untalk'd of, and unseen !their Wives, and others.

Lovers can see to do their amorous rites Prin. Where are the vile beginners of this fray? By their own beauties : or, if love oe blind, Ben. O noble Prince, I can discover all

It best agrees with night.—Come, civil night, The unlucky manage of this fatal brawl:

Thou sober-suited matron, all in black, There lies the man, slain by young Romeo,

And learn me how to lose a winning match, Tbat slew thy kinsman, brave Mercutio. (child! Play'd for a pair of stainless maidenhoods :

La. Cap. Tybalt, my cousin !-0 my brother's Hood my unmann'd blood bating in my cheeks, Unhappy sight! ah me, the blood is spill'd With thy black mantle; till strange love, grown bold, Of my dear kinsman - Prince, as thou art true,

Think true love acted, simple modesty. [night! For blood of ours, shed blood of Montague.- Come, night!-Come, Romeo! come, thou day in O cousin, cousin !

For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night Prin. Benvolio, who began this bloody fray ?

Whiter than new snow on a raven's back. Ben. Tybalt, here slain, whom Romeo's hand did Come, gentle night; come, loving, black-brow'd slay;

night, Romeo that spoke him fair, bade him bethink Give me my Romeo: and, when he shall die, How nice the quarrel was, and urg'd withal

Take him and cut him out in little stars,
Your high displeasure:- All this uttered

And he will make the face of heaven so fine,
With gentle breath,calm look, knees humbly bow'd,-- That all the world will be in love with night,
Could not take truce with the unruly spleen And pay no worship to the garish sun.
Of Tybalt, deaf to peace, but that he tilts

O, I have bought the mansion of a love,
With piercing steel at bold Mercutio’s breast; But not possess'd it; and, though I am sold,
Who, all as hot, turns deadly point to point, Not yet enjoy'd: So tedious is this day,
And, with a martial scorn, with one hand beats As is the night before some festival
Cold death aside, and with the other sends

To an impatient child, that hath new robes,
It back to Tybalt, whose dexterity

And may not wear them. O, here comes my nurse, Retorts it: Romeo he cries aloud, (tongue, Hold, friends ! friends, part! and swifter than his

Enter Nurse, with cords. His agile arm beats down their fatal points, And she brings news; and every tongue, that speaks And 'twixt them rushes ; underneath whose arm But Romeo's name, speaks heavenly eloquence.An envious thrust from Tybalt hit the life

Now, nurse, what news ? What hast thou there ? the Of stout Mercutio, and then Tybalt fled :

cords, But by and by comes back to Romeo,

That Romeo bade thee fetch ? Who had but newly entertain'd revenge,


Ay, ay, the cords. And to't they go like lightning; for, ere I

[Throws them down. Could draw to part them, was stout Tybalt slain; Jul. Ah me! what news! why dost thou wring And, as he fell, did Romeo turn and fly;

thy hands ?

(dead? This is the truth, or let Benvolio die.

Nurse. Ab well-a-day! he's dead, he's dead, he's La. Cap. He is a kinsman to the Montague, We are undone, lady we are undone ! Affection makes him false, he speaks not true: Alack the day!--he's gone, he's kill'd, he's dead!

Jul. Can heaven be so envious ?

My husband lives, that Tybalt would have slain ; Nurse.

Romeo can, And Tybalt's dead, that would have slain my hus. Though heaven cannot ;-- Romeo, Romeo !

band : Who ever would have thought it?~Romeo ! All this is comfort: Wherefore weep I then ? Jul. What devil art thou, that dost corment me Some word there was, worser than Tybalt's death, thus ?

That murder'd me: I would forget it fain;
This torture should be roar'd in dismal hell. But, O! it presses to iny memory,
Hath Romeo slain himself ? say thou but I, Like damned guilty deeds to sinners' minds
and that bare vowel I shall poison more

Tybalt is dead, and Romeo_banished,
Than the death-darting eye of cockatrice :

That-banished, that one word-banished, am not I, if there be such an I;

Hath slain ten thousand Tybalts. Tybalt's death Or those eyes shut, that make thee answer, 1. Was woe enough, if it had ended there : If he be slain, say—I; or if not, no:

Or,-if sour woe delights in fellowship,
Brief sounds determine of my weal, or woe. And needly will be rank'd with other griefs,
Nurse. I saw the wound, I saw it with mine Why follow'd not, when she said— Tybalt's dead,

Thy father, or thy mother, nay, or both,
God save the mark !-here on his manly breast : Which modern lamentation might have mor'd ?
A piteous corse, a bloody piteous corse ;

But, with a rere-ward following Tybalt's death,
Pale, pale as ashes, all bedawb'd in blood,

Romeo is banished,—to speak that word, All in gore blood ;-I swoonded at the sight. Is father, mother, Tybalt, Romeo, Juliet, 'ul. O break, my heart !-poor bankrupt, break All slain, all dead :-Romeo is banished, at once!

There is no end, no limit, measure, bound, To prison, eyes ! ne'er look on liberty!

In that word's death; no words can that woe goueu. Vile earth, to earth resign ; end motion here ; Where is my father, and my mother, nurse ? And thou and Romeo, press one heavy bier!

Nurse. Weeping and wailing over Tybalt's corse : Nurse. O Tybalt, Tybalt, the best friend I had! Will you go to them? I will bring you thither, O courteous Tybalt! honest gentleman!

Jul. Wash they his wounds with tears ? mine shall That ever I should live to see thee dead !

be spent, Jul. What storm is this, that blows so contrary : When theirs are dry, for Romeo's banishment. Is Romeo slaughter'd; and is Tybalt dead ? Take up those cords :---Poor ropes, you are beguild, My dear-lov'd cousin, and my dearer lord ? Both you and I; for Romeo is exild: Then dreadful trumpet, sound the general doom! He made you for a highway to my bed, For who is living, if those two are gone ?

But I, a maid, die maiden-widowed. Nurse. Tybalt is gone, and Romeo banish'd; Come, cords; come, nurse ; I'll to my wedding bed; Romeo, that kill'd him, he is banished. [blood ? And death, not Romeo, take my maidenhead ?

Jul. O God !_did Romeo's hand shed Tybalt's Nurse. Hie to your chamber: I'll find Romeo Nurse. It did, it did; alas the day! it did. To comfort you :-I wot well where he is.

Jul. O serpent heart, hid with a flow'ring face ! Hark ye, your Romeo will be here at night; Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave ?

I'll to him; he is hid at Laurence' cell. Beautiful tyrant! fiend angelical !

Jul. O find him! give this ring to my true kaight Dove-feather'd raven! wolvish-rarening lamb And bid him come to take his last farewell. Despised substance of divinest show!

(Exeunt Just opposite to what thou justly seem'st, A damned saint, an honourable villain !

SCENE III.-Friar Laurence's Cell. 0, nature ! what hadst thou to do in hell, When thou did'st bower the spirit of a fiend

Enter Friar LAURENCE and Romeo. In mortal paradise of such sweet flesh ?

Fri. Romeo, come forth; come forth, thou fearfu. Was ever book, containing such vile matter,

man; So fairly bound ? O, that deceit should dwell Affliction is enamour'd of thy parts, In such a gorgeous palace !

And thou art wedded to calamity.

(donm ? Nurse,

There's no trust, Rom. Father, what news? what is the prince' No faith, no honesty in men; all perjur'd, What sorrow craves acquaintance at my hand, All forsworn, all naught, all dissemblers.

That I yet know not ? Ah, where's my man? give me some aqua vitæ :- Fri.

Too familiar
Those griefs, these woes, these sorrows make me old. Is my dear son with such sour company:
Shame come to Romeo !

I bring thee tidings of the prince's doom.
Blister'd bc thy tongue,

Rom. What less than dooms-day is the prince's For such a wish! he was not born to shame :

doom? Upon his brow shame is asham'd to sit;

Fr. A gentler judgment vanish'd from his lins, For 'tis a throne where honour may be crown'd Not body's death, but body's banishment. Sole monarch of the universal earth.

Rom. Ha! banishment ? be merciful, say_death. 0, what a beast was I to chide at him ! (cousin ? For exile hath more terror in his look,

Nurse. Will you speak well of him that kill'd your Much more than death : do not say-banishme zt.

Jul. Shall I speak ill of him that is my husband ? Fri Hence from Verona art thou banished: Ah, poor my lord, what tongue shall smooth thy Be patient, for the world is broad and wide. name,

Rom. There is no world without Verona walls, When I, thy three-hours' wife, have mangled it ? But purgatory, torture, hell itself. But, wherefore, villain, didst thou kill my cousin ? Hence-banished is banish'd from the world, That villain cousin would have kill'd my husband: And world's exile is death :-then banishment Back, foolish tears, back to your native spring; Is death mis-term'd : calling death-banishmen, Your tributary drops belong to woe,

Thou cutt'st my head off with a golden axe, Which you, mistaking, offer up to joy.

And smil'st upon the stroke that murders mo.

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