Away to heaven, respective lenity, And fire-ey'd fury be my conduct now!- Either thou, or I, or both, must go with him. Tyb. Thou, wretched boy, that didst consort him here, Shalt with him hence. Rom. This shall determine that. [They fight; TYBALT falls. 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! Rom. O! I am fortune's fool! Ben. Why dost thou stay? [Exit ROMEO. Enter Citizens, &c. 1 Cit. Which way ran he, that kill'd Mercutio? Tybalt, that murderer, which way ran he? Ben. There lies that Tybalt. 1 Cit. Up, sir, go with me; I charge thee in the prince's name, obey. Enter Prince, attended; Montague, Capulet, their wives, and others. Prin. Where are the vile beginners of this fray? The unlucky manage of this fatal brawl: That slew thy kinsman, brave Mercutio. La. Cap. Tybalt, my cousin!-O my brother's child! Unhappy sight! ah me, the blood is spill'd Of my dear kinsman!-Prince, as thou art true, Prin. Benvolio, who began this bloody fray? Ben. Tybalt, here slain, whom Romeo's hand did slay; Romeo that spoke him fair, bade him bethink With gentle breath, calm look, knees humbly bow'd,— 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 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 strife, Prin. Romeo slew him, he slew Mercutio; Mon. 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 exíle him hence: I have an interest in your hates' proceeding, Nor tears, nor prayers, shall purchase out abuses, SCENE II.—A room in Capulet's house. Jul. Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds, By their own beauties: or, if love be blind, And learn me how to lose a winning match, Come, night!-Come, Romeo! come, thou day in night! Give me my Romeo: and, when he shall die, To an impatient child, that hath new robes, Enter Nurse, with cords. And she brings news; and every tongue, that speaks cords, That Romeo bade thee fetch? 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! Who ever 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, Pale, pale as ashes, all bedawb'd in blood, 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; Jul. What storm is this, that blows so contrary? |