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hast quarrelled with a man for coughing in the Is he gone, and hath pothing? street, because he hath wakened thy dog that hath Ben. What, art thou hurt? lain asleep in the sun. Didst thou not fall out with Mer. Ay, ay, a scratch,
a scratch! a tailor, for wearing his new doublet before Easter? enough. with another, for tying his new shoes with old rib- Where is my page? – Go, villain, fetch a surgeon! band? and yet thou wilt tutor me from quarrelling!
(Exit Page. Ben. An I were so apt to quarrel as thou art, any Rom. Courage, man! the hurt cannot be much. man should buy the fee-simple of my life for an Mer. No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide hour and a quarter.
as a church door; but 'tis enough, 'twill serve: ask Mer. The fee-simple? O simple!
for me to-morrow, and you shall find me a grave Enter TYBALT, and Others.
man. I am peppered, I warrant, for this world. Ben. By my head, here come the Capulets ! A plague o' both your houses ! -'Zounds, a dog, a Mer. By my heel, I care not!
rat, a mouse, a cat, to scratch a man to death! a Tyb. Follow me close, for I will speak to them.— braggart, a rogue, a villain, that fights by the book Gentlemen, good den : a word with one of you. of arithmetic ! - Why the devil came you between
Mer. And but one word with one of us ? Couple us? I was hurt under your arm.
Tyb. You will find me apt enough to that, sir, if Mer. Help me into some house, Benvolio,
Or I shall faint! - A plague o' both your houses!
I have it, and soundly too. - Your houses !
(Ereunt Mercutio and Benvolio. Mer. Consort! what, dost thou make us minstrels? Rom. This gentleman, the prince's nrar ally, an thou make minstrels of us, look to hear nothing My very friend, hath got his mortal hurt but discords: here's my fiddlestick; here's that in my behalf; my reputation stain's shall make you dance. 'Zounds, consort!
With Tybalt's slander, Tybalt, that an hour
kinsman: O sweet Juliet, Either withdraw into some private place,
Thy beauty hath made me elleminate, Or reason coldly of your grievances,
And in my temper soften’d valour's steel.
That gallant spirit hath aspir'd the clouds,
Which too untimely here did scorn the earth.
Rom. This day's black fate on more days doth de-
This but begins the woe, others must end.
Tyb. Romco, the hate I bear thee, can afford Away to heaven, respective lenity,
That late thou gav'st me; for Mercutio's soul trong To such a greeting ; - villain am I none;
Is but a little way above our heads,
Tyb. Boy, this shall not excuse the injuries Either thou, or , or both, must go with him!
Kom. This shall determine that!
[They fight; Tybalt falls. As dearly as mine own, -- be satisfied.
Ben. Romeo, away, be gone!
(Draws. Stand not amaz'd: the prince will doom thee Tybalt, you rat-catcher, will you walk ?
Enter Citizens, etc.
Ben. There lies that Tybalt.
(Drawing. 1 Cit. Up, sir, go with!
Wives, and Others.
(Exeunt Tybalt and his Partizans. That slew thy kinsman, brave Mercutio.
La. Cap. Tybalt, my cousin! – 0 my brother's A plague o' both the houses! - I am sped !
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Unhappy sight! ah me, the blood is spillid Hood my unmann'd blood, bating in my cheeks,
Come, night! – Come, Romeo! come, thou day in
Whiter than new snow on a raven's back. Romeo, that spoke him fair, bade him bethink Come, gentle night; come, loving, black-brow'd night, How nice the quarrel was, and urg'd withal Give me my Romeo: and, when he shall die, Your high displeasure: all this-uttered
Take him, and cut him out in little stars, With gentle breath, calm look, kuees humbly And he will make the face of heaven so fine, 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 son. of Tybalt, deaf to peace, but that he tilts 0, I have bought the mansion of a love, With piercing steel at bold Mercatio'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 katlı new robes, It back to Tybalt, whose dexterity
And may not wear them. O, here comes my purse, Retorts it. Romeo he cries aloud,
Enter Nurse, with cords. Hold, friends! friends, part! and, swifter, than his and she brings news : and every tongue that speals tongue,
But Romeo's name, speaks heavenly eloqueuce. -His agile arm beats down their fatal points, Now, purse, what news? What hast thou there? the And 'twixt them rushes; underneath whose arm cords, An envious thrust from Tybalt hit the life
That Romeo bade tliee fetch? Of stout Mercutio, and then Tybalt fled;
Nurse. Ay, ay, the cords !
[Throws them down But by and by comes back to Romeo,
Jul. Ah me! what news? why dost thou wring this Who had but newly entertain'd revenge,
hands? And to't they go like lightning: for, ere I Nurse. Al well-a-day! he’s dead, he's dead, he's dead! Could draw to part them, was stout Tybalt slain; We are uudope, lady, we are undone!And, as he fell, did Romeo turn and fly:
Alack the day! - he's gone, he's kill'd, he's dead ! This is the truth, or let Benvolio die.
Jul. Can heaven be so envious ? La. Cap. He is a kinsman to the Montague,
Nurse. Romeo can, Affection makes him false, he speaks pot true: Though heaven cannot:
Romeo! Romeo! Some twenty of them fought in his black strife, Who erer would have thought it ? - Romeo! And all those twenty could but kill one life:
Jul. What devil art thou, that dost torment me
Prin. Romeo slew him, he slew Mercntio; Hath Romeo slain himself? say thou but I,
Mon. Not Romeo, prince, he was Mercutio's friend; Than the death-darting eye of cockatrice:
Or those eyes shut, that make thee answer, l.
If he be slain, say-1; or if not, 40: Immediately we do exile him hence :
Brief sounds determine of my weal, or woe. I have an interest in your hates' proceeding, Nurse, I saw the wound, I saw it with mine eyes, o My blood, for your rude brawls, doth lie a bleed-God save the mark! - here on his manly breast: ing;
A piteous corse, a bloody piteous corse; But I'll amerce you with so strong a fine, Pale, pale as ashes, all bedawb'd in blood, That
you shall all repent the loss of mine: All in gore blood; - I swoonded at the sight, I will be deaf to pleading and excuses;
Jul. Ő break, my heart !-poor bankrupt breast Nor tears, nor prayers, shall purchase out abuses, at once! Therefore use none: let Romeo hence in haste, To prison, eyes! ne'er look on liberty! Else, when he's found, that hour is his last.
Vile earth, to earth resign; end motion here; Bear hence this body, and attend our will : And thou, and Romeo, press one heavy bier? Mercy but murders, pardoping these that kill. Nurse. O Tybalt, Tybalt, the best friend I had!
(Exeunt. O courteous Tybalt! honest gentleman!
That ever I should live to see thee dead! SCENE II. - A room in Capulet's house. Jul. What storın is this, that blows so contrary? Enter JULIET.
Is Romeo slaughter'd; and is Tybalt dead?
For who is living, if those two are gone?
Then, dreadful trampet, sound the general dosa! And bring in cloudy night immediately.
Nurse. Tybalt is gone, and Romeo banished;
Jul, 0 God!
did Romeo's hand shed Tyball's Leap the these arms, antalk'd of, and unseen!
blood ? Lovers can see to do their amorous rites
Nurse. It did, it did! alas the day! it did!
Jul. O serpent heart, híd with a flowering face!
Beautiful tyrant! fiend angelical!
Dove-feather'd raven! wolfish-ravening lamb! Play'd for a pair of stainless maidenhoods:
Despised substance of divinest show!
Just opposite to what thou justly seem'st, Affliction is enamord of thy parts,
And thou art wedded to calamity.
Rom. Father, what news? what is the prince's When thou did'st bower the spirit of a fiend
What sorrow craves acquaintance at my hand,
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
Rom. Ha! banishment? be merciful, say - death!
For exile hath more terror in his look,
Fri. Hence from Verona art thou banished:
Rom. There is no world without Verona walls,
But purgatory, torture, hell itself.
And world's exile is death:— then banishment
And turn'd that black word death to banishment: Which you, mistaking, otler up to joy,
This is dear mercy, and thou seest it not. My husband lives, that Tybalt would have slain; Rom. 'Tis torture, and not mercy: heaven is here, And Tybalt’s dead, that would have slain my husband: Where Juliet lives; and every cat, and dog, All this is comfort. Wherefore weep I then? And little mouse, every unworthy thing, Some word there was, worser than Tybalt's death, Live here in heaven, and may look on her, That murder'd me: I would forget it fain; But Romeo may not. — More validity, But, 0! it presses to my memory,
More honourable state, more courtship lives
On the white wonder of dear Juliet's hand,
Still blush, as thinking their own kisses sin;
But Romeo may not; he is banished:
may do this, when I from this must fly: Why follow'd not, when she said – Tybalt's dead, They are free men, but I am banished. Thy father, or thy mother, nay, or both,
And say'st thou yet, that exile is not death?
But — banished - to kill me; banished ?
O friar, the damned use that word in hell!
Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy,
up those cords! - Poor ropes, you are beguild, Rom. Yet banished ? — hang up philosophy! Both you and I; for Romeo is exil'd;
Unless philosophy can make a Juliet,
Displant a town, reverse a prince's doom;
It helps not, it prevails not, talk no more!
no eyes ?
Fri. Let me dispute with thee of thy estate.
SCENE III. - Friar Laurence's cell. Doting like me, and like me banished,
Enter Friar LAURENCE and Romeo. Then might'st thou speak, then might'st thou tear Fri.Romeo,come forth! come forth, thou fearful man! thy hair,
your will ?
And fall upon the ground, as I do now,
Disgressing from the valoar of a man:
Thy dear love, sworn, but hollow perjury,
(Knocking within. Thy wit, that ornament to shape and love,
[Knocking. Is set on fire by thine own ignorance,
What, rouse thee, man! thy Juliet is alive,
Knocking. There art thou happy. Tybalt would kill thee,
A pack of blessibgs lights upon thy back;
But, like a misbehav'd and sullen weach,
Thou pout'st upon thy fortune and thy lore:
Take heed, take heed, for sach die miserable.
Go, get thee to thy love, as was decreed,
Where thou shalt live, till we can find a time
Beg pardon of the prince and call thee back
With twenty hundred thousand times more jos,
Than thou went'st forth in lamentation.-
Go before, nurse! commend me to thy lady!
Nurse. O, Lord, I could have staid here all thenight
, Rom. Nurse!
To hear good counsel. O, what learning is!-
Řom. Do so, and bid my sweet prepare to chida
, ss! Doth she not think me an old murderer,
Hie you,make laste,forit
grows very late! (Ex1 Aux
Either begone before the watch be set, Nurse. O, she says nothing, sir, but weeps and Or by the break of day disguis'd from hence ; weeps;
Sojourn in Mantua; I'll find out your map,
Give me thy hand ! 'tis late: farewell! gogłnight?
Rom. But that a joy past joy calls out on se,
It were a grief, so brief to part with thee,
SCENE IV. - A room in Capulet's house.
(Drawing his sword. Cap. Things have fallen out, sir, so unluckily, Fri. Hold thy desperate hand!
That we have had no time to move our daughter Art thou a man? thy form cries out, thou art ; Look you, she lov'd her kinsman Tybalt dearls. Thy tears are womanish; thy wild acts denote And so did I. – Well, we were born to die... The unreasonable fury of a beast :
'Tis very late, she'll not come down to-uight; Unseemly woman, in a seeming man!
I promise you, but for your company,
I would have been a-bed an honr ago.
Par. These times of woe alford no time to won
Madam, good night! commend me to your daughter
To-night she's mew'd up to her heaviness.
Cap. Sir Paris, I will make a desperate tender
And bid lier, mark you me, on Wednesday zes?
But, sost! what day is this?
Cap.Monday? ha! ha! Well
, Wednesday is too 500m
O'Thursday let it be; — o'Thursday, tell her, Jul. o God! I have an ill-divining soul:
Methinks, I see thee, now thou art below,
Rom. And trust me, love, in my eye so do you: It may be thought we held it carelessly,
Dry sorrow drinks our blood. Adieu! adieu ?
But send him back. Prepare her, wife, against this wedding-day. La. Cap. (Within.] Ho, daughter! are you up? Farewell, my lord !-Light to my chamber, ho ! Jul. Who is't that calls? is it my lady mother? Afore me, it is so very late, that we
Is she not down so late, or up so early?
Enter Lady CAPULET.
La. Cap. Why, how now, Juliet?
La. Cap. Evermore weeping for your cousin's death? That pierc'd the fearful hollow of thine ear; What, wilt thou wash him from his grave with tears? Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree: An if thou could'st, thou could'st not make him live; Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.
Therefore, have done! Some grief shows much of love;
Jul. Feeling so the loss,
Jul. Yon light is not day-light, I know it, I: La. Cap. Well, girl, thou weep'st not so much for
his death, To be to thee this night a torch-bearer,
As that the villain lives which slaughter'd him. And light thee on thy way to Mantua:
Jul. What villain, madam ? Therefore stay yet, thou need'st not to be gone. La. Cap. That same villain, Romeo.
Rom. Let me be ta’en, let me be put to death; Jul. Villain and he are many miles asunder. I am content, so thou wilt have it so.
God pardon him! I do, with all my
heart; I'll say, yon grey is not the morning's eye, And yet, no man, like he, doth grieve my heart. 'Tis but the pale reflex of Cynthia's brow;
La. Cap. That is, because the traitor murderer lives. Nor that is not the lark, whose notes do beat Jul. Ay, madam, from the reach of these my hands. The vaulty heaven so high above our heads: 'Would, none but I might venge my cousin's death! I have more care to stay, than will to go;
La.Cap. We will have vengeance for it, fear thou not! Come, death, welcome! Juliet wills it so.
Then weep no more! I'll send to one iu Mantua,How is't, my soul? let's talk, it is not day, Where that same banish'd runagate doth live, Jul. It is, it is, hie hence, be gone, away!
That shall bestow on him so sure a draught, It is the lark that sings so out of tune,
That he shall soon keep Tybalt company; Straining harsh discords, and unpleasing sharps. And then, I hope, thou wilt be satisfied. Some say, the lark makes sweet division;
Jul. Indeed, I never shall be satisfied This doth not so, for she divideth us :
With Romeo, till I behold him-deadSome say, the lark and loathed toad change eyes; Is my poor heart so for a kinsman vex'd :0, now I would they had chang'd voices too! Madam, if you could but find out a man Since arm from arm that voice doth ns affray, To bear a poison, I would temper it; Hunting thee hence, with hunts-up to the day. That Romeo should, upon receipt thereof, o, now be gone! more light and light it grows. Soon sleep in quiet. — 0, how my heart abhors Rom. More light and light? - more dark and dark To hear him nam’d, - and cannot come to him,
To wreak the love I bore my cousin Tybalt
Upon his body that hath slaughter'd him!
La. Cap. Find thou the means,
and I'll find such
That thou expect'st not, por I look'd not for.
Jul. Madam, in happy time, what day is that? Ere I again behold my Romeo.
Lu. Cap. Marry, my child, early next Thursday
Jul. Now, by Saint Peter's church, and Peter too,