It cannot countervail the exchange of joy That one short minute gives me in her sight: Do thou but close our hands with holy words, Then love-devouring death do what he dare, It is enough I may but call her mine. Fri. These violent delights have violent ends, Here comes the lady;-O, so light a foot Jul. Good even to my ghostly confessor. Jul. Conceit, more rich in matter than in words, Brags of his substance, not of ornament: 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. Fri. Come, come, with me, and we will make short For, by your leaves, you shall not stay alone, [work; Till holy church incorporate two in one. [Exeunt. ACT III. SCENE I.-A public Place. Enter MERCUTIO, BENVOLIO, Page, and Servants. Ben. I pray thee, good Mercutio, let's retire; The day is hot, the Capulets abroad. And, if we meet, we shall not 'scape a brawl; For now, these hot days, is the mad blood stirring. Mer. Thou art like one of those fellows, that, when he enters the confines of a tavern, claps me his sword upon the table, and says, God send me no need of thee! and, by the operation of the second cup, draws it on the drawer, when, indeed, there is no need. Ben. Am I like such a fellow? Mer. Come, come, thou art as hot a Jack in thy mood as any in Italy; and as soon moved to be moody, and as soon moody to be moved. Ben. And what to? Mer. Nay, an there were two such, we should have none shortly, for one would kill the other. Thou! why thou wilt quarrel with a man that hath a hair more, or a hair less, in his beard, than thou hast. Thou wilt quarrel with a man for cracking nuts, having no other reason but because thou hast hazel eyes; What eye, but such an eye, would spy out such a quarrel? Thy head is as full of quarrels, as an egg is full of meat; and yet thy head hath been beaten as addle as an egg, for quarrelling. Thou hast quarrelled with a man for coughing in the street, because he hath wakened thy dog that hath lain asleep in the sun. Didst thou not fall out with a tailor for wearing his new doublet before Easter? with another, for tying his new shoes with old rib-| band? and yet thou wilt tutor me from quarrelling! Ben. An I were so apt to quarrel as thou art, any man should buy the fee simple of my life for an hour and a quarter. Mer. The fee-simple? O simple! Enter TYBALT, and others. Ben. By my head, here come the Capulets. Tyb. Follow me close, for I will speak to them. Mer. And but one word with one of us? Couple it with something; make it a word and a blow. Tyb. You will find me apt enough to that, sir, if you will give me occasion. Mer. Could you not take some occasion without giving? Tub. Mercutio, thou consort'st with Romeo,Mer. Consort! what, dost thou make us minstrels! an thou make minstrels of us, look to hear nothing but discords: here's my fiddlestick; here's that shall make you dance. 'Zounds, consort! Ben. We talk here in the public haunt of men: Either withdraw into some private place, Or reason coldly of your grievances, Or else depart; here all eyes gaze on us. Mer. Men's eyes were made to look, and let them I will not budge for no man's pleasure, I. [gaze; Enter ROMEO. Tyb. Well, peace be with you, sir! here comes my man. Mer. But I'll be hanged, sir, if he wear your livery: Marry, go before to field, he'll be your follower; Your worship in that sense, may call him—man. Tyb. Romeo, the hate I bear thee can afford No better term than this-Thou art a villain. Rom. Tybalt, the reason that I have to love thee Doth much excuse the appertaining rage To such a greeting :-Villain am I none; Therefore, farewell; I see, thou know'st me not. Tyb. Boy, this shall not excuse the injuries That thou hast done me; therefore turn, and draw. Rom. I do protest, I never injur'd thee; But love thee better than thou canst devise, Till thou shalt know the reason of my love: And so, good Capulet,-which name I tender As dearly as mine own,-be satisfied. Mer. O calm, dishonourable, vile submission! A la stoccata carries it away. [Draws. Tybalt, you rat-catcher, will you walk? Tub. What would'st thou have with me? Mer. Good king of cats, nothing, but one of your nine lives; that I mean to make bold withal, and, as you shall use me hereafter, dry-beat the rest of the eight. Will you pluck your sword out of his pilcher by the ears? make haste, lest mine be about your ears ere it be out. [Drawing. [They fight. Tub. I am for you. Rom. Draw, Benvolio; Where is my page? go, villain, fetch a surgeon. [Exit Page. Rom. Courage, man; the hurt cannot be much. Mer. No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church-door; but 'tis enough, 'twill serve ask for me to-morrow, and you shall find me a grave man. I am peppered, I warrant, for this world:-A plague o'both your houses!-'Zounds, a dog, a rat, a mouse, a cat, to scratch a man to death! a braggart, a rogue, a villain, that fights by the book of arithmetic!Why, the devil, came you between us? I was hurt under your arm. Rom. I thought all for the best. Mer. Help me into some house, Benvolio, I have it, and soundly too:-Your houses. Ben. O Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio's dead; Re-enter TYBALT. Ben. Here comes the furious Tybalt back again. Rom. Alive! in triumph! and Mercutio siain! Away to heaven, respective lenity, And fire-ey'd fury be my conduct now!— Now, Tybalt, take the villain back again, That late thou gav'st me; for Mercutio's soul Is but a little way above our heads, Staying for thine to keep him company; Either thou, or I, or both, must go with him. Tub. Thou, wretched boy, that didst consort him [here, Shalt with him hence. Rom. Prin. Benvolio, who began this bloody fray! Hold, friends! friends, part! and swifter than his La. Cap. He is a kinsman to the Montague, Prin. Romeo slew him, he slew Mercutio; Who now the price of his dear blood doth owe? 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, I have an interest in your hate's proceeding, This shall determine that. 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? Enter Citizens, &c. [Exit ROMEO. 1 Cit. Which way ran he, that kill'd Mercutio? Tybalt, that murderer, which way ran he? Ben. There lies that Tybalt. 1 Cit. [Exeunt. SCENE II.-A Room in Capulet's House. Jul. Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds, Up, sir, go with me; Spread thy close curtain, love-performing night! 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? Ben. O noble prince, I can discover all The unlucky manage of this fatal brawl: There lies the man, slain by young Romeo, That slew thy kinsman, brave Mercutio. La. Cap. Tybalt, my cousin!-O my brother's Unhappy sight! ah me, the blood is spill'd [child! Of my dear kinsman.-Prince, as thou art true, For blood of ours, shed blood of Montague.O cousin, cousin! Lovers can see to do their amorous rites Come,gentle night; come, loving, black-brow'd night, | No faith, no honesty in men; all perjur'd, Give me my Romeo: and, when he shall die, Enter Nurse, with cords. And she brings news; and every tongue that speaks But Romeo's name, speaks heavenly eloquence.Now, nurse, what news? What hast thou there? the That Romeo bade thee fetch? 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 We are undone, lady, we are undone !- [dead! Alack the day!-he's gone, he's kill'd, he's dead! Jul. Can heaven be so envious? 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? This torture should be roar'd in dismal hell. Hath Romeo slain himself? say thou but I, And that bare vowel I shall poison more Than the death-darting eye of cockatrice : I am not I, if there be such an I; Or those eyes shut, that make thee answer, I. If he be slain, say-I; or if not, no: 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 swooned at the sight. Jul. O break, my heart!-poor bankrupt, break at To prison, eyes! ne'er look on liberty! [once! Vile earth, to earth resign; end motion here; And thou, and Romeo, press one heavy bier! Nurse. O Tybalt, Tybalt, the best friend I had! O courteous Tybalt! honest gentleman! That ever I should live to see thee dead! Jul. What storm is this, that blows so contrary? Is Romeo slaughter'd; and is Tybalt dead? My dear-lov'd cousin, and my dearer lord ?— Then, dreadful trumpet, sound the general doom! For who is living, if those two are gone? [blooa? Nurse. Tybalt is gone, and Romeo banished; Romeo, that kill'd him, he is banished. Jul. O God! did Romeo's hand shed Tybalt's Nurse. It did, it did; alas the day! it did. Jul. O serpent heart, hid with a flow'ring face! Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave? Beautiful tyrant! fiend angelical! Dove-feather'd raven! wolvish-ravening lamb! Despised substance of divinest show! Just opposite to what thou justly seem'st, A damned saint, an honourable villain!O, nature! what hadst thou to do in hell, When thou did'st bower the spirit of a fiend In mortal paradise of such sweet flesh ??Was ever book, containing such vile matter, So fairly bound? O, that deceit should dwell In such a gorgeous palace! Nurse. There's no trust, All forsworn, all naught, all dissemblers.- Jul. Blister'd be thy tongue, For such a wish! he was not born to shame! [cousin? Nurse. Will you speak well of him that kill'd your 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 my husband: Back, foolish tears, back to your native spring; Your tributary drops belong to woe, Which you, mistaking, offer up to joy. My husband lives, that Tybalt would have slain And Tybalt's dead, that would have slain my husband: All this is comfort; Wherefore weep I then? Some word there was, worser than Tybalt's death, That murder'd me: I would forget it fain; But, O! it presses to my memory, Like damned guilty deeds to sinners' minds : Tybalt is dead, and Romeo banished. That banished, that one word — banished, Hath slain ten thousand Tybalts. Tybalt's death Was woe enough, if it had ended there: Or, if sour woe delights in fellowship, And needly will be rank'd with other griefs,Why follow'd not, when she said-Tybalt's dead, Thy father, or thy mother, nay, or both, Which modern lamentation might have mov'd? But, with a rear-ward following Tybalt's death, Romeo is banished,-to speak that word, Is father, mother, Tybalt, Romeo, Juliet, All slain, all dead :-Romeo is banished,-There is no end, no limit, measure, bound, In that word's death; no words can that woe sound.-Where is my father, and my mother, nurse? 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. Nurse. Hie to your chamber: I'll find Romeo Jul. O find him! give this ring to my true knight, And bid him come to take his last farewell. [Exeunt. I bring thee tidings of the prince's doom. Fri. A gentler judgment vanish'd from his lips, Rom. Ha! banishment? be merciful, say-death: Rom. There is no world without Verona walls, Hence-banished is banish'd from the world, Fri. O deadly sin! O rude unthankfulness! Rom. 'Tis torture, and not mercy: heaven is here, A sin-absolver, and my friend profess'd, Rom. Yet banished?-Hang up philosophy! Nurse. O holy friar, O, tell me, holy friar, Fri. fall. Nurse. Ah sir! ah sir!-Well, death's the end of Nurser O, she says nothing, sir, but weeps and Rom. Hold thy desperate hand: Fri. Art thou a man? thy form cries out thou art; Thy tears are womanish; thy wild acts denote The unreasonable fury of a beast: Unseemly woman, in a seeming man! Or ill-beseeming beast, in seeming both! Thou hast amaz'd me: by my holy order, I thought thy disposition better temper'd. Hast thou slain Tybalt? wilt thou slay thyself? And slay thy lady too that lives in thee, By doing damned hate upon thyself? Why rail'st thou on thy birth, the heaven, and earth? Since birth, and heaven, and earth, all three do meet Fri. Let me dispute with thee of thy estate. In thee at once; which thou at once would'st lose. Rom. Thou canst not speak of what thou dost not | Fye, fye! thou sham'st thy shape, thy love, thy wit; Wert thou as young as I, Juliet thy love, [feel: Which, like an usurer, abound'st in all, An hour but married, Tybalt murdered, And usest none in that true use indeed Doting like me, and like me banished, Which should bedeck thy shape, thy love, thy wit. Then might'st thou speak, then might'st thou tear thy Thy noble shape is but a form of wax, And fall upon the ground, as I do now, Digressing from the valour of a man: Taking the measure of an unmade grave. Thy dear love, sworn, but hollow perjury, Fri. Arise; one knocks; good Romeo, hide thy-Killing that love which thou hast vow'd to cherish Fri. O, then I see that madmen have no ears. Rom. How should they, when that wise men have no eyes? [hair, self. [Knocking within. Rom. Not I; unless the breath of heart-sick groans, Mist-like, infold me from the search of eyes. Thy wit, that ornament to shape and love, Mis-shapen in the conduct of them both, Like powder in a skill-less soldier's flask, Is set on fire by thine own ignorance, Fri. Hark, how they knock! Who's there? And thou dismember'd with thine own defence What, rouse thee, man! thy Juliet is alive. Romeo, arise; [Knocking. For whose dear sake thou wast but lately dead; Nurse. O Lord, I could have staid here all the night, Rom. Do so, and bid my sweet prepare to chide. Nurse. Here, sir, a ring she bid me give you, sir: Hie you, make haste, for it grows very late. [Exit Nurse. Rom. How well my comfort is reviv'd by this? Fri. Go hence: Good night; and here stands all your state; Either begone before the watch be set, [Exeunt. SCENE IV.-A Room in Capulet's House. Enter CAPULET, Lady CAPULET, and PARIS. Cap. Things have fallen out, sir, so unluckily, That we have had no time to move our daughter: Look you, she lov'd her kinsman Tybalt dearly, And so did I ;-Well; we were born to die.'Tis very late, she'll not come down to-night: I promise you, but for your company, I would have been a-bed an hour ago. Par. These times of woe afford no time to woo; Madam, good night: commend me to your daughter. La. Cap. I will, and know her mind early to-morTo night she's mew'd up to her heaviness. [row; Cap. Sir Paris, I will make a desperate tender Of my child's love: I think she will be rul'd In all respects by me; nay more, I doubt it not. Wife, go you to her ere you go to bed; Acquaint her here of my son Paris' love; And bid her, mark you me, on Wednesday nextBut, soft; What day is this? Par. Monday, my lord. Cup. Monday? ha ha! Well, Wednesday is too O' Thursday let it be ;-o' Thursday, tell her, [soon, She shall be married to this noble earl :Will you be ready? do you like this haste? We'll keep no great ado;-a friend, or two :For hark you, Tybalt being slain so late, It may be thought we held him carelessly, Being our kinsman, if we revel much : morrow. Cap. Well, get you gone.-O' Thursday be it Go you to Juliet ere you go to bed, [then :Prepare her, wife, against this wedding-day.Farewell, my lord.-Light to my chamber, ho! Afore me, it is so very late, that we May call it early by and by :-Good night. [Exeunt. SCENE V.-Juliet's Chamber. Enter ROMEO and JULIET. Jul. Wilt thou be gone? it is not yet near day : It was the nightingale, and not the lark, That pierc'd the fearful hollow of thine ear; Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree : Believe me, love, it was the nightingale. Rom. It was the lark, the herald of the morn, Jul. Yon light is not day-light, I know it, I : Rom. Let me be ta'en, let me be put to death; Jul. It is, it is, hie hence, be gone, away; It is the lark that sings so out of tune, Straining harsh discords, and unpleasing sharps. Some say, the lark makes sweet division; This doth not so, for she divideth us : Some say, the lark and loathed toad change eyes; O, now I would they had chang'd voices too! Since arm from arm that voice doth us affray, Hunting thee hence with hunts-up to the day. O, now be gone; more light and light it grows. Rom. More light and light?-more dark and dark our woes. Nurse. Madam ! Jul. Nurse? scend. Enter Nurse. [ber: Nurse. Your lady mother's coming to your chamThe day is broke; be wary, look about. [Ex. Nurse. Jul. Then, window, let day in, and let life out. Rom. Farewell, farewell! one kiss, and I'll de[ROMEO descends. Jul. Art thou gone so? my love! my lord! my I must hear from thee every day i' the hour, [friend! For in a minute there are many days: O! by this count I shall be much in years, Ere I again behold my Romeo. Rom. Farewell! I will omit no opportunity That may convey my greetings, love, to thee. Jul. Ŏ, think'st thou, we shall ever meet again? Rom. I doubt it not; and all these woes shall serve For sweet discourses in our time to come. Jul. O God! I have an ill-divining soul; Methinks, I see thee, now thou art below, |