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Away to heav'n respective lenity,
And fire-ey'd fury be my conduct now!
Now, Tybalt, take the villain back again,
That late thou gav'ft me; for Mercutio's foul
Is but a little way above our heads,

Staying for thine to keep him company:

Or thou or I, or both, must go with him.

Tyb. Thou, wretched boy, that didst confort him here, Shalt with him hence.

Rom. This fhall determine that.

Ben. Romeo, away, be gone:

[They fight, Tybalt falls.

The citizens are up, and Tybalt flain

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 doft thou stay?

SCENE III.

[Exit Romeo.

Enter Citizens.

Cit. Which way ran he that kill'd Mercutio?

Tybalt that murtherer, which way ran he?
Ben. There lyes that Tybalt.

Cit. Up, Sir, go with me:

I charge thee in the Prince's name obey.

Enter Prince, Mountague, Capulet, their Wives, &c.
Prin. Where are the vile beginners of this fray?
Ben. O noble Prince, I can difcover all

The unlucky manage of this fatal brawl:
There lyes the man, flain by young Romeo,
That flew thy kinfman brave Mercutio.

La. Cap. Tybalt my cousin! O my brother's child!
Unhappy fight! alas, the blood is fpill'd

Of my dear kinfman- Prince, as thou art true,
For blood of ours, fhed blood of Mountague.
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Prin. Benvolio, who began this fray?

Ben. Tybalt here flain, whom Romeo's hand did lay:
Romeo that spoke him fair, bid him bethink
How nice the quarrel was, and urg'd withal
Your high difpleafure: all this uttered

With gentle breath, calm look, knees humbly bow'd,
Could not take truce with the unruly spleen
Of Tybalt, deaf to peace, but that he tilts
With piercing steel at bold Mercutio's breast;
Who all as hot, turns deadly point to point,
And with a martial fcorn, with one hand beats
Cold death afide, and with the other fends
It back to Tybalt, whofe dexterity

Retorts it: Romeo, he cries aloud,

Hold, friends! friends, part! and fwifter than his tongue,

His agil arm beats down their fatal points,

And 'twixt them rushes; underneath whose arm

An envious thrust from Tybalt hit the life
Of tout Mercutio; and then Tybalt fled,
But by and by comes back to Romeo,
Who had but newly entertain'd revenge,
And to't they go like lightning: for ere I
Could draw to part them, was ftout Tybalt flain;
And as he fell, did Romeo turn to fly:
This is the truth, or let Benvolio die.

La. Cap. He is a kinfman to the Mountague,
Affection makes him falfe, he speaks not true.
Some twenty of them fought in this black ftrife,
And all thofe twenty could but kill one life.
I beg for juftice, which thou, Prince, must give;
Romeo flew Tybalt, Romeo muft not live.

Prin. Romeo flew him, he flew Mercutio;
Who now the price of his dear blood doth owe?
La.Mount. Not Romeo, Prince, he was Mercutio's friend,
His fault concludes but what the law fhould end,
The life of Tybalt.

Prin. And for that offence,

Immediately we do exile him hence:

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I have an intereft in your heats" proceeding,
My blood for your rude brawls doth lye a bleeding,
But I'll amerce you with fo ftrong a fine,
That you fhall all repent the lofs of mine.
I will be deaf to pleading and excuses,
Nor tears nor prayers fhall purchase out abufes,
Therefore use none; let Romeo hence in hafte,
Elfe when he's found, that hour is his laft.
Bear hence this body, and attend our will:
Mercy but murthers, pardoning thofe that kill. [Exeunt.

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Jul. G Allop apace, you fiery-footed steeds,

To Phabus' manfion; fuch a waggoner
As Phaeton would whip you to the west,

And bring in cloudy night immediately.
Spread thy clofe curtain, love-performing night,
That'th' run-away's eyes may wink; and Romeo
Leap to these arms, untalkt of and unfeen.
Lovers can fee to do their am'rous rites
By their own beauties: or if love be blind,
It beft agrees with night. Come, civil night,
Thou fober-fuited matron, all in black,
And learn me how to lofe a winning match,
Plaid for a pair of stainless maidenheads.

Hood my unmann'd blood baiting in my cheeks,

With thy black mantle; 'till ftrange love, grown bold,
Thinks true love acted, fimple modefty.

Come, night, come, Romeo! come, thou day in night!
For thou wilt lye upon the wings of night,
Whiter than new fnow on a raven's back:

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Come,

Come, gentle night! come, loving, black-brow'd night!
Give me my Romeo, and when he fhall die
Take him and cut him out in little ftars,
And he will make the face of heav'n fo fine,
That all the world will be in love with night,
And pay no worship to the garish fun.
O, I have bought the manfion of a love,
But not poffefs'd it; and though I am fold,
Not yet enjoy'd; fo tedious is this day,
As is the night before fome festival,

To an impatient child that hath new robes,
And may not wear them. O, here comes my nurse!

Enter Nurfe with cords.

And fhe brings news; and every tongue that speaks
But Romeo's name, fpeaks heav'nly eloquence;

Now, nurse, what news? what haft thou there? the cords
That Romeo bid thee fetch?

Nurfe. Ay, ay, the cords.

[hands? Ful. Ah me, what news? why doft thou wring thy Nurfe. Ah welladay 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.
Jul. Can heaven be fo envious?

Nurfe. Romeo can,

Though heav'n cannot. O Romeo! Romeo!

Who ever would have thought it, Romeo?

Jul. What devil art thou, that doft torment me thus ?

This torture fhould be roar'd in difmal hell.

Hath Romeo flain himfelf? fay thou but I,
And that bare vowel I, fhall poison more
Than the death-darting eye of cockatrice.

Nurfe. I faw the wound, I faw it with mine eyes,
God fave the mark, here on his manly breast.
A piteous coarfe, a bloody piteous coarse;
Pale, pale as afhes, all bedawb'd in blood,
All in gore blood; I fwooned at the fight.
Jul. O break, my heart! poor bankrupt,

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To prifon, eyes! ne'r look on liberty;
Vile earth to earth refign, end motion here,
And thou and Romeo prefs one heavy bier!

Nurfe. O Tybalt, Tybalt, the best friend I had :
O courteous Tybalt, honeft gentleman,
That ever I fhould live to fee thee dead!

Jul. What ftorm is this that blows fo contrary?
Is Romeo flaughter'd? and is Tybalt dead?
My dear-lov'd coufin, and my dearer Lord?
Then let the trumpet found the general doom,
For who is living, if thofe two are gone?

Nurfe. Tybalt is dead, and Romeo banished,
Romeo that kill'd him, he is banished.

Jul. O God! did Romeo's hand fhed Tybalt's blood?
Nurfe. It did, it did, alas the day! it did.
Jul. O ferpent heart, hid with a flow'ring face,
Did ever dragon keep fo fair a cave?
Beautiful tyrant, fiend angelical!

3'Dove-feather'd raven, wolvifh-ravening lamb!
O nature! what hadft thot to do in hell,
When thou didst bower the fpirit of a fiend
In mortal paradife of fuch fweet flesh?
Was ever book containing fuch vile matter
So fairly bound? O that deceit should dwell
In fuch a gorgeous palace!

Nurfe. There's no truft,

No faith, no honefty in men; all perjur'd;

All, all forfworn; all naught; and all diffemblers.
Ah, where's my man? give me fome Aqua vitæ

These griefs, thefe woes, thefe forrows make me old:
Shame come to Romeo!

Jul. Blifter'd be thy tongue

For fuch a wifh! he was not born to fhame,

Upon his brow fhame is afham'd to fit:

For 'tis a throne where honour may be crown'd

Sole monarch of the univerfal earth.

O what a beaft was I to chide him fo?

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