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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’lt me ; for Mercutio's soul
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 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 Nain
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. SCENE III.
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 discover all
The unlucky manage of this fatal brawl:
There lyes the man, nain by young Romeo,
That new thy kinsman brave Mercutio.
La. Cap. Tybalt my cousin! O my brother's child!
Unhappy light! alas, the blood is fpillid
Of my dear kinsman - Prince, as thou art true,
For blood of ours, shed blood of Mountague.
· Vol. VI.
Prin. Benvolio, who began this fray ?
Ben, Tybalt here Nain, whom Romeo's hand did Nay :
Romeo that spoke him fair, bid him bethink
How nice the quarrel was, and urg'd withal
Your high displeasure: 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 scorn, with one hand beats
Cold death aside, and with the other fends
It back to Tybalt, whose dexterity
Retorts it: Romeo, he cries aloud,
Hold, friends! friends, part! and swifter than his tongue,
His agil arm beats down their fatal points,
And 'twixt them rulhes ; underneath whose arm;
An envious thrust from Tybalt hit the life
Of stout 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 stout Tybalt sain ;
And as he fell, did Romeo turn to fly:
This is the truth, or let Benvolio die.
La. Cap. He is a kinsman to the Mountague,
Affection makes him false, he speaks not true.
Some twenty of them fought in this black strife,
And all those twenty could but kill one life.
I beg for justice, which thou, Prince, must give;
Romeo New Tybalt, Romeo must not live.
Prin. Romeo New him, he new 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 should end,
The life of Tybalt.
Prin. And for that offence,
Immediately we do exile him hence :
i have an interest in your " 'heats” proceeding,
My blood for your rude brawls doth lye a bleeding,
But I'll amerce you with so strong a fine,
That you shall all repent the loss of mine.
I will be deaf to pleading and excuses,
Nor tears nor prayers shall purchase out abuses,
Therefore use none; let Romeo hence in haste,
Else when he's found, that hour is his last.
Bear hence this body, and attend our will:
Mercy but murthers, pardoning those that kill. [Exeunt.
An Apartment in Capulet's House.
Enter Juliet alone.
Jul. G Allopapace; you fiery-footed steeds,
As Phaeton would whip you to the west,
And bring in cloudy night immediately.
Spread thy close curtain, love-performing night,
That * 'th' run-away's eyes may wink ; and Romeo
Leap to these arms, unta/kt of and unseen,
Lovers can see to do their am'rous rites
By their own beauties: or if love be blind,
It best agrees with night. Come, civil night,
Thou fober-suited matron, all in black,
And learn me how to lose 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, simple modesty.
Come, night, come, Romeo ! come, thou day in night!
For thou wilt lye upon the wings of night,
Whiter than new snow on a raven's back :
Come, I hearts 2 runaway's . . . old edit. Warb. emend.
Come, gentle night! come, loving, black-brow'd night!
Give me my Romeo, and when he shall die
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heav'n so fine,
That all the world will be in love with night,
And pay no worship to the garish sun.
O, I have bought the mansion of a love,
But not possess’d it; and though I am sold,
Not yet enjoy'd ; so tedious is this day,
As is the night before some festival,
To an impatient child that hath new robes,
And may not wear them. O, here comes my nurse!
Enter Nurse with cords.
And she brings news; and every tongue that speaks
But Romeo's name, speaks heav'niy eloquence ;
Now, nurse, what news? what hast thou there? the cords
That Romneo bid thee fetch ?
Nurse. Ay, ay, the cords.
[hands! Jul. Ah me, what news? why dost thou wring thy Nurse. 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 killid, he's dead.
Jul. Can heaven be fo envious ?
Nurse. Romeo can,
Though heav'n cannot. O Romeo! Romeo !
Who ever would have thought it, Romeo?
Ful. What devil art thou, that doft torment me thus ?
This torture should be roar'd in dismal hell.
Hath Romeo Nain himself? say thou but I,
And that bare vowel I, shall poison more
Than the death-darting eye of cockatrice.
Nurse. I saw the wound, I saw it with mine eyes, God save the park, here on his manly breast. A piteous coarse, a bloody piteous coarse; Pale, pale as ashes, all bedawb’d in blood, All in gore blood; I swooned at the sight. [once! Jul. O break, my heart! -- poor bankrupt, break at
To prison, eyes! ne's look on liberty ;
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 Naughter'd ? and is Tybalt dead ?
My dear-lov'd cousin, and my dearer Lord ?
Then let the trumpet found the general doom,
For who is living, if those two are gone?
Nurse: Tybalt is dead, and Romeo banished,
Romeo that kill'd him, he is banished.
Jul. O God! did Romeo's hand shed Tybalt’s blood ?
Nurse. It did, it did, alas the day! it did.
Jul. O ferpent heart, hid with a flow'ring face,
Did ever dragon keep lo fair a cave?
Beautiful tyrant, fiend angelical !
3 'Dove-feather'd raven,' wolvilh-ravening lamb!
O nature ! what hadst thot to do in hell,
When thou didst 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,
No faith, no honesty in men; all perjur'd;
All, all forsworn ; all naught; and all diffemblers.
Ah, where's my man? give me some Aqua vita --
These griefs, these woes, these forrows make me old:
Shame come to Romeo!
Jul. Blister'd be thy tongue
For such a wish! he was not born to shame,
Upon his brow shame is alham’d to fit:
For 'tis a throne where honour may be crown'd
Sole monarch of the universal earth.
O what a beast was I to chide him so?
Nurje. 3 Ravenous Dove, feacher'd Raven, ... old edit. Il:e3b. emend.