't is Mer. Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch: marry, enough. 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 't is enough, 't will 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! - What, 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, Or I shall faint. - A plague o' both your houses! They have made worms'-meat of me: I have it, and soundly too. - Your houses! [Exeunt MERCUTIO and BENVOLIO. Rom. This gentleman, the Prince's near ally, My very friend, hath got his mortal hurt In my behalf: my reputation stained With Tybalt's slander; Tybalt, that an hour Hath been my cousin :-O sweet Juliet, Thy beauty hath made me effeminate, And in my temper softened valor's steel. Re-enter BENVOLIO. Ben. O Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio's O prince, —O cousin, — husband, — the blood is Cold death aside, and with the other send It back to Tybalt, whose dexterity Retorts it home: Romeo he cries aloud, And bring in cloudy night immediately.— Spread thy close curtain, love-performing night, That enemies' eyes may wink, and Romeo "Hold, friends! friends, part!" and, swifter than Leap to these arms, untalked of and unseen! -his tongue, His agile arm beats down their fatal points, And 'twixt them rushes; underneath whose arm Lady C. 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: Lovers can see to do their amorous rites Think true love acted, simple modesty. For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night Give me my Romeo: and, when he shall die, His fault concludes but what the law should end, O, I have bought the mansion of a love, The life of Tybalt. Prin. And for that offense, Immediately we do exile him hence. I have an interest in your hates' proceeding; That you Alack the day!—-he's gone, he 's killed, he's When thou didst bower the spirit of a fiend Jul. What devil art thou, that dost torment me No faith, no honesty in men: all perjured, thus? This torture should be roared in dismal hell. Hath Romeo slain himself? say thou but "Ay," Or those eyes shut that make thee answer "Ay." Blistered be thy tongue For such a wish! he was not born to shame: Nurse. Will you speak well of him that killed Jul. Shall I speak ill of him that is my husband? Jul. O break, my heart!-poor bankrout, break Ah, poor my lord, what tongue shall smooth thy 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! Nurse. Tybalt is gone, and Romeo banished; Romeo, that killed 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 serpent heart, hid with a flow'ring face! Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave? *Beautiful tyrant, fiend angelical! Dove-feathered raven! wolfish-ravening lamb! Despised substance of Divinest show! Just opposite to what thou justly seem'st; A damnéd saint, an honorable villain ! O, nature! what hadst thou to do in hell, name, When I, thy three-hours' wife, have mangled it? But wherefore, villain, didst thou kill my cousin? That villain cousin would have killed my hus band: : Back, foolish tears, back to your native spring; All this is comfort: wherefore weep I, then? Like damnéd guilty deeds to sinners' minds: And needly will be ranked with other griefs, "Thy father," or "thy mother," nay, or both, Which modern lamentation might have moved? Rom. What less than doomsday is the Prince's Fri. A gentler judgment vanished from his lips: In that word's death; no words can that woe For exile hath more terror in his look, 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. Both you and I; for Romeo is exiled: But I, a maid, die maiden-widowéd. Much more than death: do not say "banishment." Rom. There is no world without Verona walls; Hence banishéd is banished from the world, Fri. O deadly sin! O rude unthankfulness! Come, cords; come, nurse; I'll to my wedding- And turned that black word "death" to "banish Jul. O find him! give this ring to my true Live here in heaven, and may look on her; knight, And bid him come to take his last farewell. [Exeunt. SCENE III. - FRIAR LAURENCE's Cell. Enter FRIAR LAURENCE and ROMEO. But Romeo may not. - More validity, Fri. Romeo, come forth; come forth, thou fear- They are free men, but I am banishéd. ful man: Affliction is enamored of thy parts, And thou art wedded to calamity. And says thou yet that exile is not death? Rom. Father, what news? what is the Prince's No sudden mean of death, though ne'er so mean, Fri. Thou fond mad man, hear me but speak a word. Rom. O, thou wilt speak again of banishment. To comfort thee, though thou art banishéd. Fri. Let me dispute with thee of thy estate. Wert thou as young as I, Juliet thy love, Then mightst thou speak, then mightst thou tear And fall upon the ground, as I do now, Mist-like, infold me from the search of eyes. [Knocking. Fri. Hark, how they knock!- Who's there? -Romeo, arise; Thou wilt be taken :-Stay awhile: - stand up; [Knocking. Who knocks so hard? whence come you? what's your will? Blubbering and weeping, weeping and blubber- Stand up, stand up; stand, an you be a man: Nurse. Ah sir! ah sir!-Well, death's the Rom. Spak'st thou of Juliet? how is it with her? Nurse. O, she says nothing, sir, but weeps and The hateful mansion. Did murder her; as that name's curséd hand Nurse [within]. Let me come in, and you shall I thought thy disposition better tempered. |