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 work; For, by your leaves, you shall not stay alone,

Till holy church incorporate two in one.

ACT III.

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Tybalt, indignant at Romeo's intrusion at Capulet's feast, seeks occasion to quarrel with him; Romeo refuses to fight,-Mercutio cl allenges Tybalt and falls in the encounter. Romeo avenges his death by slaying Tybalt, and is condemned by the Duke to perpetual banishment from Verona.

SCENE II.—A Room in Capulet's House.
Enter JULIET.

Jul. Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds,
Towards Phoebus' mansion; such a wagoner
As Phaeton would whip you to the west,
And bring in cloudy night immediately.-
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 heaven so fine,
That all the world will be in love with night,
And pay no worship to the garish sun.

O, here comes my nurse,

Enter Nurse.

And she brings news; and every tongue that speaks
But Romeo's name, speaks heavenly eloquence.-
Now, nurse, what news?

Ah me! why dost thou wring thy hands?

Nurse. Ah well-a-day! 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 so envious?

Nurse.

Romeo can,

Though heaven cannot :-O Romeo, Romeo!—

Whoever would have thought it ?— Romeo!

Jul. What demon art thou, that dost torment me thus ? Hath Romeo slain himself? say thou but ay,

And that bare little word shall poison more

Than the death-darting eye of cockatrice.

Nurse. I saw the wound, I saw it with mine eyes,—

A piteous corse, a bloody piteous corse;

Pale, pale as ashes;-I swooned at the sight.

Jul. O break, my heart!--poor bankrupt, break at once! To prison, eyes! ne'er 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 slaughter'd; and is Tybalt dead?

Nurse. Tybalt is gone, and Romeo banished;

Romeo, that killed him, he is banished.

Jul. O heaven! did Romeo's hand shed Tybalt's bood! 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 ?

O, that deceit should dwell

In such a gorgeous palace !

Nurse.

No faith, no honesty in men; all perjur'd.
Shame come to Romeo!

Jul.

There's no trust,

Blister'd be thy tongue,

For such a wish! he was not born to shame!

Upon his brow shame is asham❜d to sit;

For 'tis a throne where honor may be crown'd
Sole monarch of the universal earth.

O, what a wretch was I to chide at him!

Nurse. Will you speak well of him that kill'd your cousin
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 ?—
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?

Soine word there was, worser than Tybalt's death,

That murder'd me: I would forget it fain;

But, O! it presses to my memory,
Tyball is dead, and Romeo-banished.
That-banished, that one word-banished,
Hath slain ten thousand Tybalts.
Romeo is banished. In that one word,
Is father, mother, Tybalt, Romeo, Juliet,

All slain, all dead.

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

To comfort you: I wot well where he is.

I'll to him; he is hid at Laurence' cell.

Jul. O find him! give this ring to my true knight, And bid him come to take his last farewell.

SCENE III.-Friar Laurence's Cell.

Enter Friar LAURENCE, and ROMEO.

Fri. Romeo, come forth; come forth, thou fearful man : Affliction is enamor'd of thy parts,

And thou art wedded to calamity.

Rom. Father, what news? what is the prince's doom? What sorrow craves acquaintance at my hand.

That I yet know not?

Is my dear son with such sour company;

I bring thee tidings of the prince's doom.

Rom. What less than doomsday is the prince's doom?
Fri. A gentler judgment vanish'd from his lips,
Not body's death, but body's banishment.

Rom. Ha! banishment? be merciful, say-death:

For exile hath more terror in his look,

Much more than death: do not say-banishment.
'Tis death mis-term'd: calling death-banishment,
Thou cutt'st my head off with a golden axe,
And smil'st upon the stroke that murders me.

Fri. O deadly sin! O rude unthankfulness!
'Thy fault our law calls death; but the kind prince
Taking thy part, hath rush'd aside the law,
And turn'd that black word death to banishment:
This is dear mercy, and thou seest it not.

Rom. 'Tis torture, and not mercy: heaven is here
Where Juliet lives.

Oh Father! how hast thou the heart,

Being a divine, a ghostly confessor,

A sin-absolver, and my friend profess'd,

To mangle me with that word-banishment?

Fri. Thou fond mad man, hear me but speak a word.
Rom. O, thou wilt speak again of banishment.
Fri. I'll give thee armor to keep off that word;

Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy,

To comfort thee, though thou art banished.

Rom. Yet banished?-Hang up philosophy!

Unless philosophy can make a Juliet.

Fri. O, then I see that madmen have no ears.

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Rom. How should they, when that wise men have no eyes!

Fri. Let me dispute with thee of thy estate.

Rom. Thou canst not speak of what thou dost not feel:

Wert thou as young as I, Juliet thy love,

An hour but married, Tybalt murdered,
Doting like me, and like me banished,

Then might'st thou speak, then might'st thou tear thy hair
And fall upon the ground, as I do now,
Taking the measure of an unmade grave.

Fri. Arise; one knocks; good Romeo, hide thyself.

[Knocking within

Rom. Not I; unless the breath of heart-sick groans, 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.

What wilfulness is this ?-I come, I come.

[Knocking.

Who knocks so hard? whence come you? what's your will.
Nurse. [Within.] Let me come in, and you shall know my er
I come from my lady Juliet.

Fri.

Welcome then.

Enter Nurse.

Nurse. O holy friar; O, tell me, holy friar,
Where is my lady's lord, where's Romeo?

Fri. There on the ground, with his own tears made drunk.
Nurse. O, he is even in my mistress' case,

Just in her case!

Fri.

O woful sympathy!

Even so lies she.

Piteous predicament!

Nurse.

Stand up, stand up; stand, an you be a man :

For Juliet's sake, for her sake, rise.

Rom. Spak'st thou of Juliet? how is it with her? Doth she not think me an old murderer,

Now I have stain'd the childhood of our joy

With blood?

Where is she? how doth she? and what says she?
Nurse. O, she says nothing, sir, but weeps
and weeps;
And now falls on her bed; and then starts up,
And Tybalt calls; and then on Romeo cries,
And then down falls again.

Rom.

As if that name, Shot from the deadly level of a gun,

Did murder her; as that name's cursed hand

Murder'd her kinsman.-O tell me, friar, tell me,

In what vile part of this anatomy

Doth my name lodge? tell me, that I

The hateful mansion.

Fri.

may sack

[rand.

[Draws his sword.

Hold thy desperate hand:

Art thou a man? thy form cries out thou art;

Thy tears are womanish; thy wild acts denote

The unreasonable fury of a beast.

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?
What, rouse thee, man! thy Juliet is alive.
Go, get thee to thy love, as was decreed,
Ascend her chamber, hence and comfort her;
But, look, thou stay not till the watch be set,
For then thou canst not pass to Mantua;
Where thou shalt live, till we can find a time
To blaze your marriage, reconcile your friends,
Beg pardon of the prince, and call thee back
With twenty hundred thousand times more joy
Than thou went'st forth in lamentation.-
Go, before, nurse: commend me to thy lady;
And bid her hasten all the house to rest.
Romeo is coming.

Nurse. O, I could have staid here all the night,
To hear good counsel: O, what learning is !—
My lord, I'll tell my lady you will come.

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.

Rom. How well my comfort is reviv'd by this!

[Exit Nurso

Fri. Go hence: Good night; and here stands all your state;
Either begone before the watch be set,

Or by the break of day disguis'd from hence :
Sojourn in Mantua; I'll find out your man,
And he shall signify from time to time
Every good hap to you, that chances here:

Give me thy hand; 'tis late: farewell; good night.
Rom. But that a joy past joy calls out on me,
It were a grief, so brief to part with thee:
Farewell.

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,
No nightingale: look, love, what envious streaks
Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east:
Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day
Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops;
I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Jul. Yon light is not day-light, I know it, I:

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