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Mer. Come, sir, your passado.
[MERCUTIO and TIBALT fight. Rom. Draw, Benvolio-beat down their weapons.Gentlemen--for shame, forbear this outrageHold, Tibalt, good Mercutio
Mer. I am hurt
A plague of both your houses! I am sped:
Ben. What, art thou hurt?
Mer. Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch, marry, 'tis enough. Go, fetch a surgeon.
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: I am peppered, I warrant, for this world.-———A plague of 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
Rom. I thought all for the best.
Mer. Help me into some house, Benvolio,
Or I shall faint; a plague o' both your houses!
I have it, and soundly too; plague o' both your,
Ben. O Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio's dead; That gallant spirit hath aspir'd the clouds, Which too untimely here did scorn the earth. Here comes the furious Tibalt back again,
Rom. Alive in triumph? and Mercutio slain? Away to Heav'n respective lenity, And fire ey'd fury be my conduct now!
Now, Tibalt, take the villain back again,
[They fight, and TIBALT falls. Ben. Romeo, away, begone: The citizens are up, and Tibalt slain
Stand not amaz'd, the Prince will doom thee death, If thou art taken: hence, begone, away!
Rom. Oh! I am fortune's fool.
Enter PRINCE, MONTAGUE, CAPULET, CITIZENS, &c.
Prince. Where are the vile beginners of this fray? Ben. O noble Prince, I can discover all The unlucky manage of this fatal quarrel : There lies the man, slain by young Romeo, That slew thy kinsman, brave Mercutio.
Cap. Unhappy sight! Alas, the blood is spill'd Of my dear kinsman- -Now, as thou art a Prince, For blood of ours, shed blood of Montague. Prince. Benvolio, who began this fray? Ben. Tibalt, here slain ;
Romeo, bespake him fair, bid him bethink
How nice the quarrel was, and urg'd withal
With gentle breath, calm looks, knees humbly bow'd,
Cold death aside, and with the other sends
Cap. He is a kinsman to the Montagues,
Prince. Romeo slew him, he slew Mercutio ; Who now the price of his dear blood doth owe?
Mon. Romeo but took the forfeit life of Tibalt.
Prince. And we, for that offence, do banish him.
you shall all repent my loss in him,
An Apartment in CAPULET's House.
Enter JULIET alone. Jul. Gallop apace, you fiery footed steeds, To Phæbus' mansion ; such a waggoner As Phaeton, would whip you to the west, And bring in cloudy night immediately. Spread thy close curtain, love performing night, That the run-away's eyes may wink ; and Romeo Leap to these arms, untalk'd of, and unseen, Come night, come Romeo ! Come thou day in night! For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night, Whiter than snow upon the raven's back : Give me my Romeo, night, and when he dies, 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. Oh, 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 ? 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 undonem
Jul. Can Heaven be so envious ?
Nurse. Romeo can, Though Heaven cannot. Oh ! Romeo ! Romeo ! Jul. What deyil art thou, that dost torment me
This torture should be roar'd in dismal hell,
Nurse. I saw the wound, I saw it, with mine eyes,
at once !
Nurse. Oh, Tibalt, Tibalt, the best friend I had; That ever I should live to see thee dead !
Jul. What storm is this, that blows so contrary? Is Romeo slaughter'd? and is Tibalt dead ?
Nurse. Tibalt is dead, and Romeo banished:
balt's blood ?
Jul. Oh, nature ! What hadst thou to do in hell,
ceit should dwell
Nurse. There is no trust,
Jul. Blister'd be thy tongue,