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And, for that offence, Immediately we do exile him hence : I have an interest in your hates' proceeding, My blood for your rude brawls doth lie 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 murders, pardoning those that kill.
A Room in Capulet's House.
Jul. Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds, Towards Phoebus' 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 run-away's eyes may wink;' and Romeo Leap to these arms, untalk'd of, and unseen! Lovers can see to do their amorous rites By their own beauties: or, if love be blind,
· Spread thy close curtain, love-performing night!
That run-away's eyes may wink; &c.] Juliet first wishes for the absence of the sun, and then invokes the night to spread its curtain close around the world :
Spread thy close curtain, love-performing night! Next, recollecting that the night would seem short to her, she speaks of it as of a run-away, whose fight she would wish to retard, and whose eyes she would blind, lest they should make discoveries.
It best agrees with night.-Come, civil night,
pay no worship to the garish sun.“ 0, 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 heavenly eloquence. Now, nurse, what news! What hast thou there,
the cords, That Romeo bade thee fetch ?
* Come, civil night,] Civil is grave, decently solemn.
3 Hood my unmann'd blood bating in my cheeks,] These are terms of falconry. An unmanned hawk is one that is not brought to endure company. Bating, (not baiting, as it has hitherto been printed,) is fluttering with the wings as striving to fly away.
the garish sun,] Garish is gaudy, showy.
Ay, ay, the cords,
[Throws them down. Jul. Ah me! 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 undone ! Alack the day !--he's gone, he's kill'd, he's dead !
Jul. Can heaven be so envious ?
Nurse. I saw the wound, I saw it with mine eyes,-
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
Ssay thou but 1,] In Shakspeare's time the affirmative párticle ay was usually written I, and here it is necessary to retain the old spelling.
God save the mark!] This proverbial exclamation occurs again, with equal obscurity, in Othello, Act I. sc. i.
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? My dear-lov'd cousin, and my dearer lord ? Then, dreadful trumpet, sound the general doom! For who is living, if those two are gone?
Nurse. Tybalt is gone, and Romeo banished; Romeo, that killd him, he is banished. Jul. O God !-did Romeo's hand shed Tybalt's
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 honour may be crown'd Sole monarch of the universal earth.
0, what a beast 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
husband: Ah, poor my lord, what tongue shall smooth thy
name,? When I, thy three-hours wife, have mangled it ?But, wherefore, villain, didst thou kill my cousin? That villain cousin would have kill'd
husband : 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 hus
band: All this is comfort; Wherefore weep I then ? Some word there was, worser than Tybalt's death, That murder'd me: I would forget it fain; But, O! it presses to my memory, Like damned guilty deeds to sinners' minds : Tybalt is dead, and Romeombanished; That-banished, that one word-banished, Hath slain ten thousand Tybalts. Tybalt's death Was woe enough, if it had ended there : Or,-if sour woe delights in fellowship, And needly will be rank'd with other griefs,Why follow'd not, when she said—Tybalt's dead, Thy father, or thy mother, nay, or both, Which modern lamentationo might have mov’d? But, with a rear-ward following Tybalt's death, Romeo is banished,—to speak that word, Is father, mother, Tybalt, Romeo, Juliet,
7What tongue shall smooth thy name,] To smooth, in ancient language, is to stroke, to caress, to fondle.
8 Hath slain ten thousand Tybalts.] That is, is worse than the loss of ten thousand Tybalts. 9 Which modern lamentation, &c.] i. e. trite, common.