Some twenty of them fought in this black strife, Prin. Romeo slew him, he slew Mercutio; 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 hates' proceeding, That you shall all repent the loss of mine: Nor tears, nor prayers, shall purchase-out abuses, [Exeunt. SCENE II. A ROOM IN CAPULET'S HOUSE. Enter Juliet. Jul. Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds, By their own beauties: or, if love be blind, Think true love acted, simple modesty. Come, night!-Come, Romeo! come, thou day in night! For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night Whiter than new snow on a raven's back. Come, gentle night; come, loving, black-brow'd night, Give me my Romeo: and, when he shall die, F And he will make the face of heaven so fine, To an impatient child, that hath new robes, 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? Nurse, Ay, ay, the cords. 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. Romeo can, Though heaven cannot:-O Romeo! Romeo! Who ever would have thought it?-Romeo! Jul. What devil art thou, that dost torment me thus? This torture should be roar'd in dismal hell. Hath Romeo slain himself? say thou but I, Or those eyes shut, that make thee answer, I. Brief sounds determine of my weal, or woe. Nurse. I saw the wound, I saw it with mine eyes, God save the mark!-here on his manly breast: Pale, pale as ashes, all bedawb'd in blood, To prison, eyes! ne'er look on liberty! Jul. What storm is this, that blows so contrary? Nurse. Tybalt is gone, 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. Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave? Dove-feather'd raven! wolvish-ravening lamb! Nurse. All forsworn, all naught, all dissemblers. Ah, where's my man? give me some aqua vitæ:— These griefs, these woes, these sorrows 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 asham'd to sit; For 'tis a throne where honour may be crown'd O, 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 my 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? |