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ACT III.
Scene I. A public place.[730]
Enter Mercutio, Benvolio, Page, and Servants.[731]
Ben. I pray thee, good Mercutio, let's retire:
The day is hot, the Capulets abroad,[732]
And, if we meet, we shall not 'scape a brawl;[733][734]
For now these hot days is the mad blood stirring.[734]
The day is hot, the Capulets abroad,[732]
And, if we meet, we shall not 'scape a brawl;[733][734]
For now these hot days is the mad blood stirring.[734]
Mer. Thou art like one of those fellows that when he[735] 5
enters the confines of a tavern claps me his sword upon the
table, and says 'God send me no need of thee!' and by the
operation of the second cup draws it on the drawer, when[736]
indeed there is no need.
enters the confines of a tavern claps me his sword upon the
table, and says 'God send me no need of thee!' and by the
operation of the second cup draws it on the drawer, when[736]
indeed there is no need.
Ben. Am I like such a fellow? 10
Mer. Come, come, thou art as hot a Jack in thy mood
as any in Italy, and as soon moved to be moody and as
soon moody to be moved.
as any in Italy, and as soon moved to be moody and as
soon moody to be moved.
Ben. And what to?[737]
Mer. Nay, an there were two such, we should have[738] 15
none shortly, for one would kill the other. Thou! why, thou
wilt quarrel with a man that hath a hair more, or a hair
less, in his beard than thou hast: thou wilt quarrel with a
man for cracking nuts, having no other reason but because
thou hast hazel eyes; what eye, but such an eye, would spy 20
out such a quarrel? thy head is as full of quarrels as an
egg is full of meat, and yet thy head hath been beaten as
addle as an egg for quarrelling: thou hast quarrelled with
a man for coughing in the street, because he hath wakened
thy dog that hath lain asleep in the sun: didst thou not 25
fall out with a tailor for wearing his new doublet before
Easter? with another, for tying his new shoes with old
riband? and yet thou wilt tutor me from quarrelling![739]
none shortly, for one would kill the other. Thou! why, thou
wilt quarrel with a man that hath a hair more, or a hair
less, in his beard than thou hast: thou wilt quarrel with a
man for cracking nuts, having no other reason but because
thou hast hazel eyes; what eye, but such an eye, would spy 20
out such a quarrel? thy head is as full of quarrels as an
egg is full of meat, and yet thy head hath been beaten as
addle as an egg for quarrelling: thou hast quarrelled with
a man for coughing in the street, because he hath wakened
thy dog that hath lain asleep in the sun: didst thou not 25
fall out with a tailor for wearing his new doublet before
Easter? with another, for tying his new shoes with old
riband? and yet thou wilt tutor me from quarrelling![739]
Ben. An I were so apt to quarrel as thou art, any man[740]
should buy the fee-simple of my life for an hour and a 30
quarter.
should buy the fee-simple of my life for an hour and a 30
quarter.
Mer. The fee-simple! O simple!
Enter Tybalt and others.
Ben. By my head, here come the Capulets.[741]
Mer. By my heel, I care not.[742]
Tyb. Follow me close, for I will speak to them. 35
Gentlemen, good den: a word with one of you.
Gentlemen, good den: a word with one of you.
Mer. And but one word with one of us? couple it with[743]
something; make it a word and a blow.
something; make it a word and a blow.
Mer. Could you not take some occasion without giving?
Tyb. Mercutio, thou consort'st with Romeo,—[746]
Mer. Consort! what, dost thou make us minstrels? an[747]
thou make minstrels of us, look to hear nothing but discords:
here's my fiddlestick; here's that shall make you 45
dance. 'Zounds, consort![748]
thou make minstrels of us, look to hear nothing but discords:
here's my fiddlestick; here's that shall make you 45
dance. 'Zounds, consort![748]
Ben. We talk here in the public haunt of men:
Either withdraw unto some private place,
Or reason coldly of your grievances,[749]
Or else depart; here all eyes gaze on us. 50
Either withdraw unto some private place,
Or reason coldly of your grievances,[749]
Or else depart; here all eyes gaze on us. 50
Mer. Men's eyes were made to look, and let them gaze;
I will not budge for no man's pleasure, I.
I will not budge for no man's pleasure, I.
Enter Romeo.
Tyb. Well, peace be with you, sir: here comes my man.
Mer. But I'll be hang'd, sir, if he wear your livery:
Marry, go before to field, he'll be your follower;[750] 55
Your worship in that sense may call him man.
Marry, go before to field, he'll be your follower;[750] 55
Your worship in that sense may call him man.
Tyb. Romeo, the love I bear thee can afford[751]
No better term than this,—thou art a villain.
No better term than this,—thou art a villain.
Rom. Tybalt, the reason that I have to love thee[752]
Doth much excuse the appertaining rage[753] 60
To such a greeting: villain am I none;[754]
Therefore farewell; I see thou know'st me not.[755]
Doth much excuse the appertaining rage[753] 60
To such a greeting: villain am I none;[754]
Therefore farewell; I see thou know'st me not.[755]
Tyb. Boy, this shall not excuse the injuries[756]
That thou hast done me; therefore turn and draw.
That thou hast done me; therefore turn and draw.
Rom. I do protest, I never injured thee,[757] 65
But love thee better than thou canst devise[758]
Till thou shalt know the reason of my love:
And so, good Capulet,—which name I tender
As dearly as mine own,—be satisfied.[759]
But love thee better than thou canst devise[758]
Till thou shalt know the reason of my love:
And so, good Capulet,—which name I tender
As dearly as mine own,—be satisfied.[759]
Mer. O calm, dishonourable, vile submission![760] 70
Alla stoccata carries it away.[761] [Draws.
Tybalt, you rat-catcher, will you walk?[762]
Alla stoccata carries it away.[761] [Draws.
Tybalt, you rat-catcher, will you walk?[762]
Tyb. What wouldst thou have with me?[763]
Mer. Good king of cats, nothing but one of your nine
lives, that I mean to make bold withal, and, as you shall 75
use me hereafter, dry-beat the rest of the eight. Will you[764]
pluck your sword out of his pilcher by the ears? make[765]
haste, lest mine be about your ears ere it be out.
lives, that I mean to make bold withal, and, as you shall 75
use me hereafter, dry-beat the rest of the eight. Will you[764]
pluck your sword out of his pilcher by the ears? make[765]
haste, lest mine be about your ears ere it be out.
Tyb. I am for you.[766] [Drawing.
Rom. Gentle Mercutio, put thy rapier up. 80
Mer. Come, sir, your passado.[767] [They fight.
[Tybalt under Romeo's arm stabs Mercutio and flies with his followers.
Ben. What, art thou hurt?
Mer. Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch; marry, 'tis enough.
Where is my page? Go, villain, fetch a surgeon.[776] 90
Where is my page? Go, villain, fetch a surgeon.[776] 90
[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 'tis enough, 'twill 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[777] 95
houses! 'Zounds, a dog, a rat, a mouse, a cat, to scratch a[778]
man to death! a braggart, a rogue, a villain, that fights by
the book of arithmetic! Why the devil came you between[779]
us? I was hurt under your arm.
church-door; but 'tis enough, 'twill 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[777] 95
houses! 'Zounds, a dog, a rat, a mouse, a cat, to scratch a[778]
man to death! a braggart, a rogue, a villain, that fights by
the book of arithmetic! Why the devil came you between[779]
us? I was hurt under your arm.
Rom. I thought all for the best. 100
[Exeunt Mercutio and Benvolio.[784]
Rom. This gentleman, the prince's near ally,[785] 105
My very friend, hath got this mortal hurt[786]
In my behalf; my reputation stain'd[787]
With Tybalt's slander,—Tybalt, that an hour
Hath been my kinsman: O sweet Juliet,[788]
Thy beauty hath made me effeminate, 110
And in my temper soften'd valour's steel![789]
My very friend, hath got this mortal hurt[786]
In my behalf; my reputation stain'd[787]
With Tybalt's slander,—Tybalt, that an hour
Hath been my kinsman: O sweet Juliet,[788]
Thy beauty hath made me effeminate, 110
And in my temper soften'd valour's steel![789]
Re-enter Benvolio.
Ben. O Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio's dead![790]
That gallant spirit hath aspired the clouds,
Which too untimely here did scorn the earth.
That gallant spirit hath aspired the clouds,
Which too untimely here did scorn the earth.
Re-enter Tybalt.
Ben. Here comes the furious Tybalt back again.
Rom. Alive, in triumph! and Mercutio slain![794]
Away to heaven, respective lenity,
And fire-eyed fury be my conduct now![795] 120
Now, Tybalt, take the 'villain' back again
That late thou gavest me; for Mercutio's soul
Is but a little way above our heads,
Staying for thine to keep him company:
Either thou, or I, or both, must go with him.[796] 125
Away to heaven, respective lenity,
And fire-eyed fury be my conduct now![795] 120
Now, Tybalt, take the 'villain' back again
That late thou gavest me; for Mercutio's soul
Is but a little way above our heads,
Staying for thine to keep him company:
Either thou, or I, or both, must go with him.[796] 125
Tyb. Thou, wretched boy, that didst consort him here,
Shalt with him hence.
Shalt with him hence.
Rom. This shall determine that.
[They fight; Tybalt falls.
Ben. Romeo, away, be gone!
The citizens are up, and Tybalt slain:
Stand not amazed: the prince will doom thee death 130
If thou art taken: hence, be gone, away!
The citizens are up, and Tybalt slain:
Stand not amazed: the prince will doom thee death 130
If thou art taken: hence, be gone, away!
Rom. O, I am fortune's fool!
Ben. Why dost thou stay?
[Exit Romeo.
Enter Citizens, &c.
First Cit. Which way ran he that kill'd Mercutio?[797]
Tybalt, that murderer, which way ran he?[798][799]
Tybalt, that murderer, which way ran he?[798][799]
Ben. There lies that Tybalt.
Enter Prince, attended; Montague, Capulet, their Wives, and others.
Prin. Where are the vile beginners of this fray?[802]
Ben. O noble prince, I can discover all[803]
The unlucky manage of this fatal brawl:
There lies the man, slain by young Romeo, 140
That slew thy kinsman, brave Mercutio.[804]
The unlucky manage of this fatal brawl:
There lies the man, slain by young Romeo, 140
That slew thy kinsman, brave Mercutio.[804]
La. Cap. Tybalt, my cousin! O my brother's child![805]
O prince! O cousin! husband! O, the blood is spilt[806]
Of my dear kinsman! Prince, as thou art true,
For blood of ours, shed blood of Montague. 145
O cousin, cousin![807]
O prince! O cousin! husband! O, the blood is spilt[806]
Of my dear kinsman! Prince, as thou art true,
For blood of ours, shed blood of Montague. 145
O cousin, cousin![807]
Prin. Benvolio, who began this bloody fray?[808]
Ben. Tybalt, here slain, whom Romeo's hand did slay;
Romeo that spoke him fair, bid him bethink[809]
How nice the quarrel was, and urged withal 150
Your high displeasure: all this uttered
With gentle breath, calm look, knees humbly bow'd,[810]
Could not take truce with the unruly spleen[811]
Of Tybalt deaf to peace, but that he tilts[812]
With piercing steel at bold Mercutio's breast; 155
Who, all as hot, turns deadly point to point,
And, with a martial scorn, with one hand beats
Cold death aside, and with the other sends
It back to Tybalt, whose dexterity
Retorts it: Romeo he cries aloud,[813] 160
'Hold, friends! friends, part!' and, swifter than his tongue,
His agile arm beats down their fatal points,[814]
And 'twixt them rushes; underneath whose arm
An envious thrust from Tybalt hit the life
Of stout Mercutio, and then Tybalt fled: 165
But by and by comes back to Romeo,
Who had but newly entertain'd revenge,[815]
And to't they go like lightning: for, ere I[816]
Could draw to part them, was stout Tybalt slain;
And, as he fell, did Romeo turn and fly;[817] 170
This is the truth, or let Benvolio die.
Romeo that spoke him fair, bid him bethink[809]
How nice the quarrel was, and urged withal 150
Your high displeasure: all this uttered
With gentle breath, calm look, knees humbly bow'd,[810]
Could not take truce with the unruly spleen[811]
Of Tybalt deaf to peace, but that he tilts[812]
With piercing steel at bold Mercutio's breast; 155
Who, all as hot, turns deadly point to point,
And, with a martial scorn, with one hand beats
Cold death aside, and with the other sends
It back to Tybalt, whose dexterity
Retorts it: Romeo he cries aloud,[813] 160
'Hold, friends! friends, part!' and, swifter than his tongue,
His agile arm beats down their fatal points,[814]
And 'twixt them rushes; underneath whose arm
An envious thrust from Tybalt hit the life
Of stout Mercutio, and then Tybalt fled: 165
But by and by comes back to Romeo,
Who had but newly entertain'd revenge,[815]
And to't they go like lightning: for, ere I[816]
Could draw to part them, was stout Tybalt slain;
And, as he fell, did Romeo turn and fly;[817] 170
This is the truth, or let Benvolio die.
La. Cap. He is a kinsman to the Montague,[804][818]
Affection makes him false, he speaks not true:
Some twenty of them fought in this black strife,
And all those twenty could but kill one life. 175
I beg for justice, which thou, prince, must give;
Romeo slew Tybalt, Romeo must not live.
Affection makes him false, he speaks not true:
Some twenty of them fought in this black strife,
And all those twenty could but kill one life. 175
I beg for justice, which thou, prince, must give;
Romeo slew Tybalt, Romeo must not live.
Prin. Romeo slew him, he slew Mercutio;
Who now the price of his dear blood doth owe?[819]
Who now the price of his dear blood doth owe?[819]
Mon. Not Romeo, prince, he was Mercutio's friend;[820] 180
His fault concludes but what the law should end,
The life of Tybalt.
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 hate's proceeding,[821]
My blood for your rude brawls doth lie a-bleeding; 185
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;[822]
Nor tears nor prayers shall purchase out abuses:[823]
Therefore use none: let Romeo hence in haste, 190
Else, when he's found, that hour is his last.[824]
Bear hence this body, and attend our will:
Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill. [Exeunt.[825]
Immediately we do exile him hence:
I have an interest in your hate's proceeding,[821]
My blood for your rude brawls doth lie a-bleeding; 185
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;[822]
Nor tears nor prayers shall purchase out abuses:[823]
Therefore use none: let Romeo hence in haste, 190
Else, when he's found, that hour is his last.[824]
Bear hence this body, and attend our will:
Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill. [Exeunt.[825]
Scene II. Capulet's orchard.[826]
Enter Juliet.[827]
Jul. Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds,
Towards Phœbus' lodging: such a waggoner[828]
As Phaethon would whip you to the west,[829]
And bring in cloudy night immediately.
Spread thy close curtain, love-performing night, 5
That runaway's eyes may wink, and Romeo[830]
Leap to these arms, untalk'd of and unseen.[831]
Lovers can see to do their amorous rites[832]
By their own beauties; or, if love be blind,[833]
It best agrees with night. Come, civil night, 10
Thou sober-suited matron, all in black,[834]
And learn me how to lose a winning match,
Play'd for a pair of stainless maidenhoods:[835]
Hood my unmann'd blood bating in my cheeks[836]
With thy black mantle, till strange love grown bold[837] 15
Think true love acted simple modesty.[838]
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.[839]
Come, gentle night, come, loving, black-brow'd night, 20
Give me my Romeo; and, when he shall die,[840]
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[841]
And pay no worship to the garish sun. 25
O, 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 30
And may not wear them. O, here comes my nurse,
And she brings news, and every tongue that speaks
But Romeo's name speaks heavenly eloquence.
Towards Phœbus' lodging: such a waggoner[828]
As Phaethon would whip you to the west,[829]
And bring in cloudy night immediately.
Spread thy close curtain, love-performing night, 5
That runaway's eyes may wink, and Romeo[830]
Leap to these arms, untalk'd of and unseen.[831]
Lovers can see to do their amorous rites[832]
By their own beauties; or, if love be blind,[833]
It best agrees with night. Come, civil night, 10
Thou sober-suited matron, all in black,[834]
And learn me how to lose a winning match,
Play'd for a pair of stainless maidenhoods:[835]
Hood my unmann'd blood bating in my cheeks[836]
With thy black mantle, till strange love grown bold[837] 15
Think true love acted simple modesty.[838]
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.[839]
Come, gentle night, come, loving, black-brow'd night, 20
Give me my Romeo; and, when he shall die,[840]
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[841]
And pay no worship to the garish sun. 25
O, 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 30
And may not wear them. O, here comes my nurse,
And she brings news, and every tongue that speaks
But Romeo's name speaks heavenly eloquence.
Enter Nurse, with cords.[842]
[Throws them down.
Jul. Ay me! what news? why dost thou wring thy hands?[846]
Nurse. Ah, well-a-day! he's dead, he's dead, he's dead.[847]
We are undone, lady, we are undone.
Alack the day! he's gone, he's kill'd, he's dead.[848]
We are undone, lady, we are undone.
Alack the day! he's gone, he's kill'd, he's dead.[848]
Jul. Can heaven be so envious?
Nurse. Romeo can, 40
Though heaven cannot. O Romeo, Romeo!
Who ever would have thought it? Romeo!
Though heaven cannot. O Romeo, Romeo!
Who ever would have thought it? Romeo!
Jul. What devil art thou that dost torment me thus?[849]
This torture should be roar'd in dismal hell.
Hath Romeo slain himself? say thou but 'I,'[850] 45
And that bare vowel 'I' shall poison more[850]
Than the death-darting eye of cockatrice:[851]
I am not I, if there be such an I,[852][853][854][855]
Or those eyes shut, that make thee answer 'I.'[852][853][855][856]
If he be slain, say 'I;' or if not, no:[852][855] 50
Brief sounds determine of my weal or woe.[852][857]
This torture should be roar'd in dismal hell.
Hath Romeo slain himself? say thou but 'I,'[850] 45
And that bare vowel 'I' shall poison more[850]
Than the death-darting eye of cockatrice:[851]
I am not I, if there be such an I,[852][853][854][855]
Or those eyes shut, that make thee answer 'I.'[852][853][855][856]
If he be slain, say 'I;' or if not, no:[852][855] 50
Brief sounds determine of my weal or woe.[852][857]
Nurse. I saw the wound, I saw it with mine eyes—
God save the mark!—here on his manly breast:
A piteous corse, a bloody piteous corse;
Pale, pale as ashes, all bedaub'd in blood,[858] 55
All in gore blood: I swounded at the sight.[859]
God save the mark!—here on his manly breast:
A piteous corse, a bloody piteous corse;
Pale, pale as ashes, all bedaub'd in blood,[858] 55
All in gore blood: I swounded at the sight.[859]
Jul. O, break, my heart! poor bankrupt, break at once![860]
To prison, eyes, ne'er look on liberty!
Vile earth, to earth resign, end motion here,[861]
And thou and Romeo press one heavy bier![862] 60
To prison, eyes, ne'er look on liberty!
Vile earth, to earth resign, end motion here,[861]
And thou and Romeo press one heavy bier![862] 60
Nurse. O Tybalt, Tybalt, the best friend I had!
O courteous Tybalt! honest gentleman![863]
That ever I should live to see thee dead!
O courteous Tybalt! honest gentleman![863]
That ever I should live to see thee dead!
Jul. What storm is this that blows so contrary?[864]
Is Romeo slaughter'd, and is Tybalt dead? 65
My dear-loved cousin, and my dearer lord?[865]
Then, dreadful trumpet, sound the general doom![866]
For who is living, if those two are gone?
Is Romeo slaughter'd, and is Tybalt dead? 65
My dear-loved cousin, and my dearer lord?[865]
Then, dreadful trumpet, sound the general doom![866]
For who is living, if those two are gone?
Nurse. Tybalt is gone, and Romeo banished:[867]
Romeo that kill'd him, he is banished. 70
Romeo that kill'd him, he is banished. 70
Jul. O God! did Romeo's hand shed Tybalt's blood?[868]
Nurse. It did, it did; alas the day, it did![869]
Jul. O serpent heart, hid with a flowering face![870]
Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave?[870]
Beautiful tyrant! fiend angelical! 75
Dove-feather'd raven! wolvish-ravening lamb![871][872]
Despised substance of divinest show![872][873][874]
Just opposite to what thou justly seem'st,[872][873]
A damned saint, an honourable villain![872][873][875]
O nature, what hadst thou to do in hell, 80
When thou didst bower the spirit of a fiend[876]
In mortal paradise of such sweet flesh?
Was ever book containing such vile matter
So fairly bound? O, that deceit should dwell
In such a gorgeous palace!
Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave?[870]
Beautiful tyrant! fiend angelical! 75
Dove-feather'd raven! wolvish-ravening lamb![871][872]
Despised substance of divinest show![872][873][874]
Just opposite to what thou justly seem'st,[872][873]
A damned saint, an honourable villain![872][873][875]
O nature, what hadst thou to do in hell, 80
When thou didst bower the spirit of a fiend[876]
In mortal paradise of such sweet flesh?
Was ever book containing such vile matter
So fairly bound? O, that deceit should dwell
In such a gorgeous palace!
Nurse. There's no trust,[877] 85
No faith, no honesty in men; all perjured,[877]
All forsworn, all naught, all dissemblers.[877][878]
Ah, where's my man? give me some aqua vitæ:
These griefs, these woes, these sorrows make me old.
Shame come to Romeo!
No faith, no honesty in men; all perjured,[877]
All forsworn, all naught, all dissemblers.[877][878]
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[879] 90
For such a wish! he was not born to shame:
Upon his brow shame is ashamed to sit;
For 'tis a throne where honour may be crown'd
Sole monarch of the universal earth.
O, what a beast was I to chide at him![880] 95
For such a wish! he was not born to shame:
Upon his brow shame is ashamed to sit;
For 'tis a throne where honour may be crown'd
Sole monarch of the universal earth.
O, what a beast was I to chide at him![880] 95
Nurse. Will you speak well of him that kill'd your cousin?[881]
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? 100
That villain cousin would have kill'd my husband:
Back, foolish tears, back to your native spring;
Your tributary drops belong to woe,
Which you mistaking offer up to joy.[882]
My husband lives, that Tybalt would have slain; 105
And Tybalt's dead, that would have slain my husband:[883]
All this is comfort; wherefore weep I then?
Some word there was, worser than Tybalt's death,[884]
That murder'd me: I would forget it fain;[885]
But, O, it presses to my memory, 110
Like damned guilty deeds to sinners' minds:
'Tybalt is dead, and Romeo banished;'
That 'banished,' that one word 'banished,'
Hath slain ten thousand Tybalts. Tybalt's death
Was woe enough, if it had ended there: 115
Or, if sour woe delights in fellowship
And needly will be rank'd with other griefs,[886]
Why follow'd not, when she said 'Tybalt's dead,'[887]
Thy father, or thy mother, nay, or both,
Which modern lamentation might have moved?[888] 120
But with a rear-ward following Tybalt's death,[889]
'Romeo is banished:' to speak that word,[890]
Is father, mother, Tybalt, Romeo, Juliet,
All slain, all dead. 'Romeo is banished.'
There is no end, no limit, measure, bound, 125
In that word's death; no words can that woe sound.
Where is my father, and my mother, nurse?
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? 100
That villain cousin would have kill'd my husband:
Back, foolish tears, back to your native spring;
Your tributary drops belong to woe,
Which you mistaking offer up to joy.[882]
My husband lives, that Tybalt would have slain; 105
And Tybalt's dead, that would have slain my husband:[883]
All this is comfort; wherefore weep I then?
Some word there was, worser than Tybalt's death,[884]
That murder'd me: I would forget it fain;[885]
But, O, it presses to my memory, 110
Like damned guilty deeds to sinners' minds:
'Tybalt is dead, and Romeo banished;'
That 'banished,' that one word 'banished,'
Hath slain ten thousand Tybalts. Tybalt's death
Was woe enough, if it had ended there: 115
Or, if sour woe delights in fellowship
And needly will be rank'd with other griefs,[886]
Why follow'd not, when she said 'Tybalt's dead,'[887]
Thy father, or thy mother, nay, or both,
Which modern lamentation might have moved?[888] 120
But with a rear-ward following Tybalt's death,[889]
'Romeo is banished:' to speak that word,[890]
Is father, mother, Tybalt, Romeo, Juliet,
All slain, all dead. 'Romeo is banished.'
There is no end, no limit, measure, bound, 125
In that word's death; no words can that woe sound.
Where is my father, and my mother, nurse?
Nurse. Weeping and wailing over Tybalt's corse:[891]
Will you go to them? I will bring you thither.
Will you go to them? I will bring you thither.
Jul. Wash they his wounds with tears: mine shall be spent,[892]130
When theirs are dry, for Romeo's banishment.
Take up those cords: poor ropes, you are beguiled,[893][894]
Both you and I; for Romeo is exiled:[893][895]
He made you for a highway to my bed;[893][896]
But I, a maid, die maiden-widowed.[893][897] 135
Come, cords; come, nurse; I'll to my wedding-bed;[893][898]
And death, not Romeo, take my maidenhead![893]
When theirs are dry, for Romeo's banishment.
Take up those cords: poor ropes, you are beguiled,[893][894]
Both you and I; for Romeo is exiled:[893][895]
He made you for a highway to my bed;[893][896]
But I, a maid, die maiden-widowed.[893][897] 135
Come, cords; come, nurse; I'll to my wedding-bed;[893][898]
And death, not Romeo, take my maidenhead![893]
Nurse. Hie to your chamber: I'll find Romeo
To comfort you: I wot well where he is.
Hark ye, your Romeo will be here at night:[899] 140
I'll to him; he is hid at Laurence' cell.
To comfort you: I wot well where he is.
Hark ye, your Romeo will be here at night:[899] 140
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.[900] [Exeunt.
And bid him come to take his last farewell.[900] [Exeunt.
Scene III. Friar Laurence's cell.[901]
Enter Friar Laurence.[902]