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Nurse. Jesu, what haste? can you not stay awhile? || And in the taste conformds tlie appetite: Do you not see, that I am out of breath?

Therefore, love moderately; long love doth to ; Jul. How art thou out of breath, when thou hast | Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow. breath

Enter Juliet. To say to me—that thon art out of breath?

Here comes the lady :-0, so light a foot The excuse, that thou dost make in this delay,

Will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint: Is longer than the tale thou dost excuse.

A lover may bestride the gossomers Is thy news good or bad? answer to that:

That idle in the wanton summer air, Say either, and I'll stay the circumstance:

Aud yet not fall; so light is vanity. Let me be satisfied, Is't good or bad?

Jul. Good even to my ghostly confessor. Nurse. Well, you have made a simple choice; you

Fri. Romeo shall thank thee, daughter, for us both. know not how to choose a man: Romeo! no, not he;

Jul. As much to him, else are his thanks too much though his face be better than any man's, yet his leg

Rom. Ah, Juliet, if the measure of thy joy excels all men's; and for a hand, and a foot, and a

Be heap'd like mine, and that thy skill be more body,-though they be not to be talked on, yet they

To blazon it, then sweeten with thy breath are past compare. He is not the flower of courtesy:

This neighbour air, and let rich music's tongue but, I'll warrant him, as gentle as a lamb.-Go thy

Unfold the imagin'd happiness that both ways, wench ; serve God.- What, have you dined at

Receive in either by this dear encounur. home?

Jul. Conceit, more rich in matter than in words, Jul. No, no: But all this did I know before;

Brags of his substance, not of ornament: What says he of our marriage? what of that?

They are but beggars that can count their worth ; Nurse. Lord, how my head aches! what a head

But my true love is grown to such excess, have 1?

I cannot sum up half my sum of wealth. It beats as it would fall in twenty pieces.

Fri. Come, come with me, and we will make short My back o' t'other side,-0, my back, my back!

work ; Beshrew your heart, for sending me about,

For, by your leaves, you shall not stay alone, To catch my death with jaunting up and down!

Till holy church incorporate two in one. [Excuse Jul. I'faith, I am sorry that thou art not well: Sweet, sweet, sweet nurse, tell me, what says my love?

Nurse. Your love says like an honest gentleman, And a courteous, and a kind, and a handsome,

ACT IIL And, I warrant, a virtuous :-Where is your mother?

SCENE 1.-, public Place. Enter Mercutio, Bant Jul. Whicre is my mother ?--why, she is within ;

volio, Page, and Serrants. Where should she be? low oddly thou repli'st! Your love says like an honest gentleman,

Ben. I pray thee, good Mercutio, let's retire; Where is

The day is hot, the Capulets abroad, Nurse. 0, God's lady dear!

And, if we meet, we shall not 'scape a brawl; Are you so hot? Marry, come up, I brow;

For now, these hot days, is the nad blood stirring. Is this the poultice for my aching bones?

Mer. Tliou art like one of those felluks, that shes llenceforward do your messages yourself.

he enters the confines of a tavern, claps me luis word Jul. Here's such a coil;— Come. what says Romeo ? upon the table, and says, God send me no need of thee: Nurse. Have you got leave to go to shrift today?

and, by the operation of the second cup, draws it on Jul. I have

the drawer, when, indeed, there is no need. Nurse. Then hie you hence to friar Laurence' cell,

Ben. Am I like such a fellow ? There stays a husband to make you a wife:

Mer. Come, come, thou art as hot a Jack in tby Now comes the wanton blood up in your cheeks,

mood as any in Italy; and as soon moved to be moon Tbey'll be in scarlei straight at any news.

dy, and as soon moody to be moved. Tie you to church; I must another way,

Ben. And what to? To fetch a ladder. by the which your love

Mer. Nay, an there were two such, we should bare Must climb a bird's nest soon, when it is dark :

none shortly, for one would kill the other. Thou! I am the drudge, and toil in your delight;

why thou wilt quarrel with a man that hath a hair But you shall bear the burden soon at night.

more, or a hair less, in his beard, than thou hasta Go, I'll to dinner; hie you to the cell.

Thou wilt quarrel with a man for cracking nuts, har Jul. Hie to high fortune!-honest nurse, farewell.

ing no other reason but because thou hast hazel eyes; [Exeunt.

What eye, but such an eye, would spy out such a

quarrel? Thy bead is as full of quarrels, as an ez is SCENE VI.-Friar Laurence's Cell. Enter Friar full of meat and yet thy head hath been bat nas Laurence and Rumeo.

addle as an egg, for quarrelling. Thou hast quam Fri. So smile the heavens upon this holy act,

led with a nian for coughing in the strret, because he

hath wakened thy dog that hath lain asleep in the That after-hours with sorrow chide us not!

sun. Didst thou wot fall out with a tailor for Bear Rom. Amen, Amen! but come what sorrow can,

ing his new doublet before Easter with another, fie It cannot countervail the exchange of joy

tying his new shoes with old ribland? and yet thou That one short minute gives me in her sight : Do thou but close our hands with holy worris,

wilt tutor me for quarrelling!

Ben. An I were so apt to quarrel as thou art, any Then love-devouring death do what he dare,

man should buy the fee-simple of my life for an hoc It is enough I may but call her mine.

and a quarter. Fri. These violent delights have violent ends, And in their triumph die ; like fire and powder,

Mer. The fie-simple? O simple! Which, as they kiss, consume: the sweetest honey

Ener Tylalt, and athers. Is luathsjne in his own deliciousness,

Ben. By my head, here come the Capulets.

your mother?


Aler. By my heel, I care not.

church voor; but 'tis enough, 'twill serve: ask for Tyb. Follow me close, for I will speak to them. me tomorrow, and you shall find me a grave man. I Gentlemeb, good den: a word with one of you. am peppered, I warrant, for this world :-A plague

Mer. And but one word with one of us ? Couple it o'both your houses ! Zounds, a dog, a rat, a nouse, with something ! make it a won and a blow. a cat, to seratch a man to death! a braggart, a rogue,

Tyb. You will find me apt enough to that, sir, it a villain, that fights by the book of arithmetic!-Why you will give me occasion.

the devil came you between us? I was hurt uuder Mer. Could you not take some occasion without your arm. riving?

Rom. I thought all for the best.
Tyb. Mercutio, thou consortest with Romeo - Mer. Help me into some house, Benvolio,

Mer. Consort! what, dost thou make us minstrels ? Or I shall faint-A plague o'both your houses !
an thou make minstrels of us, look to hear nothing | They have made worm's meat of me:
but discords : here's my fiddlestick; here's that shall I have it, and soundly too :-Your houses !
make you dance. 'Zounds, consort !

[E reunt Mercutio and Benvolio. Ben. We talk here in the public haunt of men: Rom. This gentleman, the prince's near ally, Either withdraw into some private place,

My very friend, bath got his mortal hurt Or reason coldly of your grievances,

In my behalf; my reputation stain'd Or else de-part; here all eyes gaze on us.

With Tybalt's slander, Tybalt, that an hour Mer. Meu's eyes were inade to look, and let them Hath been my kinsman :-0 sweet Juliet, gaze;

Thy beauty hath made me cffeminate,
I will not budge for nu man's pleasure, L

And in my temper soflen'd valour's steel.
Enter Romeo.

Re-enter Benvolio.
Tyb. Well, peace be with you, sir! bere comes my Ben. O Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio's dead;

That gallant spirit hath aspir'd the clouds, Mer. But I'll be hanged, sir, if he wear your livery: Which too untiinely here did scorn the earth. Marry, go before to field, he'll be your follower : Rom. This day's black fate on mure days doth dee Your worship, in that sense, may call him-man.

pend ; Tyb. Romeo, the hate I bear thee, can afford This but begins the woe, others must end. No better term than this-Thou art a vilain.

Re-enter Tybalt. Rom. Tybalt, che reason that I have to love thee Ben. Here comes the furious Tybalt back again. Doth much excuse the appertaining rage

Rom. Alive! in triumph! and Mercutio slain ! To such a greeting :-Villain am I none;

Away to heaven, respective lenity, Therefore, farewell ; I see thou know'st me not.

And fire-ey'd fury be my conduct now! Tyb. Boy, this shall not excuse the injuries

Now, Tybalt, take the villain back again, That thou hast done me; therefore turn, and draw.

That late thou gav'st me; for Mercutiu's soul Rum. I do protest, I never injured thee;

Is but a little way above our beads, But love thee better than thou canst devise,

Staying for thine to keep him company; Till thou shalt know the reason of my love:

Either thon, or I, or both, must go with bim. And so, good Capulet, - which name I tender

Tyb. Thou, wretched boy, that didst consort hina As dearly as mine own,-be satisfied.

here, Mer. O calm, dishonourable, vile submission !

Shalt with him hence. A la stoccata carries it away.

(Draws. Rom.

This shall determine that. Tybalt, you rat-catcher, will you walk?

[They fight; Tybalt falls. Tyb. What would'st thou have with me?

Ben. Romeo, away, be gone ! Mer. Good king of cats, nothing, but one of your

The citizens are up, and Tybalt slain :nine lives; that I mean to make bold withal, and, as

Stand not amaz'd :--the prince will doom thee death, you shall use me hereafter. dry-beat the rest of the

If thou art taken :-heace !--be gone !-away! eight. Will you pluck your sword out of his pilcher Rom. O! I am fortune's fool! by the ears? make baste, lest mine be about your ears Ben.

Why dost thou stay? ere it be out.

(Eait Romeo Tyb. I am for you.


Ener Citizens, c.
Rom. Gentle Mercutio, put thy rapier up.
Mer. Come, sir, your passado. [They fight.

1 Cit. Which way ran be, that hillid Mercutio?

Tybalı, that murderer, which way rau he? Rom. Draw, Benvolio;

Ben. There lies that Tybalt. Beat down their weapons :-Gentlemen, for shame

1 Cit.

Up, sir, go with me; Forbtar this outrage ;-Tybalt-Mercutio

I charge thee, in the prince's name, ubey.
The prince expressly hath forbid this bandying
La Verona streets :-hold, Tybalt;-good Mercutio.

Enter Prince, attended ; Montague, Capulct, their [Excunt Tybalt, and his Partizans.

wires, and others. Mer. I am hurt ,

Prince. Where are the vile beginners of this fray? A plague o'both the houses !-I am sped :

Ben. O noble prince, I can discover all Is be gone, and hath nothing?

The unlucky mariage on this fatal brawl: Ben.

What, art thou hurt? There lies the niun), slain by young Roinco, Mer. Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch ; marry, 'uis e That slew thy kinsaian, brave Mercutiv. nough.

La. Cap. Tybalt, my cousin ! -O my lryther's child! Where is my page!-go, villain, fetch a surgeon. Unhappy sight! ah me, the blood is spilld

[E.zit Page. Of my dear ismau !-Prince, as thou art true, Rom. Courage, man; the hurt cannot be much. For blood of ours, shed blood vf Montague.Mer. No, 'uis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a O convin, cousin !


Prince. Benvolio, who began this bloody fray? Come, night!-Come, Romeo! come, thou day in Ben. Tybalt, here slain, whom Romeo's hand did night!

For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night Romeo that spoke him fair, bade him bethink Whiter than new snow on a raven's backHow nice the quarrel was, and urg'd withal

Come, gentle night; come, loving, black-brow'd night, Your high displeasure :-All this-uttered

Give me my Romeo : and, when he shall die, With gentle breath, calm look, knees humbly bow'd, - Take bim and cut him out in little stars, Could not take truce with the unruly spleen

And he will make the face of heaven so fine, of Tybalt deaf to peace, but that he tilts

That all the world will be in love with night, With piercing steel at bold Mercutio's breast; And pay no worship to the garish sun.Who, all as bot, turns deadly point to point,

0, I have bought the mansion of a love, And, with a martial scorn, with one hand beats But not possess'd it; and, though I am sold, Cold death aside, and with the other sends

Not yet enjoy'd : So tedious is this day, It back to Tybalt, whose dexterity

As is the night before some festival Retorts it: Romeo, he cries aloud,

To an impatient child, that hath new robes, Hold, friends! friends, part! and, swifter than his | And may not wear them. O, here comes my burk, tongue,

Enter Nurse, weith cords. His agile arm beats down their fatal points,

And she brings news; and every tongue, that speaks And 'twixt them rushes, underneath whose arm

But Romeo's name, speaks lavenly eloquenee.An envious thrust from Tybalt hit the life

Now, nurse, what news? What hast thou there, the Of stout Mercutio, and then Tybalt fled:

cords, But by and by comes back to Romeo,

That Romeo bade thee fetch ? Who had but newly entertain'd revenge,


Ay, ay, the cords.
And to't they go like lightning; for, ere I
Could draw to part them, was stout Tybalt slain;

[Thrors them de

Jul. Ah me! what news! why dost thou wring tiş And, as he fell, diil Romco turn and fly:

hands? This is the truth, or let Benvolio die.

Nurse. Ah well-a-day! he's dead, he's dead, La. Cap. He is a kinsman to the Montague,

dead! Affection makes him false, he speaks not uue: Some twenty of them fought in this black strife,

We are undone, lady, we are undone! And all those twenty could but kill one life:

Alack the day!-he's gone, be's kill'd, he's dead!

Jul. Can heaven be so envious ? I beg for justice, which thou, prince, must give;


Romeo can,
Romeo slew Tybalt, Romeo must not live.
Prince. Romeo slew him, he slew Mercutio ;

Though heaven cannot :-0 Romeo! Ronneo

Who ever would have thought it?-Romeo! Who now the price of his dear blood doth owe?

Jul. What devil art thou, that dost torment me thos! Mon. Not Romeo, prince, he was Mercutio's friend;

This torture should be roar'd in dismal liell.

Hath Romeo slain himself? say thou but I, His fault concludes but, what the law should end,

And that bare vowel I shall poison more The life of Tybalt.

Than the death-darting eye of cockalrice: Prince. And, for that offence,

I am not I, if there be such an 1;
Immediately we do exile him bence :

Or those eyes shut, that make thee answer, I.
I have an interest in your hates' proceeding,
My blood for your rude brawls doth lie a bleeding ;

If be be slain, say-1; or if not, no:

Brief sounds determine of iny weal, or woe. But i'll amerce you with so strong a fine,

Nurse. I saw the wound, I saw it with mine eresThat you shall all repent the loss of mine:

God save the mark !-here on his manly breast:
I will be deaf to pleading and excuses ;
Nor tears, nor prayers, shall purchase out abuses,

A piteous corse, a bloody piteous corse;
Therefore use none: let Romeo hence in haste,

Pale, pale as ashes, all bedawbd in blood, Else, when he's found, that hour is his last.

All in gore blood ;-I swoonded at the sight. Bear hence this body, and attend our will:

Jul. O break, my heart!-poor bankrupt, break u

once! Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill.


To prison, eyes! ne'er look on liberty!

Vile earth to earth resign; end motion here; SCENE 11.- A Room in Capulet's House. Enter And thou, and Romeo, press one heavy bier! Juliet.

Nurse. O Tybalt, Tybalt, the best friend I had! Jul. Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds,

O courteous Tybalt! honest gentleman ! Towards Phæbus' mansion ; such a waggoner

That ever I should live to see thee dead! As Phaeton would whip you to the west,

Jul. What storm is this, that blows so euntrary? And bring in cloudy night immediately.

Is Romeo slaughter'd; and is Tybalt dead? Spread thy close curtain, love-performing night! My dear-lov'd cousin, and my dearer lord ?That runaway's eyes may wink; and Romeo Then, dreadful trumpet, sound the general doom! Leap to these arms, untalk'd of, and unseen ! - For who is living, if those two are gone? Lovers can see to do their amorous rites

Nurse. Tybalt is gone, and Romeo banished; By their own beauties : or, if love be blind,

Romeo, that kill'd him, he is banished. It best agrees with night.-Come, civil night,

Jul. O God!-did Romeo's hand shed Tybalt's bloed' Thou sober-suited matron, all in black,

Nurse. It did, it did ; alas the day! it did. And learn me how to lose a winning match,

Jul. O serpent heart, bid with a flow'ring face ! Play'd for a pair of stainless maidenhoods :

Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave?
Hood my unmann'd blood bating in my cheeks, Beautiful tyrant! fiend angelical!
With thy black mantle ; till strange love, grown bold Dove-feather'd raven ! wolvish-ravening lamb!
Think true love acled, simple modesty.

Despised substance of divinest show !

Just opposite to what thou justly seem'st,
A damned saint, an honourable villain !-
O, nature! what hadst thou to do in hell,
When thou didst bower the spirit of a fiend
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!

There's no tiust,
No faith, no honesty in men; all perjurid,
All forsworn, all naught, all dissemblers.-
Ah, where's my man ? give me some aqua vitre :-
These griefs, these wocs, these sorrows make me old.
Shame come to Romeo !

Blister'd be thy tongue, For such a wish! he was not born to shame: Upon his brow shame is ashanu'd to sit ; For 'uis a throne where honour may be crown'd Sole monarch of the universal earth. 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 ? 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. 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? 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 : Tybult is deail, and Romeombanished; That-banished, ihat one word-banished, Hath siajn ten thousand Tybalts. Tybalt's death Was woe enough, if it had ended there : Or,-if sour woe delights in fellowship, And necdly 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 lainentation might have mov'd ? But, with a rear-ward following Ty balt's death, Romeo is banished, -to speak that word, Is father, mother, Tybalt, Romeo, Juliet, All slain, all dead :-Romeo is banished, There is no end, no limit, measure, bound, 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 : 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,
Take up those cords :-Poor ropes, you are beguild,
Both you and I; for Romeo is exild:
He made you for a highway to my bed;
But I, a maid, die meiden-widowed.
Come, cords ; come, nurse; I'll to my weddling-bed;
And death, not Romeo, take my maidenhead !

Nurse. Hie to your chamber : I'll find Romeo
To comfort you :-I wot well wllere he is.
Hark ye, your Romeo will be here at niglit;
I'll to bini; he is hid at Laurence' cell.

Jul. O find him; gire this ring to my true knight, And bid him come to take liis last farewell. [Eacunt.

SCENE III.-Friar Laurence's Cell. Enter Friar

Laurence and Romeo.
Fri. Romeo, come forth; come forth, thou fearful

Affliction is enamour'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?

Too familiar
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 door

Fri. A gentler judgement vanislı'd from his lips.
Not body's death, but body's banishment.

Rom. Ha! banishment ? be merciful, say-death
For exile liath more terror in his look,
Much more than death ; do not say-banishment.

Fri. Hence from Verona art thou banished:
Be patient, for the world is broad and wide.

Rom. There is no world without Verona walls,
But purgatory, torture, hell itself.
Hence-banished is banish'd from the world,
And world's exile is death ;-then banishment
Is 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 nie.

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 see'st it not.

Rom. 'Tis torture, and not mercy: heaven is here,
Where Juliet lives; and every cat, and dog,
And little mouse, every unworthy thing,
Live here in heaven, and may look on her,
But Romeo may not.-More validity,
More honourable state, nore courtship lives
In carrion tlies, than Romeo: they may sieze
On the white wonder of dear Juliet's hand,
And steal immortal blessing from her lips ;
Who, even in pure and vestal modesty,
Still blush, as thinking their own kisses sin ;
But Roneo inay not; he is banished:
Flies may do this, when I from this must fly;
They are free men, but I am banished.
And say'st thou yet, that exile is not death?
Hast thou no poison mix'd, no sharp-ground knife,
No sudden mean of death, though ne'er so mean,
But-banished-to kill me ; banished ?
O friar, the damned use that word in hell:
Howlings attend it: How hast thou the heart,
Being a divine, a ghostly confessor,
A sin absolver, and my friend professid,
To mangle me with that word-banishment?

Fri. Thou fond madman, hear me but speak a word.
Rom. O, thou wilt speak again of banishment.

Fri, I'll give thet armour to keep off that word;
Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy,
To comfort thee, though thou art banished.

Rom. Yet banished !-Hang up philosoplay!
Unless philosophy can make a Juliet,
Displant a town, reverse a prince's doom;
It helps not, it prevails not, talk no more.

Fri. O, then I see that madmen have no ears.
Rom. How should they, when that wise men lave

no eyes?
Fri. Let me dispute with thee of thy estate.
Rom. Thou canst not speak of what tiwu dost not

feel :

Wert thou as young as 1, Juliet thy love,

Why rail'st thou on thy birth, the heaven, and earth? An hour but niarried, Tybalt murdered,

Since birth, and heaven, and earth, all three do ineet Doting like me, and like me banished,

In thee at once, which thou at once wouldst lose. Then might'st thou speak, then miglit'st thou tear Fie, fie! thou sham'st thy shape, thy love, thy wit; thy hair,

Which, like an usurer, abound'st in all, And fall upon the ground, as I do now,

And usest none in that true ose indeed Taking the measure of an unmade grave.

Which should bedeck thy shape, thy love, thy wit. Fri. Arise; one knocks; good Romeo, hide thyself Thy noble shape is but a form of wax,

[Knorking within. Digressing from the valour of a man : Rom, Not I; uoless the breath of heart-sick groans, Thy dear love, sworn, but hollow perjury, Mist-like, infold ine from the search of eyes.

Killing that love which thou hast vow'd to cherisk:

[Knocking. | Thy wit, that ornament to shape and love, Fri. Hark, how they knock !-Who's there ?-Ro-Mis-shapen in the conduct of them both, meo, arise;

Like powder in a skill-less soldier's flask, Thou wilt be taken :-Stay awhile :-stand up; Is set on fire by thine own ignorance,

[Knocking. And thou dismember'd with thine own defence. Run to my study :-By and by:-God's will! What, rouse thee, man ! thy Juliet is alive, What wilfulness is this?-) come, I come. (K'nocking. For whose dear sake, thon wast but lately dead; Who knocks so hard? whence come you ? what's your There art thou luappy: Tybalt woulo kill thee, will?

But thou slew'st Tybalt; ther: art thou happy toe: Nurse. [Wishin.] Let me come in, and you shall The law, that threaten'd death, becomes thy friend, know my errand :

And turns it to exile; there art thou happs:
I come from lady Juliet.

A pack of blessings lights upon thy back;
Welcome then.

Happiness courts thee in her best anay;
Enter Nurse.

Bot, like a mis-behard and sullen weneh,
Nurse. O, holy friar, 0, tell me, holy friar,

Thou pout'st upon thy fortune and thy love:

Take heed, take heed, for such die miserable Where is my lady's lord, where's Romeo ? Pri. There on the ground, with his own tears made

Go, get thee to thy love, as was decreed,

Ascend her chamber, hence and comfort her: drunk, Nurse. O, he is even in my mistress' case,

But, look, thou stay not till the watch be set, Just in her ease!

For then thou canst not pass to Mantua;

Where thou shalt live, till we can find a time Fri.

woeful sympathy! Piteollis predicament !

To blaze your marriage, reconcile your friends,

Beg pardon of the prince, and call chee back

Eren so lies she,
Blubbering and weeping, wer ping and blublæring :-

With twenty hundred thousand times more joy,

Than thou went'st forth in lamentation Stand I up, stand up; stand, an' you be a man;

Go before, murse: commend me to thy lady; For Juliet's sake, for her sake, rise and stand;

And bid her hasten all the house to bed, Why should you fall into so deep an O?

Which heavy sorrow makes them apt upto: Rom. Nurse!

Romeo is coming. Nurse. Ah sir! ah sir !-Weli, death's the end of all.

Nurse. O Lord, I could have staid here all the nigt!, Rom. Spak'st thou of Julier ? how is it with her? Doth sbe not think me an old murderer,

To hear good counsel. O, what learning is!Now I have staind the childhood of our joy

My lord, I'll tell my lady you will coine.

Rom. Do so, and bid my sweet prepare to chide With blond removil but little from her own?

Nurse. Here, sir, a ring she bid me give you, sir: Where is she? and how doth she ? and what says

Hie you, make haste, for it grows very late.
My concent'd larly to our canceli'd love?
Murse. O, she says nothing, sir, but weeps and

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

Fri. Go hence : Good night; acd bere stando al And now falls on her bed, and then starts up,

your state; And Tybalt calls ; and then on Romeo cries, And then down falls again.

Either be gone before the watch be set,

Or by the break of day disguis'd from hence: Rom.

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

Sojourn in Mantua ; 1'll find out your man, Did murder her; as that name's cursed hand

And he shall signify from time to time Murderd her hinsnan.-0 tell me, friar, tell me,

Every good hap to you, that chances here: In what vile port of this anatomy

Give me thy hand; 'tis late : farewell; good night. Doth ny same lovige ? tell me, that I may sack

Rom. But that a joy past joy calls out on me, The hateful manejon. Drawing his surord.

It were a grief, so brief to part with thee:

Hold thy desperate liandi :
Art thon a man? thy forin cries ont, thou art; SCENE IV.-A Room in Capulet's Heure. Este
Tby tears are womanish; thy wild acts denote

Capukt, Lady Capulet, and Paris. The unreasonable fury of a beast :

Cap. Things have fallen out, sir, so unluekily, Unseemly woman, in a seeming man!

That we have liad no time to move our daughter: Or ill.besieming bast, in seeming both!

Look yon, she lov'd her kinstuan Tybalt dearly, Thou hast amaz'd me: by my holy order,

And so did I;-Well, we were born to dicI though: y dispositio:1 '* tter temper'd.

'Tis very late, she'll not come down to night: Hast thou siaip Tybalt: wilt thou slay thyself? I promise you, but for your company, And slay thy larly 100 that liv. $ in the

I would have been 2-bxd av hour ago. Ty doing larunu batr upou tiyself?

Par. These limes of woe afford no time to 100***

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