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Rom. This day's black fate on more days doth depend; This but begins the woe, others must end.
Ben. Here comes the furious Tybalt back again.
Rom. Alive! in triumph! and Mercutio llain!
Tyb. Thou, wretched boy, that didst confort him here,
This shall determine that.
[They fight; TYBALT falls.
Rom. O! I am fortune's fool!
Why dost thou stay?
Enter Citizens, &c.
Up, sir, go with me;
Enter Prince, attended; MONTAGUE, CAPULET, their
Wives, and Others.
Ben. O noble prince, I can discover all
La. Cap. Tybalt, my cousin !- my brother's child !
Prin. Benvolio, who began this bloody fray?
Ben. Tybalt, here Nain, whom Romeo's hand did slay;
And to't they go like lightning; for, ere I
La. Cap. He is a kinsman to the Montague,
Prin. Romeo flew him, he flew Mercutio ;
Mon. Not Romeo, prince, he was Mercutio's friend; His fault concludes but, what the law should end, The life of Tybalt. Prin.
And, for that offence, Immediately we do exíle him hence : I have an interest in your hates' proceeding, My blood for your rude brawls doth lię 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, Elle, when he's found, that hour is his last. Bear hence this body, and attend our will: Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill. [Exeunt.
A Room in Capulet's House.
Jul. Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds, Towards Phæbus' manfion ; 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, It best agrees with night.-Come, civil night, Thou sober-suited matron, all in black, And learn me how to lose a winning match, Play'd for a pair of stainless maidenhoods : Hood my unmann'd blood bating in my cheeks, With thy black mantle; till strange love, grown bold, 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, 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 fun.O, I have bought the mansion of a love, But not poffefs'd it; and, though I anı fold, Not yet enjoy'd: So tedious is this day,
As is the night before some festival
Enter Nurse, with cords. And the 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 feţch? Nurfe.
Ay, ay, the cords.
[Throws them down. Jul. Ahme! 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 killid, he's dead !
Jul. Can heaven be so envious ?
Jul. What devil art thou, that doft torment me thus?
Than the death-darting eye of cockatrice:
Nurse. I saw the wound, I saw it with mine eyes,-