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Tyb. I am for you.
Rom. Draw, Benvolio;
[Exeunt Tybalt and his Partizans.
What, art thou hurt?
enough.Where is my page?-go, villain, fetch a surgeon.
[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 houses !— 'Zounds, a dog, a rat, a mouse, a cat, to scratch a man to death! a braggart, a rogue, a villain, that fights by the book of arithmetick!—Why, the devil, came you between us? I was hurt under your arm.
Rom. I thought all for the best.
Mer. Help me into some house, Benvolio,
[Exeunt Mercurio and Benvolio.
Hath been my kinsman:-0 sweet Juliet,
Re-enter Benvolio. Ben. O Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio's dead; That gallant spirit hath aspir’d the clouds, Which too untimely here did scorn the earth. 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 slain! Away to heaven, respective lenity,' And fire-ey'd fury be my conduct now! Now, Tybalt, take the villain back again, That late thou gav’st 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. Tyb. Thou, wretched boy, that didst consort him
here, 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 amaz’d:—the prince will doom thee death, If thou art taken:-hence !—be gone!-away!
* This day's black fate on more days doth depend;] This day's unhappy destiny hangs over the days yet to come. There will yet be more mischief.
respective lenity,) Cool, considerate gentleness.
Rom. O! I am fortune's fool!
Why dost thou stay?
Enter Citizens, &c. i Cit. Which way ran he, that killid Mercutio ? Tybalt, that murderer, which way ran he?
Ben. There lies that Tybalt. ] Cit.
Up, sir, go with me; I charge thee in the prince's name, obey.
Enter Prince, attended; Montague, CAPULET,
their Wives, and Others. Prin. Where are the vile beginners of this fray?
Ben. O noble Prince, I can discover all The unlucky manage of this fatal brawl: There lies the man, slain by young Romeo, That slew thy kinsman, brave Mercutio. La. Cap. Tybalt, my cousin !-O my brother's
child! Unhappy sight! ah me, the blood is spillid Of my
dear kinsman !- Prince, as thou art true, For blood of ours, shed blood of Montague.O cousin, cousin!
Prin. Benvolio, who began this bloody fray?
bow'd, Could not take truce with the unruly spleen
as thou art true,] As thou art just and upright. How nice-] How slight, how unimportant, how petty.
Of Tybalt deaf to peace, but that he tilts
La. Cap. He is a kinsman to the Montague,
Prin. Romeo slew him, he slew Mercutio; Who now the price of his dear blood doth owe? Mon. Not Romeo, prince, he was Mercutio's
friend; His fault concludes but, what the law should end, The life of Tybalt.
• Affection makes him false,] The charge of falsehood on Benvolio, though produced at hazard, is very just. The author, who seems to intend the character of Benvolio as good, meant perhaps to show, how the best minds, in a state of faction and discord, are detorted to criminal partiality. JOHNSON.
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 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.
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, lore-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.