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In my behalf; my reputation stain’d
With Tybalt's slander, Tybalt, that an hour
Hath been my kinsman:- sweet Juliet,
Thy beauty hath made me effeminate,
And in my temper soften’d valour's steel.

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 de

pend; This but begins the woe, others must end.

Re-enter Tybalt.
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!

Rom. O! I am fortune's fool!
Ben. Why dost thou stay!

[Erit Romeo.

Enter Citizens, &c. i Cit. Which way ran he, that killd Mercutio ? Tybalt, that murderer, which way ran he ?

Ben. There lies that Tybalt.

i 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 ?
Ben. Tybalt, bere slain, whom Romeo's hand did

slay ;
Romeo, that spoke him fair, bade him bethink
How nice the quarrel was, and urg'd withal
Your high displeasure :---All this---uttered
With gentle breath, calm look, knees humbly bow'd,--.
Could not take truce with the unruly spleen

Of Tybalt, deaf to peace, but that he tilts
With piercing steel at bold Mercutio's breast;
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,
Hold, friends! friends, part ! and, swifter than his

His agile arm beats down their fatal points,
And ’twixt them rushes; underneath whose arm
An envious thrust from Tybalt hit the life
Of stout Mercutio, and then Tybalt fled :
But by and by comes back to Romeo,
Who had but newly entertain'd revenge,
And to't they go like lightning; for, ere I
Could draw to part them, was stout Tybalt slain ;
And, as he fell, did Romeo turn and fly:
This is the truth, or let Benvolio die.

La. Cap. He is a kinsman to the Montague,
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:
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?

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 exile 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.


SCENE II.-A room in Capulet's house.

Enter Juliet, Jul. Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds, Towards Phæbus' mansion ; 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 sun.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, And may not wear them. O, here comes my nurse,

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

That Romeo bade thee fetch ?

Nurse. Ay, ay, the cords. [Throws them down.
Jul. Ah me! what news! why dost thou wring thy

hands ?
Nurse. Ah well-a-day! he's dead, he's dead, he's

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,

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