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Nurse. Tybalt is gone, and Romeo banished; Romeo, that kill'd him, he is banished. Jul. O God! - did Romeo's hand shed Tybalt's

blood ?
Nurse. It did, it did; alas the day! it did.

Jul. O serpent heart, hid with a flow'ring face!
Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave?
Beautiful tyrant! fiend angelical!
Dove-feather'd raven! wolvish-ravening lamb!
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 did'st 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!
Nurse.

There's no trust,
No faith, no honesty in men; all perjur'd,
All forsworn, all naught, all dissemblers.-
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,
For such a wish! he was not born to shame:
Upon his brow shame is asham'd to sit;
For 'tis a throne where honour may be crown'd
Sole monarch of the universal earth.
0, 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 hus

band: 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: Tybalt is dead, and Romeo-banished; That-banished, that one wordbanished, Hath slain ten thousand Tybalts“7. Tybalt's death Was woe enough, if it had ended there : Or,-if sour woe delights in fellowship, And needly will be ránk'd with other griefs, Why follow'd not, when she said-Tybalt's dead, Thy father, or thy mother, nay, or both, Which modern lamentation might have mov’d? But, with a rear-ward following Tybalt'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 exil'd:
He made you for a highway to my bed;
But I, a maid, die maiden-widowed.
Come, cords; come, nurse; I'll to my wedding bed;
And death, not Romeo, take my maidenhead!

Nurse. Hie to your chamber: I'll find Romea To comfort you :- I wot well where he is. Hark ye, your Romeo will be here at night; 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. [Exeunt.

VOL. XIII.

SCENE III.

Friar Laurence's Cell.

Enter Friar LAURENCE and RoMEO. Fri. Romeo, come forth; come forth, thou fearful

man;
Afriction 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?
Fri.

Too familiar
Is my dear son with such sour company:
I bring thee tidings of the prince's doom.
Rom. What less than dooms-day is the prince's

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

Rom. Ha! banishment? be merciful, say-death: For exile hath 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 exíle is death:- then banishment
Is death mis-term'd: calling deathbanishment,
Thou cut'st my head off with a golden axe,
And smil'st upon the stroke that murders me.

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 seest 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.—48 More validity, More honourable state, more courtship lives In carrion flies, than Romeo: they may seize 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 Romeo may 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? Hadst 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,

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