Who now the price of his dear blood doth owe?
La. Mont. Not Romeo, prince, he was Mercutio's
friend;

190 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 ;

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Nor tears, nor prayers, shall purchase out abuses,
Therefore use none : let Romea 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.

[Exeunt.

SCENE II.

An Apartment 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!

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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,
Thinks 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 shall be in love with night, And pay no worship to the garish sun.O, I have bought the mansion of a love, 230 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,

Now, nurse, what news? What hast thou there? the

cords, That Romeo bid thee fetch ? Nurse. Ay, ay, the cords.

240 Jul. Ay me! what news? why dost thou wring

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

dead! 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, Though heaven cannot: O Romeo! Romeo!Who ever would have thought it?-Romeo ! Jul. What devil art thou, that dost torment me

thus ? This torture should be roar'd in dismal hell, 250 Hath Romeo slain himself? say thou but I, And that bare vowel. I shall poison more Than the death-darting eye of cockatrice : I am not I, if there be such an I; Or those eyes shut, that make thee answer, 1. If he be slain say-l; or if not, no: Brief sounds determine of my weal, or woe.

Nurse. I saw the wound, I saw it with mine eyes,-God save the mark !-here on his manly breast : A piteous corse, a bloody piteous corse ; 260 Pale, pale as ashes, all bedawb'd in blood, All in gore blood ;-) sownded at the sight. Giij

Ful.

Ful. O break, my heart !--poor bankrupt, break

at once!
To prison, eyes! ne'er look on liberty!
Vile earth, to earth resign ; end motion here ;
And thou, and Romeo, press one heavy bier !

Nurse. O Tybalt, Tybalt, the best friend I had !
O courteous Tybalt! honest gentleman!
That ever I should live to see thee dead !

Ful. What storm is this, that blows so contrary? Is Romeo slaughter'di and is Tybalt dead ?

271 My dear-lov'd cousin, and my dearer lord ? Then, dreadful trumpet, sound the general doom! For who is living, if those two are gone?

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?

280 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! 0, 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

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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;

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For 'tis 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; 310 Your tributary drops belong to woe, Which you, mistaking, offer up to joy. My husband lives, that Tybalt would have slain ; And Tybalt 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 :

Tybalt