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Who now the price of his dear blood doth owe?
190 His fault concludes but, what the law should end, The life of Tybalt.
Prin.. And, for that offence,
An Apartment in CAPULET's House. Enter JULIET.
Jul. Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds,
Lovers can see to do their amorous rites
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, 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. O break, my heart !--poor bankrupt, break
Nurse. O Tybalt, Tybalt, the best friend I had !
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
In such a gorgeous palace !
Nurse. There's no trust,
Jul. Blister'd be thy tongue,
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 :