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That all the world shall be in love with night, | Beautiful tyrant! fiend angelical !
And pay no worship to the garish' fun. Dove-feather'd raven! wolvifh-ravening lanb!
O, I have bought the mansion of a love, Despised substance of divinest Ihow !
But not poffefs'd it ; and, though I am fold, Just opposite to what thou justly seem'lt,
Not yet enjoy'd : So tedious is this day, A damned faint, an honourable villain !
As is the night before fome festival

O, nature ! what hadst thou to do in hell,
To an impatient child, that hath new robes, When thou didst bower the spirit of a fiend
And may not wear them. O, here comes my nurse, In mortal paradise of such sweet flesh :-

Was ever book, containing such vile matter, Enter Nurse, witb cords.

So fairly bound ? 0, that deceit fhould dwell And the brings news; and every tongue, that speaks In such a gorgeous palace ! But Romeo's name, fpeaks heavenly eloquence.- Nurje. There's do trust, Now, nurse, what news ? What halt thou thereNo faith, no honesty in men; all perjur'd, the cords,

All for wom, all naught, all diffemblersThat Romeo bid thee fetch ?

Ah, where's my man give me some aqua vite: Nurse Ay, ay, the cords.

These griefs, these woes, these sorrows make me Jul. Ay me! what news ? why dost thou wring

old. thy hands!

[dead! Shame come to Romeo ! Nurse. Ah well-a-day! he's dead, he's dead, he's Jul. Blister'd be thy tongue, We are undone, lady, we are undone ! - For such a wish ! he was not born to shame : Alack the day !-he's gone, he's kill'd, he's dead! Upon his brow shame is afham'd to fit; Jul. Can heaven be so envious ?

For 'tis a throne where honour may be crown' Nurse Romeo can,

Sole monarch of the universal earth. Though heaven cannot :

-O Romeo ! Romeo 0, what a beast was I to chide at him! Who ever would have thought it :-Romeo: Nurje. Will you speak well of him that kird Jul. What devil art thou, that doft torment

your cousin ? me thus ?

Jul. Shall I speak ill of him that is my husband? This torture should be roar'd in dismal hell. Ah, poor my lord, what tongue Mall smooth Clay Hath Romeo Nain bimself? fay thou but I,

name, And that bare vowel (2 shall poison more When I, thy three-hours wife, have mangledit?Than the death-Jarting eye of cockatrice : But, wherefore, villain, didst thou kill my cousin ? I am not 1, if there be such an I;

That villain cousin would have kill'd my husband; Or those eyes shut, that make thee answer, I. Back, foolish tears, back to your native 1pring i If he be in fay~); or if not, no:

Your tributary drops belong to woe, Brief sounds determine of my weal, or woe. Which you, miltaking, offer up to joy. Nurfe. I saw the wound, I saw it with mine My husband lives, that Tybalt would have dain ; eyes,

And Tybalt dead, that would have fain my hushind; God save the mark !-here on his manly breast : All this is comfort ; Wherefore weep I tben? A piteous corse, a bloody piteous corse;

Some word there was, worser than Tybale's death, Pale, pale as alhes, all bedaub'd in blood, That murder'd me: I would forget it fain ; All in gore blood :- I lownded at the sight. But, O! it presses to my memory, Jul. O break, my heart !-poor bankrupt, break Like damned guilty deeds to finners' miods : at once!

Tybalt is dead, and Romeo-banished; To prison, eyes ! ne'er look on liberty! That-banished, that one word banished, Vile earth, to earth resign ; end motion here ; Haih Nain ten thousand Tybalts 3. Tybalt's death And thou, and Romeo, press one heavy bier ! Was woe enough, if it had ended there:

Nurke. O Tybalt, Tybalt, the best friend I had ! or, if four woe delights in fellowship, courteous Tybalt! honest gentleman ! And needly will be rank'd with other griefs, That ever I should live to see thee dead !

Why follow'd not, when she faid— Tybalt's dead, Yul. What storm is this that blows so contrary! Thy father, or thy mother, nay, or both, Is Romeo flaughter'd ? and is Tybalt dead i Which modern lamentation might have mord? My dear-lov'd cousin, and my dearer lord ? But, with a rear-ward following Tybalt's death, Then, dreadful trumpet, found the general doom ! Romco is banifbedgamto speak that word, For who is living if those two are gone? Is father, mother, Tybalt, Romeo, Juliet,

Nurje. Tybalt is gone, and Romeo banith'd ; Al nain, all dead : Romco is banifoed, Romeo, that kill'd him, he is banith'd.

There is no end, no limit, measure, bound, Jul. O God !-did Romeo's hand shed Tybalts In that word's death; no words can that woe blood ?

found. Nurse. It did, it did ; alas the day! it did. Where is my father, and my mother, nurse :

Yule ( serpent heart, hid with a flow'ring face ! Nurso. Weeping and wailing over Tybalt's coife: Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave?

Wil you go to them? I will bring you thither. ! Garin is gaudy, showy. 2 In our author's time, the affirmative adverb ay was generally written 1: and by this means it both becomes a vowel, and answers in found to ye, upon which the conccit turns in the second line, ; Hath put Tybalt out of my mind, as is out of being:

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Jul. Wash they his wounds with tears? mine And Ateal immortal blessings from her lips;
shall be spent,

Who, even in pure and vestal molesty,
When theirs are dry, for Romeo's banishment. Still bluth, as thinking their own kisses sin :
Take up those corus: Poor ropes, you are beguild, Flies may do this, when 1. from this must fly;
Both you and I ; for Romeo is exild :

They are free men, but I ani banished.
He made you for a highway to my bed ; Anu fay'st thou yet, that exile is not death/
But I, a maid, die ina iden-widowed.

But Romco may not ; he is banished.
Come cords ; come, nurie; I'll co my wedding bed; Hadit thou no poison mix'd, no sharp-ground knife,
And death, not Romeo, take my maiden-head ! No sudden mean of death, though ne'er so niean,

Nurse. Hie to your chamber : I'll find Romeo But banished-to kill me ?--banished ?
To comfort you ;--- I wot well where he is. O friar, the damned ute that word in hell;
Hark ye, your Romeo will be here at night ; Howlings attend it : How haft thou the heart,

I'll to him; he is hid at Laurence' cell. Being a divine, a ghostly confessor,
Jude o find him! give this ring to my true A fin-abfolver, and my friend profest,
knight,

To mangle me with that word banishment ?
And bid him come to take his last farewel. Fri. Thou fond mad man, hear me but speak a

[Excunt.

word.

Rom. O, thou wilt speak again of banishment. SCENE JII.

Fri. I'll give thee armour to keep off that word ; Friar Laurence's Cell.

Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy,

To comfort thee, though thou art banished.
Enter Friar Laurence, and Romeo.

Rom. Yet banished -Hang up philosophy!
Fri. Romeo, come forth; come forth, thou Unless philosophy can make a Juliet,
fearful man ;

Displant a town, reverse a prince's doom;
Amiction is enamourd of thy parts,

It helps not, it prevails not, talk no more.
And thou art wedded to calamity.

dloom? Fri. O, then I see that maumen have no ears. Rom. Father, what news? what is the prince's Rom. How should they, when that wise men What sorrow craves acquaintance at my hand,

have no eyes? That I yet know not ?

Fri. Let me dispute with thee of thy estate. Friar. Too familiar

Rom. Thou canst not speak of what thou doft is my dear son with such four company :

not feel :
I bring thee ridings of the prince's doom. Wert thou as young as I, Juliet thy love,
Rom. What less than dooms-day is the prince's An hour but marry'd, Tybalt murdered,
doom

Doating like me, and like me banished,
Fri. A gentler jugment vanith'd from his lips, Then might'st thou speak, then might'lt thou tear
Not body's death, but body's banishment.

thy hair,
Rom. Ha! banishment ? be merciful, lay-death; And fall upon the ground, as I do now,
For exile hath more terror in his look, Taking the measure of an unmade grave.
Much more than death : do not fay—banishment. Fri. Arise; one knocks ; good Romeo, hida
Fri. Here from Verona art thou banished :

thyself.

[Knock within. Be patient, for the world is broad and wide.

Rom. Not I; unless the breath of heart-lick Rom. There is no world without Verona walls,

groans, But purgatory, torture, bell itself.

Mist-like, infold me from the search of eyes. Hence banished is banih'd from the world,

[Knuck. And world's exile is death ; then banishment Fri. Hark, how they knock !-Who's there? Is death mil-term’d; calling death-banishment,

Romeo, arise ;
Thou cut'tt my head off with a golden axe, Thou will be taken :-- Stay a while :-tand up :
And smil'ft upon the stroke that murders me.

(Knock.
Fri. O deadly fin! () rude unthankfulness ! Run to my study:-By and by :-God's will!
Thy fault our law calls death; but the kind prince, What wilfulness is this? - come, I come.
Taking thy part, hath rulh'd alide the law,

[Knoch.
And turn'd that black word death to banishment : Who knocks so hard ! whence come you? what's
This is dear mercy, and thou seeft it not.
Rom. 'Tis torture, and no mercy : heaven is Nurse. [witbin.] Let me come in, and you shall
here,

know my errand ;
Where Juliet lives; and every cat, and dog, I come from lady Juliet.
And little mouse, every unworthy thing,

Fri. Welcome then.
Live here in heaven, and may look on her,

Enter Nurse.
But Ronco may net.—More validity,

Nurse. O holy friar, 0, tell me, holy friar,
More honourable state, more courtship ' lives Where is my lady's loru, where's Romeo !
In carrion flies, than Romeo : they may seize Fri. There, on the ground, with his own tears
On the white wonder of dear Juliet's band,

made drunk.
! Validity scems here to mean worth or dignity; and courtfrip the state of a courtier permitted to allot
pluach the highest presence.

Nurg

your will

sir :

Nurse. O, he is even in my mistress' case, For whose dear fake thou wast but lately dead; Just in her case !

There art, thou happy : Tybalt would kill thee, Fri. O woeful sympathy!

But thou flew'st Tybalt; there too art thou happy : Piteous predicament !

The law, that threaten'd death, becomes thy freos, Nurje. Even so lies she,

And turns it to exile; there art thou happy :
Blubbering and weeping, weeping and blubbering: A pack of blessings lights upon thy back;
Stand up, stand up; stand, an you be a man : Happiness courts thee in her best array ;
For Juliet's sake, for her fake, rise and stand ; But, like a mis'hav'd and a fullen wench,
Why should you fall into so deep an O ? Thou pout'st upon thy fortune and thy love :
Rom. Nurse !

Take heed, take heed, for such die miserable. Nurse. Ah sir! ah sir !-death is the end of all

. Go, get thee to thy love, as was decreed, Rom. Spak’st thou of Juliet ? how is it with her: Ascend her chamber, hence, and comfort her ; Doth the not think me an old murderer, But, look, thou stay not 'till the watch be let, Now I have stain’d the childhood of our joy For then thou canst not pass to Mantua; With blood remov'd but little from her own ? Where thou shalt live, 'till we can find a time Where is the and how doth she and what says To blaze your marriage, reconcile your friends, My conceal'd lady to our cancell'd love? Beg pardon of the prince, and call chee back Nurse. O, she says nothing, fir, but weers and With twenty hundred thousand times more jog weeps;

Than thou went'lt forth in lamentation.And now falls on her bed ; and then starts up, Go before, nurse : commend me to thy lady ; And Tybalt calls; and then on Romeo cries, And bid her haften all the house to bed, And then down falls again.

Which heavy forrow makes them apt unto : Rom. As if that name,

Romeo is coming.

[nigis, Shot from the deadly level of a gun,

Nurse. O Lord, I could have staid here all the Did murder her ; as that name's cursed hand To hear good counsel : 0, what learning is Murder'd her kinsman.-0 tell me, friar, tell me, My lord, I'll tell my lady you will come. In what vile part of this anatomy

Rom. Do so, and bid my sweet prepare to chide. Doth my name lodge ? tell me, that I may sack Nurse. Here, fır, a ring the bid me gise you, The hateful mansion. [Drawing bis frword. Fri. Hold thy desperate hand :

Hie you, make haste, for it grows very late. Art thou a man? thy form cries out, thou art ; Rom. How well my comfort is reviv'd by this! Thy tears are womanish ; thy wild acts denote Fri. Go hence. Good night :-and here stands The unreasonable fury of a beast :

all your state 4,Unfeemly woman, in a seeming man!

Either be gone before the watch be set, Or ill-beseeming beast, in seeming both'! Or by the break of day disguisd from hence : Thou hast amaz'd me: by my holy order, Sojourn in Mantua ; I'll find out your man, I thought thy disposition better temper’d. And he shall fignify from time to time Haft thou Nain Tybalt! wilt thou flay thyself? Every good hap to you, that chances here : And say thy lady too that lives in thee,

Give me thy hand; tis late : farewel; good pight. By doing damned hate upon thyself? [earth? Rom. But that a joy past joy calls out on me, Why rail'nt thou on thy birth, the heaven, and It were a grief, fo brief to part with thee : Since birth, and heaven, and earth, all three do Farewel.

[Exeart. meet

SCENE IV.
In thee at once ; which thou at once would'It lose.

A Room in Capuilt's Howje.
Fie, fie! thou sham'st thy shape, thy love, thy wit;
Which, like an usurer, abound'nt in all,

Ester Capulet, Lady Capulet, and Paris.
And useft none in that true use indeed

Cap. Things have fallen out, fir, so unluckily, Which should bedeck thy shape, thy love, thy wit. That we have had no time to more our daughter : Thy roble shape is but a form of wax,

Look you, the lov'd her kinsman Tybalt dearly, Digrelling from the valour of a man:

And so did I;-Well, we were born to die.Thy dear love, sworn, but hollow perjury, 'Tis very late, she'll not come down to-night : Killing that love which thou hast vow'd to cherish. I promise you, but for your company, Thy wit, that ornament to shape and love,

I would have been a-bed an hour ago. Mif-shapen in the conduct of them both,

Par. These times of woe afford no time to woo: Like powder in the fkill-less soldier's flaik?, Madam, good night : commend me to your Is set ont fire by thine own ignorance,

daughter.

(morrow ; And thou dismember', with thine oirn defence 3. La. Cap. I will, and know her mind early toWhit, rouse thee, man! thy Juliet is alive, To-night she's mew'd 3 up to her heariness.

1 That is, Thou art a bcast of ill qualities, under the appearance both of a woman and a muu. 2 To understand the force of this allufion, it should be remembered that the ancient Engl. fold is, wing Mintct-locks, inltead of locks with tlines as at present, were obliged to carry a lighted us harging at their belts, very near to the wooden flask in which they kept their powder.

3 That is, And hou torn to pieces with thy own weapons. 4 The whole of your foriune depends on ilis. S A meiw was a place of confinement for law ks.

Cap. Sir Paris, I will make a desperate ' tender Come, death, and welcome! Juliet wills it loo
Of my child's love : I think, the will be ruld How is't, my soul? let's talk, it is not day.
In all respects by me; nay more, I doubt it not. Ful. It is, it is, hie hence, be gone, away ;
Wife, go you to her ere you go to bed ;

It is the lark that sings so out of tune,
Acquaint her here with my son Paris' love; Straining harsh discords, and unpleasing sharps.
And bid her, mark you me, on Wednesday next Some say, the lark makes sweet division 3 ;
But, soft ; What day is this?

This doch not so, for the divideth us :
Par. Monday, my lord.

(foon, Some say, the lark and loathed toad change eyes * ;
Cap. Monday ? ha! ha! Well, Wednesday is too O, now I would they had chang'd voices toos!
O'Thursday let it be ;-0 Thursday, tell her, Since arm from arm that voice doth us affray,
She shall be niarried to this noble earl :-- Hunting the honce with hunts-up to the day.
Will you be ready? do you like this halte ? 0, now be gone; more light and light it grows.
We'll keep no great ado ;-a friend, or two : Rom. More light and light more dark and
For bark you, Tybalt being Nain so late,

dark our woes.
It may be thought we held him carelessly,

Enter Nurse.
Being our kinsman, if we revel much :

Nurse. Madam!
Therefore we'll have some half a dozen friends,

Yul. Nurie?

[ber : And there an end. But what say you to Thurl

Nurse. Your lady mother's coming to your chamday?

(morrow. The day is broke ; be wary, look about. Par. My lord, I would that Thursday were to

[Exit Nurse. Cap. Well, get you gone :- Thursday be

Jul. Then, window, let day in, and let life out. it thien :

Rom. Farewel, farewel! one kiss, and I'll deGo you to Juliet ere you go to bed,

scend.

[Romeo descends. Prepare her, wife, against this wedding-day.

Jul. Art thou gone so ? Love ! lord! ah, husFarewell, my lord.— Light to my chamber, ho!

band! friend! *Fore me, it is so very late, that we

I must hear from thes every day i' the hour, May call it early by and by : Good night. [Exeunt. For in a minute there are many days : SCE N E V.

O! by this count I Thall be much in years,

Ere I again behold my Romeo.
Juliet's Chamber.

Rom. Farewel! I will omit no opportunity
Enter Romea, and Juliet.

That may convey my greetings, love, to thee.

Yul. O, think'st thou, we.hall ever meet again? Yul. Wilt thou be gone? it is not yet near day :

Rom. I doubt it not; and all these woes shall It was the nightingale, and not the lark,

serve
That pierc'd the fearful hollow of thine ear ;

For sweet discourses in our fine to come.
Nightly the fings on yoo pomegranate tree :

Jul. O God! I have an ill-divining foul;
Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.

Methinks, I see thee, now thou art fo low,
Rom. It was the lark, the herald of the morn,

As oue dead in the bottom of a tomb :
No nightingale : look, love, what envious streaks Either my eye-light fails, or thou look'st pale:
D) lace the levering clouds in yonder east :

Rom. And trust me, love, in my eye so do you:
Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day

Dry sorrow drinks our blood. Adieu ! adieu !
Stands tiptoe on the misty mountains' tops ;
I must be gone and live, or stay and die.

(Exit Roines.

Jul. O fortune, fortune ! all men call thee fickle:
Jul. Yon light is not day-light, I know it, I;

If thou art fickle, what doft thou with him
It is soine meteor that the sun exhales,

That is renown'd for faith : Be fickle, fortune ;
To be to thee this night a torch-bearer,

For then, I hope, thou wilt not keep him long,
And light thee on thy way to Mantua :

But fend him back.
Therefore stay yet, thou need'ft not to be gone.
Rom. Let me be ta’en, let me be put to death;

Lu.Corp. [within.] Ho, daighter! are you up?
I am content, if thou wilt have it to.

Jul. Who is't that calls ? is it my lady mother?

Is the not down fo late, or up so early :
I'll say, yon grey is not the morning's eve,

What unaccustom'd cause procures 7 her hither!
'Tis but the pale reflex 2 of Cynthia's brow;
Nor that is not the lark, whote notes do beat

Enter Lady Capulet.
The vaulty heaven fo high above our heads : La. Cap. Why, how now, Juliet?
I have more care to Atay, than will co go ;-

Jl. Madam, I am not well.

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La. Cap. Evermore weeping for your cousin's | He shall not make me there a joyful bride, death?

I wonder at this hatte ; that I muit wed What, wilt thou wash him from his grave with Ere he, that should Ise husband, comes to *oo, tears?

[live; I pray you, tell my lord and father, madam, An if thou could'st, thou could'st not make him I will not marry yet; and, when I do, I swear Therefore, have done : Some grief Shews much of It shall be Romeo, whom you know I hate, love ;

Rather than Paris:

-These are news indeed But much of grief shews still some want of wit. La. Cap. Here comes your father ; tell him so Jul. Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss.

yourself, La. Cap. So Thall you feel the loss, but not the And see how he will take it at your hands Which you weep for.

friend

Enter Capulet, and Nurke. Ful. Feeling so the loss,

Cap. When the sun sets, the air doth drizzle I cannot choose but ever weep the friend.

dew; La. Cap. Well, girl, thou weep'st not so much But for the sun-set of my brother's son, for his death,

It rains downright. As that the villain lives which Naughter'd him. How now ? a conduit, girl ? what, still in tears! Jul. What villain, madam?

Evermore showering? In one little body La. Cap. That same villain, Romeo. Thou counterfeit'st a bark, a sea, a wind :

Jul. Villain and die are many miles alunder. For ftill thy eyes, which I may call the sea, God pardon him! I do with all my heart ; Do ebb and flow with tears, the bark thy body is, And yet no man, like he, doth gricve my heart. Sailing in this falt flood; the winds, thy sighs; La. Cap. That is, because the traitor murderer Who,-raging with thy tears, and they with them, lives.

[hands : Without a sudden calm, will overset Jul. Ay, madam, from the reach of these my Thy tempest-tossed body.-How now, wife? Would, none but I might venge my cousin's Have you deliver'd to her our decree? death!

(not: La. Cap. Ay, fir; but the will none, the gives La. Cap. We will have vengeance forit, fear thou

you thanks : Then weep no more. I'll send to one in Mantua, I would, the fool were married to ber grave! Where that same banith'd runagate doth live, Cap. Soft, lake me with you, take me with That shall beitow on him so sure a draught,

you, wife. That he shall foon keep Tybalt company: How! will she none doth she not give us thanks? And then, I hope, thou wilt be satisfied. Is the not proud ? doth she not count her bleft,

Jul. Iudeed, I never shall be satisfied Unworthy as she is, that we have wrought With Romeo, 'till I behold him-dead

So worthy a gentleman to be her bridegroom? Is my poor heart so for a kinsman vext :

Jul. Not proud, you have ; but thankful, that Madam, if you could find out but a man

you have : To bear a poison, I would temper it ;

Proud can I never be of what I hate; That Romeo should, upon receipt thereof, But thankful even for tiate, that is meant love. Soon Sleep in quiet.--, how my heart abhors Cap. How now! how now! chop logick: To hear him nam’d--and cannot come to him;

What is this? To wreak the love I bore iny cousin Tybalt, Proud-and, I thank you—and, I thank you notUpon his body that hath Naughter'd him! And yet not proud_Mistress minion, you, La. Cap. Find thou the means, and I'll find Thank ms no thankings, nor proud me no prouds, such a man.

But settle your fine joints 'gainft Thursday next, But now I'll tell thec joyful eidings, girl. To go with Paris to Saint Peter's church,

Jul. And joy comes well in such a needful time: Or I wi!) drag thee on a hurdle thither. What are they, I beseech your ladyship? Out, you green-sickness carrion ! out, you baggage ! La. Cap. Well, well, thou hast a careful fa- You callow-face ! ther, child;

La Cap. Fie! fie! what, are you mad? One, who, to put thce from thy heaviness,

Jul. Good father, I beseech you on my knees Hath forted out a sudden day of joy,

Hear me with patience but to speak a word. That thou expect'st not, nor I look'd not for. Cap. Hang thee, young bagsage ! disobedient Jul. Madam, in happy time, what day is that?

wretch ! La. Cap. Marry, my child, early next Thurf- I tell thee what,---get thee to church o' Thurfday, day morn,

Or never after look me in the face : The gallant, young, and noble gentleman, Speak not, reply not, do not answer me; The county Paris', at Saint Peter's church, My fingers itch.--Wife, we scarce thought us bles, Shall happily make thee there a joyful bride. That God hath sent us but this only child ;

Jul. Now', by Saint Peter's church, and Peter too, But now I see this one is one too much,

It is remarked, that “ Paris, though in one place called Earl, is most commonly ftuled shc Cestie in this play. Shakipeare seems to have preferred, for some reason or other, the Italian coate to our count; perhaps he took it from the old English novel, from which he is said to have taken his plot." Jie cariwimiv did sa : Paris is there first tiled a young caile, and afterwards cou?', coastce, and county; occuiding to the unseitid orthography of the time.

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