Nurse. O Tybalt, Tybalt, the best friend I Is Romeo slaughter'd; and is Tybalt dead? For who is living, if those two are gone? Nurse. It did, it did; alas the day! it did. Nurse. There's no trust, Jul. Jul. Shall I speak ill of him that is my That villain cousin would have kill'd my hus- Your tributary drops belong to woe, That murder'd me: I would forget it fain; Hath slain ten thousand Tybalts +. Tybalt's Was woe enough, if it had ended there : Thy father, or thy mother, nay, or both, But, with a rear-ward following Tybalt's death, Where is my father, and my mother, nurse? 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, Both you and I; for Romeo is exiled: And death, not Romeo, take my maidenhead' * To smooth, in ancient language, is to stroke, to caress. ti. e. Is worse than the loss of ten thousand Tybalts. Common. § Know Rom. There is no world without Verona But purgatory, torture, hell itself, [walls, Hence-banished is banish'd from the world, And world's exile is death :-then banishment Is death mis-term'd: calling death-banishment, Thou cut'st my head off with a golden axe, And smilest 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. 'lis torture, and not mercy: heaven is here, Where Juliet lives; and every cat, and dog, [mean, No sudden mean of death, though ne'er so a word. Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy, Fri. Let me dispute with thee of thy estate. Rom. Thou canst not speak of what thou dost not feel: Wert thou as young as I, Juliet thy love, And fall upon the ground, as I do now, bering : Stand up, stand up; staud, an you be a man: For Juliet's sake, for her sake, rise and stand; Why should you fall into so deep an O? Rom. Nurse! Nurse. Ah sir! ah sir!—Well, death's the end of all. [her? Rom. Spakest thou of Juliet? how is it with Doth she not think me an old murderer, Now I have stain'd the childhood of our joy With blood reinoved but little from her own? Where is she? and how doth she? and what My conceal'd lady to our cancell'd love? [says Nurse. O, she says nothing, sir, but weeps and weeps; And now falls on her bed; and then starts up, And Tybalt calls; and then on Romeo cries, And then down falls again. Rom. As if that name, Shot from the deadly level of a gun, Did murder her; as that name's cursed hand Murder'd her kinsman.-O tell me, friar, tell In what vile part of this anatomy [me, Doth my name lodge? tell me, that I may sack The hateful mansion. [Drawing his Sword. Fri. Hold thy desperate hand: Art thou a man? thy form cries out, thou art; Thy tears are womanish; thy wild acts denote The unreasonable fury of a beast: Unseemly woman, in a seeming man! Or ill-beseeming beast, in seeming both! Thou hast amazed me by my holy order, I thought thy disposition better temper❜d. Hast thou slain Tybalt? wilt thou slay thyself? And slay thy lady too that lives in thee, By doing damned hate upon thyself? Why rail'st thou on thy birth, the heaven, and earth? • Worth, value. Since birth, and heaven, and earth, all three do meet lose. In thee at once; which thou at once wouldst Thy wit, that ornament to shape and love, too: What, rouse thee, man! thy Juliet is alive, Rom. Do so, and bid my sweet prepare to Nurse. Here, sir, a ring she bid me give Hie you, make haste, for it grows very late. [Exit Nurse. Rom. How well my comfort is revived by this! [all your state t; Fri. Go hence: Good night; and here stands Either begone before the watch be set, Or by the break of day disguised from hence: Sojourn in Mantua; I'll find out your man, And he shall signify from time to time Every good hap to you, that chances here: Give me thy hand; 'tis late: farewell; good night. [me, Rom. But that a joy past joy calls out on It were a grief, so brief to part with thee: Farewell. [Exeunt. Torn to pieces with thine own weapons. * Shut up. Cap. Things have fallen out, sir, so unluckily, That we have had no time to move our daughter: [ly, Look you, she loved her kinsman Tybalt dearAnd so did I;-Well, we were born to die.'Tis very late, she'll not come down to-night: I promise you, but for your company, I would have been a-bed an hour ago. [woo: Par. These times of woe afford no time to Madam, good night: commend me to your daughter. [to-morrow; La. Cap. I will, and know her mind early To-night she's mew'd up to her heaviness. Cap. Sir Paris, I will make a desperate tender Of my child's love: I think, she will be ruled O' Thursday let it be;-c' Thursday, tell her, Par. My lord, I would that Thursday were SCENE V. Juliet's Chamber. Enter ROMEO and JULIET. Jul. Wilt thou be gone? it is not yet near It was the nightingale, and not the lark [day: That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear; Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree: Believe me, love, it was the nightingale. Rom. It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale: look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east: + The whole of your fortune depends on Therefore stay yet, thou need'st not to be gone. I Jul. It is, it is, hie hence, be gone, away; It is the lark that sings so out of tune, Straining harsh discords, and unpleasing sharps Some say, the lark makes sweet division; This doth not so, for she divideth us: [eyes: Some say, the lark and loathed toad change O, now I would they had changed voices too! Since arm from arm that voice doth us affray, Hunting thee hence with hunts-up to the day. U, now begone; more light and light it grows. Rom. More light and light?-more dark and dark our woes. Enter Nurse. Nurse. Madain! Jul. Nurse? Nurse. Your lady mother's coming to your chamber: The day is broke; be wary, look about. I must hear from thee every day i' the hour, Rom. Farewell! I will omit no opportunity That may convey my greetings, love, to thee. Jul. O, think'st thou, we shall ever meet again? [serve Rom. I doubt it not; and all these woes shall For sweet discourses in our time to come. Jul. O God! I have an ill-divining soul: Methinks, I see thee, now thou art below, As one dead in the bottom of a tomb: Either my eye-sight fails, or thou look'st pale. Rom. And trust me, love, in my eye so do If thou art fickle, what dost thou with him La. Cap. Why, how now, Juliet? • Reflection of the moon. for musical composition. Jul. sin's death? Madam, I am not well. La. Cap. Evermore weeping for your cou[tears? What, wilt thou wash him from his grave with An if thou couldst, thou couldst not make him live; [of love: Therefore, have done: Some griefshows much But much of grief shows still some want of wit. Jul. Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss. La. Cap. So shall you feel the loss, but not Which you weep for. [the friend Feeling so the loss, Jul. I cannot choose but ever weep the friend. La. Cap. Well, girl, thou weep'st not so much for his death, As that the villain lives which slaughtered him. Jul. What villain, madam? La. Cup. That same villain, Romeo. Jul. Villain and he are many miles asunder. God pardon him! I do, with all my heart; And yet no man, like he, doth grieve my heart. La. Cap. That is, because the traitor mur derer lives. death! [hands. Jul. Ay, madam, from the reach of these my 'Would, none but I might venge my cousin's [thou not: La. Cup. We will have vengeance for it, fear Then weep no more. I'll send to one in Mantua, Where that same banish'd runagate doth live,— That shall bestow on him so sure a draught,' That he shall soon keep Tybalt company: And then, I hope, thou wilt be satisfied. Jul. Indeed, I never shall be satisfied With Romeo, till I behold him-deadIs my poor heart so for a kinsman ver'd:Madam, if you could find out but a man To bear a poison, I would temper it; That Romeo should, upon receipt thereof, Soon sleep in quiet.-0, how my heart abhors To hear him named, and cannot come to him, To wreak the love I bore my cousin Tybalt Upon his body that hath slaughter'd him! La. Cap. Find thou the means, and I'll find such a man. But, now I'll tell thee joyful tidings, girl. [time: Jul. And joy comes well in such a needful What are they, I beseech your ladyship? La. Cup. Well, well, thou hast a careful father, child; One, who to put thee from thy heaviness, that? Peter too, He shall not make me there a joyful bride. + Inclination. woman the day after marriage. Brings. Ere he, that should be husband, comes to woo. 1 pray you, tell my lord and father, madam, I will not marry yet; and, when I do, I swear, It shall be Romeo, whom you know I hate, Rather than Paris;-These are news indeed! La. Cap. Here comes your father; tell him so yourself. And see how he will take it at your hands. Cap. When the sun sets, the air doth drizzle But for the sunset of my brother's son, [dew; It rains downright. How now? a conduit, girl? what, still in tears? Ever more showering? In one little body Thou counterfeit'st a bark, a sea, a wind: For still thy eyes, which I may call the sea, Do ebb and flow with tears; the bark thy body is, Sailing in this salt flood; the winds, thy sighs; Who,-raging with thy tears, and they with Without a sudden calm, will overset [them,Thy tempest tossed body.-How now, wife? Have you delivered to her our decree? La. Cap. Ay, sir; but she will none, she gives you thanks. I would the fool were married to her grave! Unworthy as she is, that we have wrought Proud can I never be of what I hate; I tell thee what,-get thee to church o'Thurs- That God had sent us but this only child; Good prudence; smatter with your gossips, Cap. [go. Cup. Peace, you mumbling fool! Utter your gravity o'er a gossip's bowl, For here we need it not. La. Cap. You are too hot. Cap. God's bread! it makes me mad: Day, night, late, early, At home, abroad, alone, in company, A gentleman of princely parentage, Look to't, think on't, I do not use to jest. Jul. Is there no pity sitting in the clouds, That sees into the bottom of my grief? O, sweet my mother, cast me not away? Delay this marriage for a month, a week; Or, if you do not, make the bridal bed In that dim monument where Tybalt lies. La. Cap. Talk not to me, for I'll not speak a word; Do as thou wilt, for I have done with thee. [Exit. Jul. O God!-0 nurse! how shail this be prevented? My husband is on earth, my faith in heaven; 'Faith, here 'tis : Romeo Is banish'd; and all the world to nothing, That be dares ne'er come back to challenge you; Or, if he do, it needs must be by stealth. Then, since the case so stands as now it doth, I think it best you married with the county. O, he's a lovely gentleman! Romeo's a dishclout to him; an eagle, madam Hath not so green, so quick, so fair an eye, As Paris hath. Beshrew my very heart, 'I think you are happy in this second match, Base woman. |