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hast quarrelled with a man for coughing in the Is he gone, and hath pothing? street, because he hath wakened thy dog that hath Ben. What, art thou hurt? lain asleep in the sun. Didst thou not fall out with Mer. Ay, ay, a scratch,

a scratch! a tailor, for wearing his new doublet before Easter? enough. with another, for tying his new shoes with old rib- Where is my page? – Go, villain, fetch a surgeon! band? and yet thou wilt tutor me from quarrelling!

(Exit Page. Ben. An I were so apt to quarrel as thou art, any Rom. Courage, man! the hurt cannot be much. man should buy the fee-simple of my life for an Mer. No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide hour and a quarter.

as a church door; but 'tis enough, 'twill serve: ask Mer. The fee-simple? O simple!

for me to-morrow, and you shall find me a grave Enter TYBALT, and Others.

man. I am peppered, I warrant, for this world. Ben. By my head, here come the Capulets ! A plague o' both your houses ! -'Zounds, a dog, a Mer. By my heel, I care not!

rat, a mouse, a cat, to scratch a man to death! a Tyb. Follow me close, for I will speak to them.— braggart, a rogue, a villain, that fights by the book Gentlemen, good den : a word with one of you. of arithmetic ! - Why the devil came you between

Mer. And but one word with one of us ? Couple us? I was hurt under your arm.
it with something; make it a word and a blow. Rom. I thought all for the best.

Tyb. You will find me apt enough to that, sir, if Mer. Help me into some house, Benvolio,
you will give me occasion.

Or I shall faint! - A plague o' both your houses!
Mer. Could you not take some occasion without They have made worm's meat of me;

I have it, and soundly too. - Your houses !
Tyb. Mercutio, thon consort'st with Romeo,

(Ereunt Mercutio and Benvolio. tui

Mer. Consort! what, dost thou make us minstrels? Rom. This gentleman, the prince's nrar ally,
an thou make minstrels of us, look to hear nothing My very friend, hath got his mortal hurt
but discords: here's my fiddlestick; here's that in my behalf; my reputation stain's
shall make you dance. 'Zounds, consort!

With Tybalt's slander, Tybalt, that an hour
Ben. We talk here in the public haunt of men : llath been my

kinsman: O sweet Juliet, Either withdraw into some private place,

Thy beauty hath made me elleminate, Or reason coldly of your grievances,

And in my temper soften’d valour's steel.
Or else depart; here all eyes gaze on us.

Re-enter BENVOLIO.
Mer. Men's eyes were made to look, and let them Ben. O Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio's dead!
gaze;

That gallant spirit hath aspir'd the clouds,
I will not budge for no man's pleasure, I.

Which too untimely here did scorn the earth.
Enter Romeo.

Rom. This day's black fate on more days doth de-
Tyb. Well, peace be with you, sir! here comes my pend;

This but begins the woe, others must end.
Mer, But I'll be hanged, sir, if he wear your livery :

Re-enter TYBALT.
Marry, go before to field, lie'll be your follower; Ben. Here comes the furious Tybalt back again.
Your worship, in that sense, may call him — man. Rom. Alive! in triumph! and Mercutio slain!

Tyb. Romco, the hate I bear thee, can afford Away to heaven, respective lenity,
No better term than this - Thou art a villain ! And fire-ey'd fury be my conduct now!-
Rom. Tybalt, the reason that I have to love thee, Now, Tybalt, take the villain back again,
Doth much excuse the appertaining rage

That late thou gav'st me; for Mercutio's soul trong To such a greeting ; - villain am I none;

Is but a little way above our heads,
Therefore farewell! I see, thou know'st me not. Staying for thine to keep him company;

Tyb. Boy, this shall not excuse the injuries Either thou, or , or both, must go with him!
That thou hast done me; therefore turn and draw ! Tyb. Thou, wretched boy, that didst consort him
Rom. I do protest, I never injur'd thee;

here,
But love thee better, than thou canst devise, Shalt with him hence !
Till thou shalt know the reason of my love:

Kom. This shall determine that!
And so, good Capulet, - which name I tender

[They fight; Tybalt falls. As dearly as mine own, -- be satisfied.

Ben. Romeo, away, be gone!
Mer. O calm, dishonourable, vile submission! The citizens are up, and Tybalt slain ! -
A la stoccata carries it away.

(Draws. Stand not amaz'd: the prince will doom thee Tybalt, you rat-catcher, will you walk ?

death,
Tyb. What would'st thou have with me? If thou art taken :- hence !- begone !-away!
Mer, Good king of cats, nothing, but one of your Rom. O! I am fortune's fool!
nine lives; that I mean to make bold withal, and, Ben. Why dost thou stay? (Exit Romeo.
as you shall use me hereafter, dry-beat the rest of

Enter Citizens, etc.
the eight. Will you pluck your sword out of his i Cit. Which way ron he, that kill'd Mercutio ?
pilcher by the ears ? make haste, lest mine be about Tybalt, that murderer, which way ran 'he?
your ears ere it be out.

Ben. There lies that Tybalt.
Tyb. I am for you!

(Drawing. 1 Cit. Up, sir, go with!
Rom. Gentle Mercatio, put thy rapier up! I charge thee in the prince's name, ohey!
Mer. Come, sir, your passado! [They fight. Enter Prince, attended; Montague, CAPULET, their
Rom. Draw, Benvolio!

Wives, and Others.
Beat down their weapons! - Gentlemen, for shame, Prin. Where are the vile beginners of this fray?
Forbear this outrage; -Tybalt — Mercutio Ben. O noble prince, I can discover all
The prince expressly hath forbid this bandying The unlucky manage of this fatal brawl:
In Verona streets !-hold, Tybalt !--good Mercutio ! There lies the man, slain by young Romeo,

(Exeunt Tybalt and his Partizans. That slew thy kinsman, brave Mercutio.
Mer. I am hurt;

La. Cap. Tybalt, my cousin! – 0 my brother's A plague o' both the houses! - I am sped !

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Jul. What storın is this, that blows so contrary? Then, dreadful trampet, sound the general dosa!

Jul. O serpent heart, híd with a flowering face!

Dove-feather'd raven! wolfish-ravening lamb!

Unhappy sight! ah me, the blood is spillid Hood my unmann'd blood, bating in my cheeks,
Of my dear kinsman! - Prince, as thou art true, With thy black mantle; till strangelove, grown bold,
For blood of ours, shed blood of Montague. Think true love acted, simple modesty.
D cousin, consin!

Come, night! – Come, Romeo! come, thou day in
Prin. Benvolio, who began this bloody fray? night!
Ben. Tybalt, here slain, whom Komeo's hand did For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night
slay;

Whiter than new snow on a raven's back. Romeo, that spoke him fair, bade him bethink Come, gentle night; come, loving, black-brow'd night, How nice the quarrel was, and urg'd withal Give me my Romeo: and, when he shall die, Your high displeasure: all this-uttered

Take him, and cut him out in little stars, With gentle breath, calm look, kuees humbly And he will make the face of heaven so fine, bow'd,

That all the world will be in love with night, Could not take truce with the unruly spleen And pay no worship to the garish son. of Tybalt, deaf to peace, but that he tilts 0, I have bought the mansion of a love, With piercing steel at bold Mercatio's breast; But not possess'd it; and though I am sold, Who, all as hot turns deadly point to point, Not yet enjoy'd: so tedious is this day, And, with a martial scorn, with one hand beats As is the night before some festival Cold death aside, and with the other sends To an impatient child, that katlı new robes, It back to Tybalt, whose dexterity

And may not wear them. O, here comes my purse, Retorts it. Romeo he cries aloud,

Enter Nurse, with cords. Hold, friends! friends, part! and, swifter, than his and she brings news : and every tongue that speals tongue,

But Romeo's name, speaks heavenly eloqueuce. -His agile arm beats down their fatal points, Now, purse, what news? What hast thou there? the And 'twixt them rushes; underneath whose arm cords, An envious thrust from Tybalt hit the life

That Romeo bade tliee fetch? Of stout Mercutio, and then Tybalt fled;

Nurse. Ay, ay, the cords ! [Throws them does But by and by comes back to Romeo,

Jul. Ah me! what news? why dost thou wring this Who had but newly entertain'd revenge,

hands? And to't they go like lightning: for, ere I Nurse. Al well-a-day! he’s dead, he's dead, he's dead! Could draw to part them, was stout Tybalt slain; We are uudope, lady, we are undone!And, as he fell, did Romeo turn and fly:

Alack the day! - he's gone, he's kill'd, he's dead ! This is the truth, or let Benvolio die.

Jul. Can heaven be so envious ? La. Cap. He is a kinsman to the Montague,

Nurse. Romeo can, Affection makes him false, he speaks pot true: Though heaven cannot:

Romeo! Romeo! Some twenty of them fought in his black strife, Who erer would have thought it ? - Romeo! And all those twenty could but kill one life:

Jul. What devil art thou, that dost torment me
I beg for justice, which thou, pripce, must give; thus?
Romeo slew Tybalt, Romeo must not live. This torture should be roar'd in dismal kell.

Prin. Romeo slew him, he slew Mercntio; Hath Romeo slain himself? say thou but I,
Who now the price of luis dear blood doth owe? And that bare vowel I shall poison more,

Mon. Not Romeo, prince, he was Mercutio's friend; Than the death-darting eye of cockatrice:
His fault concludes but, what the law should end, I am not I, if there be such an I;
The life of Tybalt.

Or those eyes shut, that make thee answer, l.
Prin. And, for that offence,

If he be slain, say-1; or if not, 40: Immediately we do exile him hence :

Brief sounds determine of my weal, or woe. I have an interest in your hates' proceeding, Nurse, I saw the wound, I saw it with mine eyes, o My blood, for your rude brawls, doth lie a bleed-God save the mark! - here on his manly breast: ing;

A piteous corse, a bloody piteous corse; But I'll amerce you with so strong a fine, Pale, pale as ashes, all bedawb'd in blood, That

you shall all repent the loss of mine: All in gore blood; - I swoonded at the sight, I will be deaf to pleading and excuses;

Jul. Ő break, my heart !-poor bankrupt breast Nor tears, nor prayers, shall purchase out abuses, at once! Therefore use none: let Romeo hence in haste, To prison, eyes! ne'er look on liberty! Else, when he's found, that hour is his last.

Vile earth, to earth resign; end motion here; Bear hence this body, and attend our will : And thou, and Romeo, press one heavy bier? Mercy but murders, pardoping these that kill. Nurse. O Tybalt, Tybalt, the best friend I had!

(Exeunt. O courteous Tybalt! honest gentleman!

That ever I should live to see thee dead!
SCENE II. - A room in Capulet's house.
Enter JULIET.

Is Romeo slaughter'd; and is Tybalt dead?
Jul. Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds, My dear-lov'd consin, and my dearer ford?--
Towards Phoebus' mansion ; such a waggoner
As Phaeton would whip you to the west,

For who is living, if those two are gone?
And bring in cloudy night immediately.

Nurse. Tybalt is gone, and Romeo banished;
Spread thy close curtain, love-performing night! Romeo that kill'd him, he is banished.
That run-away's eyes may wink; and Romeo

Jul, 0 God!

did Romeo's hand shed Tyball's Leap the these arms, antalk'd of, and unseen!

blood ? Lovers can see to do their amorous rites

Nurse. It did, it did! alas the day! it did!
By their own beauties: or, if love be blind,
It best agrees with night. Come, civil night, Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave?
Thou sober-suited matron, al in black,

Beautiful tyrant! fiend angelical!
And learn me how to lose a winding match,
Play'd for a pair of stainless maidenhoods:

Despised substance of divinest show!

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Just opposite to what thou justly seem'st, Affliction is enamord of thy parts,
A damned saint, an honourable villain ! -

And thou art wedded to calamity.
0, nature! what hadst thou to do in hell,

Rom. Father, what news? what is the prince's When thou did'st bower the spirit of a fiend

doom? In mortal paradise of such sweet flesh?

What sorrow craves acquaintance at my hand,
Was ever book, containing such vile matter, That I yet know not?
So fairly bound? 0, that deceit should dwell Fri, Too familiar
In such a gorgeous palace!

Is my dear son with such sour company :
Nurse. There's no trust,

I bring thee tidings of the prince's doom.
No faith, no honesty in men; all perjur'd,

Rom. What less than dooms-day is the prince's All forsworn, all naught, all dissemblers.

doom? Ah, where's my man? give me some aqua vitae :: Fri. A gentler judgment vanish'd from his lips, These griefs, these woes, these sorrows make me old. Not body's death, but body's banishment.. Shame come to Romeo !

Rom. Ha! banishment? be merciful, say - death! Jul. Blister'd be thy tongue,

For exile hath more terror in his look, For such a wish! he was not born to shame: Much more than death: do not say — banishment. Upon his brow shame is asham'd to sit;

Fri. Hence from Verona art thou banished: For 'tis a throne where honour may be crown'd Be patient, for the world is broad and wide. Sole monarch of the universal earth.

Rom. There is no world without Verona walls, O, what a beast was I to chide at him!

But purgatory, torture, hell itself.
Nurse. Will you speak well of him that killa Hence-banished is banish'd from the world,

And world's exile is death:— then banishment
Jul. Shall I speak ill of him that is my husband? Is death mis-term’d: calling death — banishment,
Ah, poor my lord, what tongue shall smooth thy name, Thou cut'st my head off with a golden axe,
When I, thy three-hours wife, have mangled it ? And smil'st upon the stroke that murders me.
But, wherefore, villain, didst thou kill my cousin ? Fri. O deadly sin! O rude unthankfulness!
That villain cousin would have kill'd my husband: Thy fault our law calls death; but the kind prince,
Back, foolish tears, back to your native spring! Taking thy part, hath rush'd aside the law,
Your tributary drops belong to woe,

And turn'd that black word death to banishment: Which you, mistaking, otler up to joy,

This is dear mercy, and thou seest it not. My husband lives, that Tybalt would have slain; Rom. 'Tis torture, and not mercy: heaven is here, And Tybalt’s dead, that would have slain my husband: Where Juliet lives; and every cat, and dog, All this is comfort. Wherefore weep I then? And little mouse, every unworthy thing, Some word there was, worser than Tybalt's death, Live here in heaven, and may look on her, That murder'd me: I would forget it fain; But Romeo may not. — More validity, But, 0! it presses to my memory,

More honourable state, more courtship lives Like damned guilty deeds to sinners' minds : In carrion flies, than Romeo : they may seize Tybalt is dead, and Romeo - banished;

On the white wonder of dear Juliet's hand,
That- banished, that one word — banished, And steal immortal blessing from her lips;;
Hath slain ten thousand Tybalts. Tybalt's death Who, even in pure and vestal modesty,
Was woe enough, if it had ended there:

Still blush, as thinking their own kisses sin;
Or, -- if sour woe delights in fellowship,

But Romeo may not; he is banished:
And needly will be rank'd with other griefs, – Flies

may do this, when I from this must fly: Why follow'd not, when she said – Tybalt's dead, They are free men, but I am banished. Thy father, or thy mother, nay, or both,

And say'st thou yet, that exile is not death? Which modern lamentation might have mov'd ? Hadst thou no poison mix'd, no sharp-ground knife, But, with a rear-ward followiog Tybalt's death, No sudden mean of death, though ne'er so mean, Romeo is banished, – to speak that word,

But — banished - to kill me; banished ?
Is father, mother, Tybalt, Romeo, Juliet,

O friar, the damned use that word in hell!
All slain, all dead. -Romeo is banished, Howlings attend it! How hast thou the heart,
There is no end, no limit, measure, bound, Being a divine, a ghostly confessor,
In that word's death; no words can that woe sound! A sin-absolver, and my friend professid,
Where is my father, and my mother, nurse? To mangle me with that word — banishment ?
Nurse. Weeping and wailing over Tybalt's corse : Fri. Thou fond mad man, hear me but speak a word!
Will you go to them? I will bring you thither. Rom. 0, thou wilt speak again of banishment!
Jul. Wash they his wounds with tears? mine shall Fri. I'll give thee armour to keep off that word;

Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy,
When theirs are dry, for Romeo's banishment. To comfort thee, though thou art banished.
Take

up those cords! - Poor ropes, you are beguild, Rom. Yet banished ? — hang up philosophy! Both you and I; for Romeo is exil'd;

Unless philosophy can make a Juliet,
He made yon for a highway to my bed:

Displant a town, reverse a prince's doom;
But I, a maid, die maiden-widowed.

It helps not, it prevails not, talk no more!
Come, cords! come, nurse! I'll to my wedding bed! Fri. 0, then I see, that madmen have no ears.
And death, not Romeo, take my maidenhead! Rom. How should they, when that wise men have
Nurse. Hie to your chamber, l'll find Romeo

no eyes ?
To comfort you! - I wot well where he is.

Fri. Let me dispute with thee of thy estate.
Hark ye, your Pomeo will be here at night; Rom. Thou canst not speak of what thou dost not
I'll to him; he is hid at Laurence' cell.

feel :
Jul. O find him! give this ring to my true knight, Wert thou as young as I, Juliet thy love,
And him come to ta) his last farewell. (Exeunt. An hour but married, Tybalt murdered,

SCENE III. - Friar Laurence's cell. Doting like me, and like me banished,

Enter Friar LAURENCE and Romeo. Then might'st thou speak, then might'st thou tear Fri.Romeo,come forth! come forth, thou fearful man! thy hair,

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And fall upon the ground, as I do now,

Disgressing from the valoar of a man:
Takiog the measure of an unmade grave.

Thy dear love, sworn, but hollow perjury,
Fri. Arise! one knocks! good Romeo, hide thyself! Killing that love, which thou hast vow'd to cherish:

(Knocking within. Thy wit, that ornament to shape and love,
Rom. NotI; unless the breath of heart-sick groans, Mis-shapen in the conduct of them both,
Mist-like, infold me from the search of eyes. Like powder in a skill-less soldier's flask,

[Knocking. Is set on fire by thine own ignorance,
Fri. Hark, how they knock! Who's there? And thou dismember'd with thine own defence.
Romeo, arise!

What, rouse thee, man! thy Juliet is alive,
Thou wilt be taken! stay a while! - stand up! For whose dear sake thou wast but lately dead:

Knocking. There art thou happy. Tybalt would kill thee,
Run to my study !-- By and by:- God's will! But thou slew'st Tybalt; there art thou happy toe.
What wiltulness is this? I come, I come! [Knocking. The law, that threaten'd death, becomes thy friend,
Who knocks so hard? whence come yon? what's And turns it to exíle; there art thou happy.

A pack of blessibgs lights upon thy back;
Nurse. (Within.] Let me come in, and you shall Happiness courts thee in her best array;
know my errand;

But, like a misbehav'd and sullen weach,
I come from lady Juliet.

Thou pout'st upon thy fortune and thy lore:
Fri. Welcome then!

Take heed, take heed, for sach die miserable.
Enter Nurse.

Go, get thee to thy love, as was decreed,
Nurse. O holy friar, 0, tell me, holy friar, Ascend her chamber, hence and comfort her:
Where is my lady's lord, where's Romeo ? But, look, thou stay not till the watch be set,
Fri. There on the ground, with his own tears made For then thou canst not pass to Mantua;
drunk.

Where thou shalt live, till we can find a time
Nurse, o, he is even in my mistress' case, To blaze your marriage, reconcile your friends,
Just in her case !

Beg pardon of the prince and call thee back
Fri. O woeful sympathy!

With twenty hundred thousand times more jos,
Piteous predicament!

Than thou went'st forth in lamentation.-
Nurse. Even so lies she,

Go before, nurse! commend me to thy lady!
Blubbering and weeping, weeping and blubbering. And bid her hasten all the house to bed,
Stand up, stand up! stand, an you be a man ! Which heavy sorrow makes them apt unto :
For Juliet's sake, for her sake, rise and stand ! Romeo is coming.
Why should you fall into so deep an 0?

Nurse. O, Lord, I could have staid here all thenight

, Rom. Nurse!

To hear good counsel. O, what learning is!-
Nurse. Ah sir! Ah sir!-- Well, death's the end My lord, I'll tell my lady you will come.
of all !

Řom. Do so, and bid my sweet prepare to chida
Ron. Spak’st thou of Juliet? how is it with her? Nurse. Here, sir, a ring she bade me give yea

, ss! Doth she not think me an old murderer,

Hie you,make laste,forit

grows very late! (Ex1 Aux
Now I have stain’d the childhood of our joy Rom. How well my comfort is reviv'd by this?
With blood remov'd but little from her own? Fri. Go hence! Good night! and here stands al
Where is she? and how doth she? and what says your state ;-
My conceal'd lady to our cancell'd love?

Either begone before the watch be set, Nurse. O, she says nothing, sir, but weeps and Or by the break of day disguis'd from hence ; weeps;

Sojourn in Mantua; I'll find out your map,
And now falls on her bed; and then starts up, And he shall signify from time to time
And Tybalt calls; and then on Romeo cries, Every good hap to you, that changes here:
And then down falls again.

Give me thy hand ! 'tis late: farewell! gogłnight?
Rom. As if that name,

Rom. But that a joy past joy calls out on se,
Shot from the deadly level of a gun,

It were a grief, so brief to part with thee,
Did murder her; as that name's cursed hand Farewell!
Murder'd her kinsman. -0 tell me, friar, tell me,
In what vile part of this anatomy

SCENE IV. - A room in Capulet's house.
Doth my name lodge? tell me, that I may sack Enter Capulet, Lady Cartlet, and Paris
The hateful mansion.

(Drawing his sword. Cap. Things have fallen out, sir, so unluckily, Fri. Hold thy desperate hand!

That we have had no time to move our daughter Art thou a man? thy form cries out, thou art ; Look you, she lov'd her kinsman Tybalt dearls. Thy tears are womanish; thy wild acts denote And so did I. – Well, we were born to die... The unreasonable fury of a beast :

'Tis very late, she'll not come down to-uight; Unseemly woman, in a seeming man!

I promise you, but for your company,
Or ill-beseeming beast, in seeming both !

I would have been a-bed an honr ago.
Thou hast amaz'd me: by my holy order,

Par. These times of woe alford no time to won
I thought thy disposition better temper'd.

Madam, good night! commend me to your daughter
Hast thou slain Tybalt? wilt thou slay thyself? La.Cap. I wilt, and know her mind early to-moros
And slay thy lady too that lives in thee,

To-night she's mew'd up to her heaviness.
By doing damned hate upon thyself?

Cap. Sir Paris, I will make a desperate tender
Why rail'st thou on thy birth, the heaven, and earth? Of my child's love: I think, she will be ruld
Since birth, and heaven, and earth, all three do meet in all respects by me; nay more, I doubt it not.
In thee at once; which thou at once would'st lose. Wife, go yon to her ere you go to bed;
Fy, fy! thou sham’st thy shape, thy love, thy wit : Acquaiut her here of my son Paris' love;
Which, like an isurer, abound'st in all,

And bid lier, mark you me, on Wednesday zes?
And usest none in that true use indeed,

But, sost! what day is this?
Which should bedeck thy shape, thy love, thy wit. Pur. Monday, my lord!
Thy noble shape is but a form a wax,

Cap.Monday? ha! ha! Well, Wednesday is too sot

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O'Thursday let it be; — o'Thursday, tell her, Jul. o God! I have an ill-divining soul:
She shall be married to this noble earl: -

Methinks, I see thee, now thou art below,
Will you be ready? do you like this haste? As one dead in the bottom of a tomb:
We'll keep no great ado; - a friend, or two: Either my eyesight fails, or thou look'st pale.
For hark you, Tybalt being slain so late,

Rom. And trust me, love, in my eye so do you:
It may be thought we held it carelessly,

Dry sorrow drinks our blood. Adieu! adieu ?
Being our kinsman, if we revel much :

(Exit Romeo.
Therefore we'll have some half a dozen friends, Jul. O fortune, fortane! all men call thee fickle:
And there an end. But what say you to Thursday ? thou art fickle, what dost thou with him,
Par.My lord, I would that Thursday were to-morrow. That is renown'd for faith? Be fickle, fortune!
Cap. Well, get you gone!-O'Thursday be it then !- For then I hope, thou wilt not keep him long,
Go you to Juliet ere you go to bed,

But send him back.
Prepare her, wife, against this wedding-day. La. Cap. (Within.] Ho, daughter! are you up?
Farewell, my lord !-Light to my chamber, ho ! Jul. Who is't that calls? is it my lady mother?
Afore me, it is so very late, that we

Is she not down so late, or up so early?
May call it early by and by. -Good night![Exeunt. What unaccustom'd cause procures her hither?
SCENE V.- Juliet's chamber.

Enter Lady CAPULET.
Enter Romeo and JULIET.

La. Cap. Why, how now, Juliet?
Jul. Wilt thou be gone? it is not yet near day: Jul. Madam, I am not well.
It was the nightingale, and not the lark,

La. Cap. Evermore weeping for your cousin's death? That pierc'd the fearful hollow of thine ear; What, wilt thou wash him from his grave with tears? Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree: An if thou could'st, thou could'st not make him live; Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.

Therefore, have done! Some grief shows much of love;
Rom. Il was the lark, the herald of the morn, But much of grief shows still some want of wit.
No nightingale: look, love, what envious streaks Jul. Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss!
Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east: La.Cap. So shall you feel the loss, but not the friend,
Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Which you weep for.
Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops;

Jul. Feeling so the loss,
I must be gone and live, or stay and die. I cannot choose but ever weep the friend.

Jul. Yon light is not day-light, I know it, I: La. Cap. Well, girl, thou weep'st not so much for
It is some meteor, that the sup exhales,

his death, To be to thee this night a torch-bearer,

As that the villain lives which slaughter'd him. And light thee on thy way to Mantua:

Jul. What villain, madam ? Therefore stay yet, thou need'st not to be gone. La. Cap. That same villain, Romeo.

Rom. Let me be ta’en, let me be put to death; Jul. Villain and he are many miles asunder. I am content, so thou wilt have it so.

God pardon him! I do, with all my

heart; I'll say, yon grey is not the morning's eye, And yet, no man, like he, doth grieve my heart. 'Tis but the pale reflex of Cynthia's brow;

La. Cap. That is, because the traitor murderer lives. Nor that is not the lark, whose notes do beat Jul. Ay, madam, from the reach of these my hands. The vaulty heaven so high above our heads: 'Would, none but I might venge my cousin's death! I have more care to stay, than will to go;

La.Cap. We will have vengeance for it, fear thou not! Come, death, welcome! Juliet wills it so.

Then weep no more! I'll send to one iu Mantua,How is't, my soul? let's talk, it is not day, Where that same banish'd runagate doth live, Jul. It is, it is, hie hence, be gone, away!

That shall bestow on him so sure a draught, It is the lark that sings so out of tune,

That he shall soon keep Tybalt company; Straining harsh discords, and unpleasing sharps. And then, I hope, thou wilt be satisfied. Some say, the lark makes sweet division;

Jul. Indeed, I never shall be satisfied This doth not so, for she divideth us :

With Romeo, till I behold him-deadSome say, the lark and loathed toad change eyes; Is my poor heart so for a kinsman vex'd :0, now I would they had chang'd voices too! Madam, if you could but find out a man Since arm from arm that voice doth ns affray, To bear a poison, I would temper it; Hunting thee hence, with hunts-up to the day. That Romeo should, upon receipt thereof, o, now be gone! more light and light it grows. Soon sleep in quiet. — 0, how my heart abhors Rom. More light and light? - more dark and dark To hear him nam’d, - and cannot come to him,

To wreak the love I bore my cousin Tybalt
Enter Nurse.

Upon his body that hath slaughter'd him!
Nurse. Madam!

La. Cap. Find thou the means,

and I'll find such
Jul. Nurse?
Nurse. Your lady mother's coming to your chamber : But now I'll tell thee joyful tidings, girl!
The day is broke; be wary, look about![Exit Nurse. Jul. And joy comes well in such a needful time:
Jul. Then, window, let day in, and let life out! What are they, I beseech your ladyship?
Rum. Farewell, farewell! óne kiss, and I'll descend !| La. Cap. Well, well, thou hast a careful father,

[Romeo descends.

child!
Jul. Art thou gone so ? my love! my lord ! my friend ! One, who, to put thee from thy heaviness,
I must hear from thee every day i'the hour, Hath sorted out a sudden day of joy,
For in a minute there are many days!

That thou expect'st not, por I look'd not for.
0! by this count I shall be much in years,

Jul. Madam, in happy time, what day is that? Ere I again behold my Romeo.

Lu. Cap. Marry, my child, early next Thursday
Rom. Farewell! I will omit no opportunity

morn,
That may convey my greetings, love, to thee. The gallant, young, and noble gentleman,
Jul. O, think'st thou, we shall ever meet again? The county Paris, at Saint Peter's church,
Rom. I doubt it not; aud all these woes shall serve Shall happily make thee there a joyful bride.
For sweet discourses in our time to come.

Jul. Now, by Saint Peter's church, and Peter too,

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our woes.

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