Rom. T HIS gentleman, the prince's near ally, My very friend, hath got his mortal hurt In my behalf; my reputation's ftain'd With Tibalt's flander: Ofweet Juliet, Thy beauty hath made me effeminate, And in my temper foftned valour's steel. Enter Benvolio. Ben. O Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio's dead, That gallant fpirit hath afpir'd the clouds, Which too untimely here did fcorn the earth. Enter Tibalt. Ben. Here comes the furious Tibalt back again. Rom. Alive in triumph? and Mercutio lain? Away to heav'n respective lenity, And fire-ey'd fury be my conduct now! Now, Tibalt, take the villain back again, Is but a little way above our heads, And thou or I, muft keep him company. Tib. Thou wretched boy, that didft confort him here, Shalt with him hence. Rom. This fhall determine that. Ben. Romeo, away, begone: [They fight, Tibalt falls. The citizens are up, and Tibalt flain Stand not amaz'd; the prince will doom thee death, If thou art taken: hence, begone, away. Rom. O! I am fortune's fool. [Exit Romeo. Enter Prince, Mountague, Capulet, Citizens, &c. Prince. WHERE are the vile beginners of this WHER Fray? Ben. O noble prince, I can discover all The The unlucky manage of this fatal quarrel : Cap. Unhappy fight! alas, the blood is fpill'd Of my dear kinfman- Now as thou art a Prince, For blood of ours, fhed blood of Mountague. Prin. Benvolio, who began this fray ! Romeo befpake him fair, bid him bethink With gentle breath, calm look, knees humbly bow'd, Retorts it: Romeo, he cries aloud, Hold friends, friends part! and fwifter than his tongue, His agil arm beats down their fatal points, And 'twixt them rufhes; underneath whofe arm An envious thruft from Tibalt hit the life Of stout Mercutio, and then Tibalt fled Prin. Romeo flew him, he flew Mercutio; That That you fhall all repent my lofs in him. I will be deaf to pleading and excufe, Nor tears nor prayers fhall purchase our repeal: Elfe when he is found, that hour is his laft. ful. G Enter Juliet alone. ALLOP apace, you fiery-footed steeds, As Phaeton, would whip you to the west, And bring in cloudy night immediately. Spread thy clofe curtain, love-performing night, Come night, come Romeo! come thou day in night! To an impatient child that hath new robes, And may not wear them. O, here comes my nurse! And the brings news, and every tongue, that speaks Why doft thou wring thy hands? Nurfe. Ah welladay he's dead, he's dead, he's dead! We are undone, lady, we are undone. Jul. Can heav'n be fo envious? Nurfe. Nurfe. Romeo can, Though heav'n cannot. O Romeo! Romeo! ful. What devil art thou, that does torment me thus ? This torture fhould be roar'd in difmal hell. Hath Romeo flain himself? fay thou but ay, Jul. O break my heart!poor bankrupt, break. at once! To prifon, eyes! ne'er look on liberty; Nurfe. O Tibalt, Tibalt, the best friend I had; Jul. What form is this that blows fo contrary? Is Romeo flaughter'd? and is Tibalt dead? Nurfe. Tibalt is dead, and Romeo banished, Romeo that kill'd him, he is banished. Jul. O heaven! did Romeo's hand fhed Tibalt's blood? Nurfe. It did, it did, alas the day! it did. Jul. O nature! what hadft thou to do in hell, When thou didst bower the spirit of a fiend In mortal paradife of fuch fweet flesh? O that deceit fhould dwell In fuch a gorgeous palace. Nurfe. There is no truft, No faith, no honesty in men; all perjur'd; Ful. Blifter'd be thy tongue, For fuch a wifh, he was not born to fhame, Upon his brow fhame is afham'd to fit : O what a wretch was I to chide him fo? Nurfe. Will you speak well of him, that kill'd your coufin? Jul. Shall I fpeak ill of him that is my husband? Ah poor my lord, what tongue shall smooth thy name, When When I thy three hours wife have mangled it? My husband lives that Tibalt would have flain, Like damned guilty deeds to finners' minds ; That banished, that one word banished, Hath flain ten thousand Tibalts: In that word All flain, all dead! -Romeo is banished! Where is my father, and my mother, nurfe! Nurfe. Weeping and wailing over Tibalt's coarse : Will you go to them? I will bring you thither. Jul. Wash they his wounds with tears? My eyes fhall flow When theirs are dry, for Romeo's banishment. Nurfe. Hie to your chamber, I'll find Romeo ful, Oh find him, give this ring to my true lord, And bid him come to take his last farewel. [Exeunt. S CE N E. V. The Monaftery. Enter Friar Lawrence and Romeo. Fri. ROMEO, come forth; come forth, thou fearful man, Affliction is enamour'd of thy parts; And thou art wedded to calamity. Rom. Father, what news? what is the prince's doom? What forrow craves acquaintance at my hand, That I yet know not? Fri. |