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For who is living, if those two are gone?
Nurse. It did, it did; alas the day! it did.
There's no trust, No faith, no honesty in men; all perjured, All forsworn, all naught, all dissemblers.Ah, where's my man? give me some aqua vitæ: [me old. These griefs, these woes, these sorrows make Shame come to Romeo!
Hath slain ten thousand Tybalts +. Tybalt's ' death
Was woe enough, if it had ended there :
Thy father, or thy mother, nay, or both, Which modern lamentation might have moved?
But, with a rear-ward following Tybalt's death,
Jul. Blister'd be thy tongue, For such a wish! he was not born to shame : Upon his brow shame is ashamed to sit; For 'tis a throne where honour may be crown'd Sole monarch of the universal earth. O, what a beast was I to chide at him
Nurse. Will you speak well of him that kill'd your cousin? [husband? Jul. Shall I speak ill of him that is my Ah, poor my lord, what tongue snail smooth * thy name, [it ?When I, thy three-hours wife, have mangled But, wherefore, villain, didst thou kill my cousin? [band:
That villain cousin would have kill'd my husBack, foolish tears, back to your native spring:
Your tributary drops belong to woe,
That murder'd me: I would forget it fain;
Where is my father, and my mother, nurse? Nurse. Weeping and wailing over Tybalt's
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, Take up those cords :-Poor ropes, you are beguiled,
Both you and I; for Romeo is exiled:
And death, not Romeo, take my maidenhead'
To comfort you :-I wot well where he is. Hark ye, your Romeo will be here at night; I'll to him; he is hid at Laurence' cell.
Jul. O find him! give this ring to my true knight,
And bid him come to take his last farewell.
Affliction is enamour d of thy parts,
Rom. Father, what news? what is the
What sorrow craves acquaintance at my hand, That I yet know not?
Too familiar Is my dear son with such sour company : I bring thee tidings of the prince's doom. Rom. What less than dooms-day is the prince's doom? [lips, Fri. A gentler judgment vanish'd from his Not body's death, but body's banishment.
Rom. Ha! banishment? be merciful, say-For exile hath more terror in his look, [death: Much more than death; do nct say-banishment.
Fri. Hence from Verona art thou banished: Be patient, for the world is broad and wide.
*To smooth, in ancient language, is to stroke, to caress. ti. e. Is worse than the loss of ten thousand Tybalts. Common.
Rom. There is no world without Verona But purgatory, torture, hell itself. 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,
No sudden mean of death, though ne'er so
Fri. O, then I see that madmen have no ears. Rom. How should they, when that wise men have no eyes?
Rom. Not I; unless the breath of heart-sick groans, Mist-like, infold me from the search of eyes. [Knocking.
Fri. Hark, how they knock!-Who's there? -Romeo, arise;
Thou wilt be taken :-Stay a while stand up; [Knocking, Run to my study :-By and by:-God's will! What wilfulness is this?—I come, I come. [Knocking. Who knocks so hard? whence come you? what's your will?
Nurse. [Within.] Let me come in, and you shall know my errand; I come from lady Juliet. Fri.
Fri. Let me dispute with thee of thy estate. Rom. Thou canst not speak of what thou dost not feel:
Enter Nurse. Nurse. O holy friar, O, tell me, holy friar, Where is my lady's lord, where's Romeo? Fri. There on the ground, with his own tears made drunk.
Nurse. O, he is even in my mistress' case, Just in her case!
O woful sympathy!
Fri. Piteous predicament! Nurse. Even so lies she, Blubbering and weeping, weeping and blubbering :
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!
Wert thou as young as I, Juliet thy love,
And fall upon the ground, as I do now,
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 removed 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 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
In thee at once; which thou at once wouldst
Thy wit, that ornament to shape and love,
What, rouse thee, man! thy Juliet is alive,
Rom. Do so, and bid my sweet prepare to chide. [you, sir: 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 [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.
SCENE IV. A Room in Capulet's House. Enter CAPULET, Lady CAPULET, and PARIS.
Cap. Things have fallen out, sir, so unluckily, That we have had no time to move our daugh[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 desperateý tender
Of my child's love: I think, she will be ruled
O' Thursday let it be;-o' Thursday, tell her,
SCENE V. Juliet's Chamber.
Jul. Wilt thou be gone? it is not yet near
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 this.
Therefore stay yet, thou need'st not to be gone. |
Jul. It is, it is, hie hence, be gone, away;
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.
Jal. O God! I have an ill-divining soul: Methinks, 1 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
you: Dry sorrow drinks our blood. Adieu! adieu! [Exit ROMEO. Jul. O fortune, fortune! all men call thee fickle:
If thou art fickle, what dost thou with him
La. Cap. [Within.] Ho, daughter! are you
• Reflection of the moon. for musical composition.
Jul. Madam, I am not well. La. Cap. Evermore weeping for your cousin's death? [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 grief shows 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 Jul. Feeling so the loss, 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 murderer lives. [hands. Jul. Ay, madam, from the reach of these my 'Would, none but I might venge my cousin's death! [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 vex'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 abhort To hear him named,-and cannot come to him,
To wreak the love I bore my cousin Tybalt
But, now I'll tell thee joyful tidings, girl. [time:
Jul. And joy comes well in such a needful
One, who to put thee from thy heaviness,
He shall not make me there a joyful bride. I wonder at this haste; that I must wed
Division was the technical phrase A tune played to wake hunters, also a morning song to a woman the day after marriage.
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?
Sailing in this salt flood; the winds, thy sighs;
La. Cap. Ay, sir; but she will none, she gives you thanks.
I would the fool were married to her grave! Cup. Soft, take me with you, take me with you, wife. [thanks? How will she none? doth she not give us Is she not proud? doth she not count her bless'd, Unworthy as she is, that we have wrought So worthy a gentleman to be her bridegroom! Jul. Not proud, you have; but thankful, that you have: Proud can I never be of what I hate; But thankful even for hate, that is meant love. Cap. How now! how now, chop-logick! What is this? [not; Proud, and, I thank you,—and, I thank you And yet not proud;-Mistress minion, you Thank me no thankings, nor proud me no prouds, [next, But settle your fine joints 'gainst Thursday To go with Paris to Saint Peter's church, Or I will drag thee on a hurdle thither. Out, you green-sickness carrion! out, you You tallow face! [baggage!
La. Cap. Fie, fie! what are you mad? Jul.Good father, I beseech you on my knees, Hear me with patience but to speak a word. Cap. Hang thee, young baggage; disobedient [day,
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,
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. Thursday is near; lay hand on heart, advise : An you be mine, I'll give you to my friend; An you be not, hang, beg, starve, die i'ihe
For, by iny soul, I'll ne'er acknowledge thee,
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; How shall that faith return again to earth, Unless that husband send it me from heaven. By leaving earth ?-comfort me, counsel me.Alack, alack, that heaven should practise straUpon so soft a subject as myself!- [tagems What say'st thou ? hast thou not a word of joy? Some comfort, nurse.
'Faith, here 'tis : Romeo Is banish'd; and all the world to nothing, That be dares ne'er come back to challenge
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. Reshrew my very heart, 'I think you are happy in this second match,