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Rom. Courage,

Mer. No, 'tis pan, the hurt cannot be much.

fo deep as a Well, nor fo wide as a Church-door, but 'tis enough, 'twill ferve: Ask for me to Morrow, and you fhall find me a Grave-Man. I am pepper'd, I warrant, for, this World: A Plague of both your Houses. What? a Dog, á Rát, a Mouse, a Cat to scratch a Man to Death; a Braggait, a Rogue, a Villain, that fights by the Book of Arithmetick? Why the Devil came you be tween us? I was hurt under your Arm.

Rom. I thought all for the beft.

Mer. Help me into fome Houfe, Benvolio,
Or I fhall faint; a Plague o'both your Houses,
They have made Worms meat of me,

I have it, and foundly too your Houfes. (Ex. Mer. Ben,
Rom. This Gentleman, the Prince's near Allie,
My very Friend, hath got his mortal Hurt
In my behalf, my Reputation ftain'd
With Tybalt's Slander; Tybalt, that an Hour
Hath been my Coufin: O fweet 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 Spirit hath afpir'd the Clouds,
Which too untimely here did fcorn the Earth.

Rom. This Day's black Fate, on more Days does depend, This but begins the Woe, others muft end.

Enter Tybalt.

Ben. Here comes the furious Tybalt back again.
Rom. He gone in Triumph, and Mercutio flain?

Away to Heav'n refpective Lenity,

And Fire and Fury be my Condu& now:
Now, Tybalt, take the Villain back again,

That late thou gav'ft me; for Mercutio's Soul
Is but a little way above our Heads,
Staying for thine to keep him Company:
Either thou or I, or both muft go with him.

Tyb. Thou wretched Boy, that didft confort him here, Shalt with him hence.

Rom. This fhall determine that. [They fight, Tybalt falls.

Ben.

Ben. Romeo, away, be gone:

The Citizens are up, and Tybalt flain

Stand not amaz❜d, the Prince will doom thee Death,
If thou art taken: Hence, be gone, away.
Rom. O! I am Fortune's Fool.

Ben, Why dost thou stay?

Enter Citizens.

[Exit Romeo.

Cit. Which way ran he that kill'd Mercutio?
Tybalt that Murtherer, which way ran he?
Ben. There lyes that Tybalt.

Cit. Up Sir, go with me:

I charge thee in the Prince's Name obey.

Enter Prince, Mountague, Capulet, their Wives, &c.
Prin. Where are the vile beginners of this Fray?
Ben. O Noble Prince I can discover all
The unlucky manage of this fatal Braul:
There lies the Man flain by young Romeo,
That flew thy Kinfman brave Mercutio.

La. Cap. Tybalt my Coufin! O my Brother's Child,
O Prince, O Coufin, Husband, O the Blood is fpill'd,
Of my dear Kinfman-Prince, as thou art true,
For Blood of ours, fhed Blood of Mountague.
O Coufin, Coufin.

Prin. Benvolio, who began this Fray?

Ben. Tybalt here Slain, whom Romeo's hand did Slay:
Romeo that fpoke him fair, bid him bethink

How nice the Quarrel was, and urg'd withal
Your high Displeasure: All this uttered,

With gentle Breath, calm Look, Knees humbly bow'd, |
Could not take Truce with the unruly Spleen
Of Tybalt, deaf to Peace, but that he tilts
With piercing Steel ás bold Mercutio's Breaft,
Who all as hot, turns deadly Point to Point,
And with a martial Scorn, with one hand beats
Cold Death afide, and with the other fends
It back to Tybalt, whofe Dexterity

Retorts it: Romeo he cries aloud,

Hold Friends, Friends part, and fwifter than his Tongue,
His able Arm beats down their fatal Points,

And twixt them ruftics, underneath whofe Arm,

An envious thruft from Tybalt, hit the Life

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Of ftout Mercutio, and then Tybalt fled.
But by and by comes back to Romeo,
Who had but newly entertain'd Revenge,
And to't they go like Lightning, for e'er I
Could draw to part them, was ftout Tybalt flain;
And as he fell, did Romeo turn to Fly:
This is the Truth, or let Benvolio die.

La. Cap. He is a Kinfman to the Mountagues,
Affection makes him falfe, he speaks not true.
Some twenty of them fought in this black firife,
And all thofe twenty could but kill one Life.
I beg for Juftice, which thou Prnice must give:
Romeo flew Tybalt, Romeo muft not Live.

Prin. Romeo flew him, he flew Mercutio,
Who now the Price of his dear Blood doth owe.
La. Cap. Not Romeo, Prince, he was Mercutio's Friend,
His Fault concludes but what the Law should end,
The Life of Tybalt.

Prin. And for that Offence,
Immediately we do Exile him hence:

I have an Intereft in your Hearts Proceeding,
My Blood for your rude Brawls doth lye a Bleeding.
But I'll amerce you with fo ftrong a Fine,
That you fhall all Repent the lofs of mine.
I will be deaf to Pleading and Excufes,

Nor Tears, nor Prayers fhall purchase our abuses,
Therefore ufe none; let Romeo hence in hafte,
Elfe when he is found, that Hour is his laft.
Bear hence this Body, and attend our Will:

Mercy but Murthers, pardoning thofe that Kill. [Exeunt,

SCENE II.

An Apartment in Capulet's House.
Enter Juliet alone.

Jul. Gallop apace, you fiery-footed Steeds,
Toward Phebus lodging, fuch a Waggoner
As Phaeton would whip you to the Weft,
And bring in cloudy Night immediately.

Spread

Spread thy clofe Curtain, Love-performing night,
That run-aways Eyes may wink, and Romeo
Leap to thefe Arms, untalkt of and unfeen.
Lovers can fee to do their Amorous Rites,
By their own Beauties: Or if Love be blind,
It beft agrees with Night; Come civil Night,
Thou fober-futed Matron, all in black,
And learn me how to lofe a winning Match,
Plaid for a pair of stainless Maidenheads,
Hood my unmann'd Blood baiting in my Cheeks,
With thy black Mantle, 'till ftrange Love grown bold,
Thinks true Love acted fimple Modefty:

Come Night, come Romeo, come thou Day in Night,
For thou wilt lye upon the Wings of Night,
Whiter than new Snow on a Raven's back:
Come gentle Night, come loving black-brow'd Night,
Give me my Romeo, and when I fhall die,
Take him and cut him out in little Stars,

And he will make the Face of Heav'n fo fine,
That all the World will be in love with Night,
And pay no Worship to the Garish Sun,
OI have bought the Mansion of a Love,
But not poffefs'd it, and though I am fold,
Not yet enjoy'd; fo tedious is this Day,
As is the Night before fome Feftival,
To an impatient Child that hath new Robes,
And may not wear them. O here comes my Nurfe!
Enter Nurfe with Cords.

And she brings News, and every Tongue that speaks
But Romeo's Name, fpeaks Heav'nly Eloquence;
Now Nurfe, what News? What haft thou there?
The Cords that Romeo bid thee fetch?

Nur. Ay, ay, the Cords.

Jul. Ay me, what News? Why doft thou wring thy Hands?

Nur. A welady he's dead, he's dead,

We are undone, Lady, we are undone-
Alack the Day he's gone, he's kill'd, he's dead.
Jul. Can Heav'n be so envious?

Nur. Romeo can,

Though Heav'n cannot. O Romeo! Romeo!

Who

Who ever would have thought it, Romeo?

Jul. What Devil art thou, that doft torment me thus?
This Torture fhould be roar'd in difmal Hell.
Hath Romeo flain himself? Say thou but Ay;
And that bare Vowel Ay, fhall poifon more
That the Death-darting Eye of Cockatrice:
I am not I, if there be fuch an Ay,

Or those Eyes shot that makes the answer Ay,
If he be flain fay Ay, or if not, No.
Brief Sounds determine of my weal or woe.
Nur. I faw the Wound, I faw it with mine Eyes,
God fave the Mark, here on his manly Breaft.
A piteous Coarfe, a bloody piteous Coarfe;
Pale, pale as Ashes, all bedawb'd in Blood,
All in gore Blood, I fwooned at the fight.
Jul. O break my Heart-

Poor Bankrupt break at once;

To prifon Eyes, ne'er look on Liberty,
Vile Earth to Earth refign, end motion here,
And thou and Romeo prefs one heavy Bier.
Nur. O Tybalt, Tybalt, the best Friend I had:
O courteous Tybalt, honest Gentleman,
That ever I fhould live to fee thee Dead.

Jul. What Storm is this that blows fo contrary?
Is Romeo flaughter'd? and is Tybalt dead?
My deareft Coufin, and my dearer Lord?
The dreadful Trumpet found the general Doom,
For who is living, if thofe two are gone?
Nur. Tybalt is gone, and Romeo banished,
Romeo that kill'd him, he is banished.
Jul. O God!

Did Romeo's Hand fhed Tybalt's Blood?

Nur. It did, it did, alas the day! it did.
Jul. O Serpent Heart, hid with a flowring Face,
Did ever Dragon keep fo fair a Cave?
Beautiful Tyrant, Fiend Angelical,

Ravenous Dove, feather'd Raven,
Wolvish-ravening Lamb,

Defpifed Subftance of Divineft Show:
Juft oppofite to what thou juftly feem'ft,

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