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With piercing steel at bold Mercutio's breast;
La. Cap. He is a kinsman to the Montague.
Prin. Romeo slew him, he slew Mercutio ;
And, for that offence,
you shall all repent the loss of mine.
Bear hence this body, and attend our will;
SCENE II. A Room in Capulet's House.
Jul. Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds, Towards Phoebus' mansion ; such a wagoner As Phaeton would whip you to the west, And bring in cloudy night immediately. Spread thy close curtain, love-performing night! That runaway's eyes may wink ;3 and Romeo Leap to these arms, untalked of, and unseen Lovers can see to do their amorous rites By their own beauties; or, if love be blind, It best agrees with night.-Come, civil 4 night, .Thou sober-suited matron, all in black, And learn me how to lose a winning match, Played for a pair of stainless maidenhoods; Hood my unmanned blood bating in my cheeks, With thy black mantle; till strange love, grown bold, Think true love acted, simple modesty. Come, night!-Come, Romeo! come, thou day in
night! For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night
1 The sentiment here enforced is different from that found in the first edition, 1597. There the prince concludes his speech with these words :
« Pity shall dwell, and govern with us still ;
Mercy to all but murderers,-pardoning none that kill.” 2 Here ends this speech in the original quarto. The rest of the scene has likewise received considerable alterations and additions.
3 i. e. that the eyes of prying persons, who run away as soon as observed, may wink, i. e. see imperfectly. Much ingenious criticism has been bestowed in endeavoring to explain this passage. The runaway has been supposed to refer to the sun, to night, to Juliet, to Romeo, and to Fame. There is most probably some typographical error in the lines.
4 Civil is grave, solemn.
5 These are terms of falconry. An unmanned hawk is one that is not brought to endure company. Bating is Auttering or beating the wings as striving to fly away.
Whiter than new snow upon a raven's back.-
Enter Nurse, with cords. And she brings news; and every tongue, that speaks But Romeo's name, speaks heavenly eloquence. Now, nurse, what news?
what news? What hast thou there? the
cords That Romeo bade thee fetch ? Nurse.
Ay, ay, the cords.
[Throws them down. Jul. Ah me! what news? why dost thou wring thy
hands? Nurse. Ah, well-a-day! he's dead, he's dead, he's
dead! We are undone, lady, we are undone ! Alack the day!-he's gone, he's killed, he's dead !
Jul. Can Heaven be so envious ?
Jul. What devil art thou, that dost torment me thus ?
1 In Shakspeare's time, the affirmative particle ay was usually written I; and here it is necessary to retain the old spelling.
Than the death-darting eye of cockatrice :
Nurse. I saw the wound, I saw it with mine eyes, -
Jul. O, break, my heart !- poor bankrupt, break at
To prison, eyes! ne'er look on liberty!
Nurse. O Tybalt, Tybalt, the best friend I had !
Jul. What storm is this, that blows so contrary
Nurse. Tybalt is gone, and Romeo banished;
I See Othello, Act i. Sc. l.
In mortal paradise of such sweet flesh?
There's no trust,
Blistered 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 honor may be crowned Sole monarch of the universal earth. 0, what a beast was 1 to chide at him ! Nurse. Will you speak well of him that killed your
cousin ? Jul. Shall I speak ill of him that is my husband? Ah, poor my lord, what tongue shall smooth thy name, When I, thy three-hours wife, have mangled it? But wherefore, villain, didst thou kill my cousin ? That villain cousin would have killed my husband. Back, foolish tears, back to your native spring; Your tributary drops belong to woe, Which you, mistaking, offer up to joy. My hushand lives, that Tybalt would have slain ; And Tybalt's dead, that would have slain my husband. All this is comfort. Wherefore weep I, then ? Some word there was, worser than Tybalt's death, That murdered me; I would forget it fain ; But, O! it presses to my memory, Like damned, guilty deeds to sinners' minds. Tybalt is dead, and Romeo-banished; That-banished, that one
word—banished, Hath slain ten thousand Tybalts. Tybalt's death
1 To smooth is to flatter, to speak fair ; it is here metaphorically used for to mitigate or assuage the asperity of censure with which Romeo's name would be now mentioned.
2 i. e. is worse than the loss of ten thousand Tybalts.