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church door; but 'tis enough, 'twill serve: ask for me to-morrow, and you shall find me a grave man. pepper'd, I warrant, for this world : A plague o’both your houses !--Zounds, a dog, a rat, a mouse, a cat, to scratch a man to death' a braggart, a rogue, a villain, that fights by the book of arithmetic!-Why, the devil, came yon between us? I was hurt under your arm.

Rom. I thought all for the best.

Mer. Help me into some house, Benvolio,
Or I shall faint.--A plague o’both
They have made worm's meat of me:
I have it, and soundly too :-Your houses !

[Exeunt Mercutio and Benvolio.
Rom. This gentleman, the prince's near ally,
My very friend, hath got his mortal hurt
In my behalf; my reputation slain'd
With Tybalt's slander, Tybalt, that an hour
Hath been my kinsman:

-0 sweet Juliet, Thy beauty hath made me effeminate, And in my temper soften’d valour's steel.

Re-enter BENVOLIO.
Ben. O Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio's dead;
That gallant spirit hath aspir'd the clouds,
Which too untimely here did scorn the earth.

Rom. This day's black fate on more days doth depend; This but begins the woe, others must end.

Re-enter TYBALT.
Ben. Here comes the furious Tybalt back again.

Rom. Alive! in triumph! and Mercutio slain !
Away to heaven, respective lenily,
And fire-ey'd fury be my conduct now!
Now, Tybalt, take the villain back again,
That late thou gav'st me; for Mercutio's soul
Is but a little way above our heads,
Staying for thine to keep him company;
Either thou, or 1, or both, must go with him.

Tyb. Thou, wretched boy, that didst consort him Shalt with him hence.

[here, Rom.

This shall determine that.

[They fight; Tybalt falls.

Ben. Romeo, away, be gone!
The citizens are up, and Tybalt slain :
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?

[Exit Romeo. Enter Citizens, dc. 1 Cit. Which way ran he, that kill'd Mercutio? Tybalt, that murderer, which way ran he? Ben. There lies that Tybalt. 1 Cit.

Up, sir, go with me; I charge thee in the prince's name, obey. Enter PRINCE, attended; MONTAGUE, CAPULET,

their Wives, and others. Prince. Where are the vile beginners of this fray?

Ben. O noble prince, I can discover all The unlucky manage of this fatal brawl: There lies the man, slain by young Romco, That slew thy kinsman, brave Merculio.

Lady C. Tybalt, my cousin!-O my brother's child! Unhappy sight! ah me, the blood is spilld Of my dear kinsman Prince, as thou art true, For blood of ours, shed blood of Montague.O cousin, cousin!

Prince. Benvolio, who began this bloody fray?

Ben. Tybalt, here slain, whom Romeo's hand did slay; Romeo that spoke him fair, bade 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 at bold Mercutio's breast; Who, all as bot, turns deadly point to point, And, with a martial scorn, with one hand beats Cold death aside, and with the other sends It back to Tybalt, whose dexterity Retorts it: Romeo he cries aloud, Hold, friends! friends,part ! and, swifter llan his tongue

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His agile arm beats down their fatal points,
And 'iwixt them rushes; underneath whose arm
An envious thrust from Tybalt bit the life
Of stout 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, ere !
Could draw to part them, was stout Tybalt slain;
And as he fell, did Romeo turn and fly;
This is the truth, or let Benvolio die.

Ludy C. He is a kinsman to the Montague,
Affection makes him false, he speaks not true:
Some twenty of them fought in this black strise,
And all those twenty could but kill one life:
I beg for justice, which thou, prince, must give;
Romeo slew Tybalt, Romeo must not live.

Prince. Romeo slew him, he slew Mercatio;
Who now the price of his dear blood doth owe?

Mon. Not Romeo, prince, he was Mercutio's friend;
His fault concludes but, what the law should end,
The life of Tybalt.
Prince.

And, for that offence,
Immediately we do exile him hence:
I have an interest in your hates' proceeding;
My blood for your rude brawls doth lie a bleeding;
But I'll amerce you with so strong a fine,
Thal you shall all repent the loss of mine:
I will be deaf to pleading and excuses;
Nor tears, nor prayers, shall parchase out abuses,
Therefore use none : let Romeo hence in haste,
Else, when he's found, that hoor is his last.
Bear hence this body, and attend our will;
Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill. [Exeunt.
SCENE II. A Room in CAPULET's House.

Enter JULIET.
Jul. Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds,
Towards Phæbus' mansion; such a waggouer
As Phaeton would whip you to the west,
And bring in cloudy night immediately.--
Spread thy close corlain, lore-performing night!

That run-away's eyes may wink; and Romeo
Leap to these arms, untalk'd of, and unseen!
Lovers can see to do their amorous rites
By their own beauties : or, if love he blind,
It best agrees with night.- Come, civil night,
Thou sober-suited matron, all in black,
And learn me how to lose a winning match,
Play'd for a pair of stainless maidenhoods:
Hood my unmann'd 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
Whiter than new snow on a raven's back.-
Come, gentle night; come, loving, black-brow'd night,
Give me my Romeo: and, when he shall die,
Take him, and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine,
That all the world will be in love with night,
And

pay no worship to the garish sun.0, I have bought the mansion of a love, But not possess'd it; and, though I am sold, Not yet enjoy'd: So tedious is this day, As is the night before some festival To an impatient child, that hath new robes, And may not wear them. O, here comes my nurse,

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 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 kill'd, he's dead!

Jul. Cau heaven be so envious?
Nurse.

Romeo can,

Though heaven cannot:40 Romeo! Romeo! —
Who ever would have thought it?—Romeo!

Jul. What devil art thou, that dost torment me thus?
This torture should be roar'd in dismal hell.
Hath Romeo slain himself? say thou but I,
And that bare vowel I shall poison more
Than the death-darting eye of cockatrice :
I am not I, if there be such an 1;
Or those eyes shut, that make thee answer, 1.
If he be sláin, say—I; or if not, no:
Brief sounds determine of my weal, or woe.

Nurse. I saw the wound, I saw it with mine eyes,God save the mark!-here on bis manly breast: A piteous corse, a bloody piteous corse; Pale, pale as ashes, all bedawb'd in blood, All in gore blood; I swoonded at the sight.

Jul. O break, my heart!--poor bankrupt, break at
To prison, eyes! ne'er look on liberty! [once!
Vile earth, to earth resign; and motion here;
And thou, and Romeo, press one heavy bier!

Nurse. O Tybalt, Tybalt, the best friend I had !
O courteous Tybalt! honest gentleman!
That ever I should live to see thee dead!

Jul. What storm is this, that blows so contrary?
Is Romeo slaughter'd; and is Tybalt dead?
My dear-lov'd cousin, and my dearer lord ?
Then, dreadful trumpet, sound the general doom!
For who is living, if those two are gone?

Nurse. Tybalt is gone, and Romeo banished;
Romeo, that kill'd him, he is banished.

Jul. Ó God!—did Romeo's hand shed Tybalt's blood?
Nurse. It did, it did ; alas the day! it did.

Jul. O serpent heart, bid with a flow'ring face!
Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave?
Beautiful tyrant! fiend angelical!
Dove-feather'd raven! wolvish-ravening lamb!
Despised substance of divinest show!
Just opposite to wbat thou justly seem'st,
A damned saint, an honourable villain!
0, nature! what hadst thou to do in hell,
When thou didst bower the spirit of a fiend

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