Pet. Anon?
Nurfe. Peter, take my fan, and go before.

SCENE

V.

Nurse. Now, afore God, I am fo vext, that every part about me quivers. Scurvy knave!Pray you, fir, a word: and, as I told you, my young lady bade me enquire you out; what fhe bade me fay, I will keep to myself: but first let 5 me tell ye, if ye fhould lead her into a fool's paradife, as they say, it were a very grofs kind of behaviour, as they fay: for the gentlewoman is young; and, therefore, if you should deal double with her, truly, it were an ill thing to be offered to in half an hour she promis'd to return. to any gentlewoman, and very weak dealing.

Rom. Nurse, commend me to thy lady and mistrefs. I proteft unto thee,

Nurfe. Good heart! and, i' faith, I will tell her as much: Lord, lord, fhe will be a joyful

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Capulet's Garden.
Enter Juliet.

[Excunt.

Jul. The clock ftruck nine, when I did fend the nurse;

Perchance, the cannot meet him :—that's not fo
O, fhe is lame! love's heralds should be thoughts,
Which ten times fafter glide than the fun's beams,
Driving back shadows over lowring hills:
Therefore do nimble-pinion'd doves draw love,
And therefore hath the wind-swift Cupid wings.
Now is the fun upon the highmost hill

Of this day's journey; and from nine till twelve
Is three long hours,-yet she is not come.
20 Had fhe affections, and warm youthful blood,
She'd be as fwift in motion as a ball;

My words would bandy her to my sweet love,
And his to me:

But old folks, many feign as they were dead:
25 Unwieldy, flow, heavy and pale as lead.
Enter Nurse, with Peter.

Nurfe. Is your man fecret? Did you ne'er hear 40 fay

Two may keep counfel, putting one away?

Rom. 1 warrant thee; my man's as true as steel. Nurfe. Well, fir; my miftrefs is the fweeteft lady-Lord, lord!-when 'twas a little prating thing,O,-there's a nobleman in town, one Paris, that would fain lay knife aboard; but the,| good foul, had as lieve fee a toad, a very toad, as fee him. I anger her fometimes, and tell her that Paris is the properer man; but, I'll warrant you, 5c when I fay fo, the looks as pale as any clout in the varfal world. Doth not rofemary and Romeo begin both with a letter?

Rom. Ay, nurfe; What of that? both with an R.
Nurfe. Ali, mocker! that's the dog's name. 55
R is for the dog. No; I know it begins with
fome other letter: and the hath the prettiest fen-
tentious of it, of you and rosemary, that it would
do you good to hear it.

Rom. Commend me to thy lady.
Nurfe. Ay, a thousand times.-Peter!

O God, fhe comes!-O honey nurse, what news?
Haft thou met with him? Send thy man away.
Nurfe. Peter, stay at the gate.
[Exit Par
Jul. Now, good sweet nurse,—O lord! why
look'ft thou fad?

Though news be fad, yet tell them merrily;
If good, thou fham'ft the mufick of fweet news
By playing it to me with fo four a face.

Nurfe. I am aweary, give me leave a while;Fie, how my bones ache! What a jaunt have I had!

[news: Jul. I would, thou hadst my bones, and I thy Nay, come, I pray thee, speak ;-good, good nurse,

speak.

Nurfe. What hafte? can you not stay a while? Do you not fee, that I am out of breath?

Jul. How art thou out of breath, when thou

haft breath

To fay to me-that thou art out of breath?
The excufe, that thou doft make in this delay,
Is longer than the tale thou doft excuse.
Is thy news good, or bad? anfwer to that;
Say either, and I'll stay the circumstance:
Let me be satisfied; Is't good or bad?

Nurfe. Well, you have made a fimple choice; you know not how to chufe a man: Romeo! no, not he; though his face be better than any man's, yet his leg excels all men's; and for a hand, and a foot, and a body,—though they be not to be talk'd on, yet they are paft compare: He is not the flower of courtefy, but, I'll warrant him, as gentle as a lamb.-Go thy ways, wench; ferve God:What, have you din'd at home?

[Exit. 60 Jul. No, no: But all this I did know before; What fays he of our marriage? what of that?

Like ftairs of rope in the tackle of a fhip. maft of a ship.

2 The top-gallant is the highest extremity of the

Νατά

Nurfe. Lord, how my head akes! what a head
have I ?

It beats as it would fall in twenty pieces.
My back o' the other fide,-O, my back, my
back!-

Befhrew your heart, for fending me about,
To catch my death with jaunting up and down!
Jul. I' faith, I am forry that thou art not well:
Sweet, fweet, fweet nurse, tell me what fays my
love?

Nurfe. Your love says like an honest gentleman,
And a courteous, and a kind, and a handsome, and
I warrant, a virtuous :-Where is your mother?

Jul. Where is my mother?-why, the is within;
Where should the be? How oddly thou reply'ft?
Your love fays like an boneft gentleman,—
Where is your mother?

Nurfe. O, God's lady dear!

Are you fo hot? Marry, come up, I trow;
Is this the poultice for my aking bones?
Henceforward do your meffages yourself.
Jul. Here's fuch a coil;-Come, what fays
Romeo?

Nurfe. Have you got leave to go to shrift to-day
Jul. I have.

That after-hours with forrow chide us not!
Rem. Amen, amen! but come what forrow can,
It cannot countervail the exchange of joy
That one fhort minute gives me in her fight:
5 Do thou but close our hands with holy words,
Then love-devouring death do what he dare,
It is enough I may but call her mine.

Friar. Thefe violent delights have violent ends, And in their triumph die; like fire, and powder, 10 Which, as they kifs, confume: The sweetest honey

Is loathfome in his own deliciousness,
And in the tafte confounds the appetite:
Therefore, love moderately; long love doth fo;
15 Too fwift arrives as tardy as too flow.
Enter Juliet.

Here comes the lady :-O, fo light a foot
Will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint:
A lover may bestride the goffamour'
20 That idles in the wanton fummer air,
And yet not fall; fo light is vanity.
Jul. Good even to my ghoftly confeffor.
Friar. Romeo fhall thank thee, daughter, for
[much,
Jul. As much to him, elfe are his thanks too
Rom. Ah, Juliet, if the measure of thy joy

[cell, 25

Nurfe. Then hie you hence to friar Lawrence'
There stays a husband to make you a wife:
Now comes the wanton blood up in your cheeks,
They'll be in fcarlet straight at any news.
Hie you to church; I must another way,
To fetch a ladder, by the which your love
Muft climb a bird's neft foon, when it is dark :
I am the drudge, and toil in your delight;
But you fhall bear the burden foon at night,
Go, I'll to dinner; hie you to the cell.
Jul. Hie to high fortune !-honeft nurse, fare-
wel.

[Exeunt.

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us both.

Be heap'd like mine, and that thy skill be more
To blazon it, then sweeten with thy breath
This neighbour air, and let rich mufick's tongue
Unfold the imagin'd happiness that both
Receive in either by this dear encounter.

Jul. Conceit, more rich in matter than in words,
Brags of his fubftance, not of ornament:
They are but beggars that can count their worth;
But my true love is grown to fuch excefs,

I cannot fum up half my sum of wealth.

Friar. Come, come with me, and we will make short work;

For, by your leaves, you shall not stay alone, 40 Till holy church incorporate two in one.

Friar. So fmile the heavens upon this holy act,|

[Exeunt.

SCENE I.

A Street.

ACT III.

55

Mer. Thou art like one of thofe fellows, that, when he enters the confines of a tavern, claps me his fword upon the table, and says, God fend me n60 need of thee! and, by the operation of the fecond cup, draws it on the drawer, when, indeed, there is no need.

Ben. Am I like fuch a fellow?

Mer. Come, come, thou art as hot a Jack in thy mood as any in Italy; and as foon mov'd ta be moody, and as foon moody to be mov'd. Ben. And what too?

Mer. Nay, an there were two fuch, we should have none fhortly, for one would kill the other, Thou! why thou wilt quarrel with a man that hath a hair more or a hair lefs, in his beard, than thou haft. Thou wilt quarrel with a man for cracking nuts, having no other reafon but becaufe thou haft hazel eyes; what eye, but fuch an eye, would fpy out fuch a quarrel? Thy head is as full of quarrels, as an egg is full of meat;

and yet thy head hath been beaten as addle as an egg, for quarrelling. Thou hast quarrell'd with a man for coughing in the ftreet, because he hath waken'd thy dog that hath lain afleep in the fun. Didft thou not fall out with a taylor for wearing his new doublet before Eafter? with another, for tying his new fhoes with old ribband? and yet thou wilt tutor me for quarreling!

Ben. An I were fo apt to quarrel as thou art, any man should buy the fee-fimple of my life for an hour and a quarter.

Mer. The fee-fimple? O fimple!

Enter Tybalt, and others.

Ben. By my head, here come the Capulets.
Mer. By my heel, I care not.

Tyb. Follow me clofe, for I will fpeak to them.-|
Gentlemen, good den: a word with one of you.
Mer. And but one word with one of us?
Couple it with fomething; make it a word and a
blow.

Tyb. You fhall find me apt enough to that, fir, if you will give me occafion.

Mer. Could you not take fome occafion without giving?

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your nine lives; that I mean to make bold withal,
and, as you fhall ufe me hereafter, dry-beat the
reft of the eight. Will you pluck your fword
out of his pilcher 2 by the ears? make hafte, les
mine be about your ears ere it be out.
Tyb. I am for you.

[Drawing.
Rem. Gentle Mercutio, put thy rapier up.
Mer. Come, fir, your paffado. [They fight.
Rom. Draw, Benvolio;

10 Beat down their weapons:-Gentlemen, for fhame
Forbear this outrage;-Tybalt-Mercutio-
The prince exprefsly hath forbid this bandying
In Verona streets :-hold, Tybalt ;-good Mercu
tio.
[Exit Tybalt.

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Ben. What, art thou hurt? Mer. Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch; marry, 'tis 2c Where is my page ?-go, villain, fetch a furgeon. [Exit Page.

Tyb. Mercutio, thou confort'ft with Romeo,-25 Mer. Confort! what, doft thou make us minftrels an thou make minstrels of us, look to hear nothing but difcords: here's my fiddleftick; here's that shall make you dance. 'Zounds, confort!

Ben. We talk here in the public haunt of men:
Either withdraw into fome private place,
Or reafon coldly of your grievances,

Or else depart; here all eyes gaze on us.
Mer. Men's eyes were made to look, and let
them gaze;

I will not budge for no man's pleasure, I.
Enter Romeo.

Tyb. Well, peace be with you, fir! here comes
[livery:

my man.

Rem. Courage, man; the hurt cannot be much. Mer. No, 'tis not fo deep as a well, nor fo wide as a church door; but 'tis enough; 'twill serve: afk for me to-morrow, and you shall find me a grave man. I am pepper'd, I warrant, for this world.-A plague o' both your houses! What! 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 30 of arithmetick !---Why, the devil, came you between us? I was hurt under your arm. Rom. I thought all for the beft.

Mer. Help me into some house, Benvolio, Or I fhall faint.-A plague o' both your houses! 35 They have made worm's meat of me :

Mer. But I'll be hang'd, fir, if he wear your 40
Marry, go firit to field, he'll be your follower;
Your worship, in that fenfe, may call him-man.
Tyb. Romeo, the hate I bear thee, can afford
No better term than this-Thou art a villain.
Rom. Tybalt, the reason that I have to love thee 45
Doth much excufe the appertaining rage
To fuch a greeting:-Villain, I am none;
Therefore farewel; I fee thou know'ft me not.
Tyb. Boy, this fhall not excufe the injuries
That thou haft done me; therefore turn and draw.
Rom. I do protest, I never injur'd thee;
But love thee better than thou canst devise,
'Till thou fhalt know the reafon of my love:
And fo, good Capulet,-which name I tender
As dearly as my own, be fatisfied.

Mer. O calm, dishonourable, vile fubmiffion!
A la ftoccata carries it away.-

Tybalt, you rat-catcher, will you walk?
Tyb. What wouldst thou have with me?

I have it, and foundly too :---Your houses!
[Exeunt Mercutio, and Beroclin.
Rom. This gentleman, the prince's near ally,
My very friend, hath got his mortal hurt
in my behalf; my reputation ftain'd
With Tybalt's flander, Tybalt, that an hour
Hath been my kinfman :---O fweet Juliet,
Thy beauty hath made me effeminate,
And in my temper foften'd valour's steel.

Re-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.
Rem. This day's black fate on more days doth
depend 3;

This but begins the woe, others must end.
Re-enter Tybalt.

Ben. Here comes the furious Tybalt back again.
Rem. Alive in triumph! and Mercutio flain!

55 Away to heaven, refpective lenity,

And fire-ey'd fury be my conduct now !---
Now, Tybalt, take the villain back again,
That late thou gav'ft me; for Mercutio's foul
Is but a little way above our heads,

Mer. Good king of cats, nothing, but one of 6c Staying for thine to keep him company;

Stoccata is the Italian term for a thrust or ftab with a rapier. 2 Dr. Warburton fays, we fhould read filche, which fignifies a cloke or coat of fkins, meaning the fcabbard. 3 i. e. This day's unhappy deftiny bangs over the days yet to come. There will yet be more mischief.

Or

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

This is the truth, or let Benvolio die.

La. Cap. He is a kinfman to the Montague, Affecion makes him falfe, he speaks not true: Some twenty of them fought in this black ftrife, [They fight. Tybalt falls. 5 And all those twenty could but kill one life:

Rom. This shall determine that.

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, &c.

[Exit Romeo.

Cit. Which way ran he that kill'd Mercutio? Tybalt, that murderer, which way ran he?

Ben. There lies that Tybalt.

Cit. Up, fir, go with me;

I charge thee in the prince's name, obey.
Enter Prince, Montague, 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 brawl:
There lies the man, flain by young Romeo,
That flew thy kinfinan, brave Mercutio.

La. Cap. Tybalt, my coufinO my bro-
ther's child!-

O prince '---O husband !---O, the blood is fpill'd
Of my dear kinfman!---Prince, as thou art true 2,
For blood of ours, fhed blood of Montague.---
O coufin, cousin !

Prin. Benvolio, who began this bloody fray?
Ben. Tybalt, here flain, whom Romeo's hand
did flay;

Romeo that spoke him fair, bid him bethink
How nice 3 the quarrel was, and urg'd withal
Your high difpleasure: all this---utter'd

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 hot, turns deadly point to point,
And, with a martial fcorn, 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 agile arm beats down their fatal points,
And 'twixt them rufhes; underneath whofe arın
An envious thruft from Tybalt hit the life
Of tout Mercutio, and then Tybalt fied:
But by and by comes back to Romeo,
Who had but newly entertain'd revenge,
And to't they go like lightning; for, ere I

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I beg for juftice, which thou, prince, 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. Mon. Not Romeo, prince, he was Mer-
cutio's friend;

His fault concludes but what the law should end,
The life of Tybalt.

Prin. And, for that offence,

15 Immediately we do exile him hence:

I have an intereft in your hates' proceeding, My blood for your rude brawls doth lie a-bleeding; But I'll amerce you with so strong a fine, That you fhall all repent the lofs of mine: 20I will be deaf to pleading and excufes; Nor tears, nor prayers, fhall purchase out abuses, Therefore ufe none : let Romeo hence in haste, Elfe, when he's found, that hour is his laft. Bear hence is body, and attend our will: 25 Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill. [Excunt.

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SCENE II.

An Apartment in Capulet's House.
Enter Juliet.

Jul. Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds,
Towards Phoebus' mansion; fuch a waggoner
As Phaeton would whip you to the west,
35 And bring in cloudy night immediately.
Spread thy clofe curtain, love-performing night!
That run-away's eyes may wink+; and Romeo
Leap to thefe arms, untalk'd of, and unfeen!---
Lovers can fee to do their amorous rites

40 By their own beauties: or, if love be blind,
It beft agrees with night.---Come, civil 5 night,
Thou fober-fuited matron, all in black,
And learn me how to lofe a winning match,
Play'd for a pair of ftainless maidenhoods:
45 Hood my unmann'd blood baiting in my cheeks,
With thy black mantle; 'till ftrange love grown

bold,

Thinks true love acted, fimple modefty. [night! Come, night!-Come, Romeo! come, thou day in 50 For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night Whiter than new fnow on a raven's back.--Come, gentle night; come, loving, black-brow'd night,

Give me my Romeo: and when he shall die,

Could draw to part them, was ftout Tybalt flain ;55 Take him and cut him out in little stars,

And, as he fell, did Romeo turn and fly:

And he will make the face of heaven fo fine,

I I am always running in the way of evil fortune, like the fool in the play. 2 i. e. as thou art juft and upright. 3 how flight, how unimportant, how petty. 4 Juliet would have night's darkness obfcure the great eye of the day, the fun; whom confidering in a poetical light as Phalus, drawn in his car with fiery footed steeds, and p fting through the heavens, the very properly calls him, with regard to the fwiftnefs of his courfe, the run-away. 5 Civil is grave, decently folemn. 6 Thefe are terms of falconry. An unmanned hawk is one that is not brought to endure company. Bating is fluttering with the wings as ftriving to fly away.

3 R 4

That

That all the world shall be in love with night,
And pay no worship to the garish sun.-—
O, I have bought the manfion of a love,
But not poffefs'd it; and, though I am sold,
Not yet enjoy'd: So 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 nurse,

Enter Nurfe, with cords.

And she brings news; and every tongue, that speaks
But Romeo's name, speaks heavenly eloquence.-
Now, nurse, what news? What haft thou there?
the cords,

That Romeo bid thee fetch?

Nurfe. Ay, ay, the cords.

ful. Ay me! what news? why doft thou wring
thy hands?
[dead!

Nurfe. Ahwell-a-day! he's dead, he's dead, he's
We are undone, lady, we are undone !-
Alack the day!-he's gone, he's kill'd, he's dead!
Jul. Can heaven be fo envious?
Nurse. Romeo/can,

Though heaven cannot:-O Rome

Romeo!

Who ever would have thought it?-Romeo!
Jul. What devil art thou, that doft torment
me thus ?

This torture should be roar'd in difmal hell.
Hath Romeo flain himself? fay thou but I,
And that bare vowel I fhall poison more
Than the death-darting eye of cockatrice:
I am not I, if there be fuch an I;

Or thofe eyes fhut, that make thee answer, I.
If he be flain fay-I; or if not, no:
Brief founds determine of my weal, or woe.
Nurfe. I faw the wound, I faw it with mine
eyes,-

God fave the mark !-here on his manly breast:
A piteous corfe, a bloody piteous corse;
Pale, pale as afhes, all bedaub'd in blood,
All in gore blood:-I fownded 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!
Nurje. O Tybalt, Tybalt, the best friend I had!
O courteous Tybalt! honeft gentleman!
That ever I fhould live to fee thee dead!

Jul. What ftorm is this that blows fo contrary
Is Romeo flaughter'd? and is Tybalt dead?
My dear-lov'd coufin, and my dearer lord ?-
Then, dreadful trumpet, found the general doom!
For who is living if those two are gone?

Nurfe. Tybalt is gone, and Romeo banish'd;
Romeo, that kill'd him, he is banish'd.

Jul. O God!-did Romeo's hand fhed Tybalt's

blood?

Nurfe. It did, it did; alas the day! it did.

Shame come to Romeo!

Jul. Blifter'd be thy tongue,

20 For fuch a wish! he was not born to fhame: Upon his brow fhame is afham'd to fit;

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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!

Nurfe. Will you fpeak 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,

30 When I, thy three-hours wife, have mangled it ?---
But, wherefore, villain, didst thou kill my cousin?
That villain cousin would have kill'd my husband;
Back, foolish tears, back to your native spring;
Your tributary drops belong to woe,

35 Which you, mistaking, offer up to joy.

My husband lives, that Tybalt would have flain;
And Tybalt dead,that would have flain my husband:
All this is comfort; Wherefore weep I then?
Some word there was, worfer than Tybalt's death,
40 That murder'd me: I would forget it fain;
But, O! it preffes to my memory,

Like damned guilty deeds to finners' minds:
Tybalt is dead, and Romev---banished ;
That---banished, that one word---banished,

45 Hath flain ten thousand Tybalts 3. Tybalt's death
Was woe enough, if it had ended there :
Or,---if four woe delights in fellowship,
And needly will be rank'd with other griefs,---
50Thy father, or thy mother, nay, or both,
Why follow'd not, when she said---Tybalt's dead,
Which modern lamentation might have mov'd ?
But, with a rear-ward following Tybalt's death,
Romeo is banished,---to speak that word,

Is father, mother, Tybalt, Romeo, Juliet,
55 All flain, all dead :- -Romeo is banisbed,—
There is no end, no limit, measure, bound,
In that word's death; no words can that woe
found.---

Where is my father, and my mother, nurse?

Jul. O ferpent heart, hid with a flow'ring face! 60 Nurse. Weeping aad wailing over Tybalt's corfe: Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave?

Garifh is gaudy, showy.

Will you go to them? I will bring you thither.

2 In our author's time, the affirmative adverb ay was generally written I: and by this means it both becomes a vowel, and answers in found to eye, upon which the conceit turns in the fecond line. 3 Hath put Tybalt out of my mind, as if out of being.

Jul.