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Cold death aside, and with the other sends
Retorts it : Romeo, he cries aloud, Hold, friends, friends, part 1 and, swifter than his tongue,
His agile arm beats down their fatal points,
Enter JULIET alone.
Jul. Gallop apace, you fiery footed steeds, To Phoebus' mansion; such a waggoner As Phaeton, would whip you to the west, And bring in cloudy night immediately. Spread thy close curtain, love performing night, That the run-away's eyes may wink; and Romeo Leap to these arms, untalk'd of, and unseen, Come night, come Romeo | Come thou day in night ! For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night, Whiter than snow upon the raven's back : Give me my Romeo, night, and when he dies, 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. Oh, here comes my Nurse;
And she brings news, and every tongue that speaks
This torture should be roar'd in dismal hell.
Nurse. Will you speak well of him, that kill'd 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? Back, foolish tears, back to your native spring: Your tributary drops belong to woe, Which you mistaking, offer up to joy. My husband lives, that Tibalt would have slain, And Tibalt's dead, that would have kill'd my husband ; All this is comfort; wherefore weep I then Some word there was worser than Tibalt's death, That murder'd me ; I would forget it fain, But, oh, it presses to my memory, Like damned guilty deeds to sinners' minds; Tibalt is dead, and Romeo banished. That banished, that one word banished, Hath slain ten thousand Tibalts. In that word Is father, mother, Tibalt, Romeo, Juliet, All slain, all dead! Where is my father, and my mother, Nurse? Nurse. Weeping and wailing over Tibalt's corse: Will you go to them I will bring you thither. Jul. Wash they his wounds with tears my eyes shall flow, When theirs are dry, for Romeo's banishment. Nurse. I'll find Romeo, To comfort you, I wot well where he is ; He is hid at Lawrence’ cell. Jul. Oh find him, give this ring to my true lord, ...And bid him come to take his last farewell. [Ereunt.
scENE 111. The Monastery.
Enter FRIAR LAw RENCE and Roy Eo.
Fri. Romeo, come forth ; come forth, thou fearful In all. Affliction is enamour'd of thy parts; And thou art wedded to calamity. Rom. Father, what news what is the Prince's doom * z What sorrow craves acquaintance at my hand, That I yet know not : Fri. Too familiar Is my dear son with such sour company. I bring thee tidings of the Prince's doom. Rom. What less than death can be the Prince's doom * Fri. A gentler judgment vanish'd from his lips; Not body's death, but body's banishment. Rom. Ha! banishment be merciful, say, death; For exile hath more ter, or in his look, Much more than death : Do not say, banishment; "Tis death mis-term'd : calling death banishment, Thou cutt'st my head off, with a golden axe, And smil'st 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 push'd aside the law, And turn'd that black word, death, to banishment. This is dear mercy, and thou seest it not. Rom. "Tis torture, and not mercy : Heav'n is here, Where Juliet lives. There's more felicity