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Why dost thou stay?
[Exit ROMEO. Enter Citizens , &c. 1 Cit. Which way ran he, that kill'd Mercutio? Tybalt, that murderer, which way ran he?
Ben. There lies that Tybalt. 1 Cit.
go with me; I charge thee in the prince's name,
obey. Enter Prince, attended; MONTAGUE, CAPULET, their Wives,
Ben. O noble prince! I can discover all
La. Cap. Tybalt, my cousin ! O my brother's child!
Prince, as thou art true,
Prin. 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 hot, turps 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, swister than his tongue, His agile arm beats down their fatal points,
And 'twixt them rushes; underneath whose arm,
La. Cap. He is a kinsman to the Montague;
Prin. Romeo slew him, he slew Mercutio ;
Mon. Not Romeo, prince, he was Mercutio's friend;
And for that offence,
A Room in CAPULET's House.
Enter Juliet. Jul. Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds, Towards Phæbus' 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, unawares, 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 be 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 upon 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.
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 !
Jul. Can heaven be so envious ?
Jul. What devil art thou, that dost torment me thus?
Nurse. I saw the wound, I saw it with mine eyes,
Jul. O break, my heart! poor bankrupt, break at once!
Nurse. O Tybalt, Tybalt! the best friend I had:
Is Romeo slaughter'd? and is Tybalt dead?
Nurse. Tybalt is gone, and Romeo banished:
Jul. O God! did Romeo's hand shed Tybalt's blood?
Jul. O serpent heart, hid with a flowering face!
There's no trust,
Blister'd be thy tongue,
Nurse. Will you speak well of him that kill'd your cousin ?
Jul. Shall I speak ill of him that is my husband?