Ben. 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. Up, Sir: go with me; I charge thee in the prince's name, Enter Prince, attended; MONTAGUE, CAPULET, their Wives, and Others. Prin. Where are the vile beginners of this fray? The unlucky manage of this fatal brawl: La. Cap. Tybalt, my cousin! O my brother's child! For blood of ours shed blood of Montague. O cousin, cousin! 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, Of Tybalt, deaf to peace, but that he tilts It back to Tybalt, whose dexterity Retorts it. Romeo he cries aloud, "Hold, friends! friends, part!" and, swifter 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; I beg for justice, which thou, prince, must give: Prin. Romeo slew him, he slew Mercutio; 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. Prin. And for that offence, Immediately we do exile him hence: I have an interest in your hate's proceeding, My blood for your rude brawls doth lie a bleeding; But I'll amerce you with so strong a fine, That you shall all repent the loss of mine. Nor tears, nor prayers, shall purchase out abuses; [Exeunt. SCENE II. A Room in CAPULET'S House. Enter JULIET. -- Jul. Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds, Come night, come Romeo, come thou day in night; Whiter than new snow upon a raven's back. Come, gentle night; come, loving, black-brow'd night, Take him and cut him out in little stars, 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 ev'ry tongue, that speaks But Romeo's name, speaks heavenly eloquence. Now, nurse, what news? What hast thou there? the cords 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. What devil art thou, that dost torment me thus? This torture should be roar'd in dismal hell. Or those eyes shut, that make thee answer, no: I. here on ais manly breast: Nurse. I saw the wound, I saw it with mine eyes, Pale, pale as ashes, all bedaub'd in blood, poor bankrupt, break at once! To prison, eyes; ne'er look on liberty: Vile earth, to earth resign; end motion here, 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? Nurse. Tybalt is gone, and Romeo banished: Romeo, that kill'd him, he is banished. Jul. O God! did Romeo's hand shed Tybalt's blood? Nurse. It did, it did: alas the day! it did. Jul. O serpent heart, hid with a flowering face! Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave? Nurse. There's no trust, No faith, no honesty in men; all perjur'd, All forsworn, all naught, all dissemblers. -- Ah! where 's my man? give me some aqua vitæ: Jul. Blister'd be thy tongue', For such a wish! he was not born to shame: Upon his brow shame is asham'd to sit; For 't is a throne where honour may be crown'd O, what a beast was I to chide at him! Nurse. Will you speak well of him that kill'd your cousin? Ah, poor my lord, what tongue shall smooth thy name, |