Beshrew your heart, for sending me about, Nurse. Your love says like an honest gentleman, Nurse. O, God's lady dear! Are you so hot? Marry, come up, I trow; Nurse. Have you got leave to go to shrift to-day? That after-hours with sorrow chide us not! Rom. Amen, amen! but come what sorrow can, It cannot countervail the exchange of joy That one short minute gives me in her sight: 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, 10 Friar. These violent delights have violent ends, And in their triumph die; like fire, and powder, Which, as they kiss, consume; The sweetest honey Is loathsome in his own deliciousness, And in the taste confounds the appetite: Therefore, love moderately; long love doth so; 15 Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow; Enter Juliet. Here comes the lady :-O, so light a foot Will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint; A lover may bestride the gossamour' 20 That idles in the wanton summer air, And yet not fall; so light is vanity. Jul. Good even to my ghostly confessor, Friar. Romeo shall thank thee, daughter, for us both. [much, Jul. As much to him, else are his thanks too Rom. Ah, Juliet, if the measure of thy joy 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 musick's tongue 30 Unfold the imagin'd happiness that both [cell, 25 Nurse. 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 scarlet straight at any news. Hie you to church; I must another way, To fetch a ladder, by the which your love Must climb a bird's nest soon, when it is dark: I am the drudge, and toil in your delight; But you shall bear the burthen soon at night. Go, I'll to dinner; hie you to the cell. Jul. Hie to high fortune!-honest nurse, farewell. [Exeunt. SCENE VI, Friar Lawrence's Cell. Enter Friar Lawrence, and Romeo. Friar. So smile the heavens upon this holy act, Receive in either by this dear encounter. Jul. Conceit,more rich in matter than in words, Brags of his substance, not of ornament: They are but beggars that can count their worth; 35 But my true love is grown to such excess, I cannot sum 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, [Exeunt. АСТ SCENE I. A Street. 55 Enter Mercutio, Benvolio, Page, and Sercants. Ben. I PRAY thee, good Mercutio, let's retire; The day is hot, the Capulets abroad, And, if we meet, we shall not 'scape a brawl; For now, these hot days, is the mad blood stirring. Mer. Thou art like one of those fellows, that, when he enters the confines of a tavern, claps me his sword upon the table, and says, God send me no 60 need of thee! and, by the operation of the second cup, draws it on the drawer, when, indeed, there is no need. III. Ben, Am I like such a fellow? Mer. Come, come, thou art as hot a Jack in thy mood as any in Italy; and as soon mov'd to be moody, and as soon moody to be mov'd. Ben. And what to? Mer. Nay, an there were two such, we should have none shortly, for one would kill the other. Thou! why thou wilt quarrel with a man that hath a hair more, or a hair less, in his beard, than thou hast. Thou wilt quarrel with a man for cracking nuts, having no other reason but because thou hast hazel eyes; what eye, but such an eye, would spy out such a quarrel? Thy lhead 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 street, because he hath waken'd thy dog that hath lain asleep in the sun. Didst thou not fall out with a taylor for wearing 5 his new doublet before Easter? with another, for tying his new shoes with old ribband? and yet thou wilt tutor me for quarrelling! Ben. An I were so apt to quarrel as thou art, any man should buy the fee-simple of my life for an hour and a quarter. Mer. The fee-simple? O simple! Enter Tybalt, and others. your nine lives; that I mean to make bold withal, 10 Bear down their weapons:-Gentlemen, for shame Ben. By my head, here come the Capulets. Mer. Could you not take some occasion without giving? 20 Tyb. Mercutio, thou consort'st with Romeo,- 25 I will not budge for no man's pleasure, I. my man. cutio. Mer. I am hurt ; A plague o' both the houses!-I am sped :- Ben. What, art thou hurt? Rom. Courage, man; the hurt cannot be much. Mer. No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church door; but 'tis enough; 'twill serve : ask 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 of arithmetick!-Why, the devil, came you between us? I was hurt under your arın. Rom. I thought all for the best. Mer. Help me into some house, Benvolio, Tyb. Well, peace be with you, sir! here comes Tyb. Romeo, the hate I bear thee, can afford Tub. Boy, this shall not excuse the injuries Mer. O calin, dishonourable, vile submission! Tybalt, you rat-catcher, will you walk? Ben. O Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio's dead; This but begins the woe, others must end. Ben. Here comes the furious Tybalt back again. 55 Away to heaven, respective lenity, Aler. Good king of cats, nothing but one of 60 Staying for thine to keep him company; Stoccata is the Italian term for a thrust or stab with a rapier. 2 Dr. Warburton says, we should 1i. e. 'I his day's un read pilche, which signifies a cloke or coat of skins, meaning the scabbard. Of Ben. Romeo, away, be gone! [Exit Romco. Cit. Which way ran he that kill'd Mercutio? Tybalt, that murderer, which way ran he? Ben. There lies that Tybalt. Cit. Up, sir, go with me; I charge thee in the prince's name, obey. ther's child! O my bro O prince!-O husband!--O, the blood is spill'd 10 15 This is the truth, or let Benvolio die. La. Cup. He is a kinsman to the Montague, Prin. Romeo slew him, he slew Mercutio; His fault concludes but what the law should end, Prin. And, for that offence, I have an interest in your hates' proceeding, [ing; 25 Prin. Benvolio, who began this bloody fray? 30 did slay; Romeo that spoke him fair, bid him bethink Could not take truce with the unruly spleen His agile arm beats down their fatal points, SCENE II. An Apartment in Capulet's House. Jul. Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds, bold, Thinks true love acted, simple modesty. [night! Come, night!--Come, Romeo! come, thou day in 50 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, Could draw to part them, was stout Tybalt slain; 55 lake 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 so fine, 2i. e. as thou art I am always running in the way of evil fortune, like the fool in the play. just and upright. how slight, how unimportant, how petty. Juliet would have night's darkness obscure the great eye of the day, the sun; whom considering in a poetical light as Phebus, drawn in his car with fiery-footed steeds, and posting through the heavens, she very properly calls him, with regard to the swiftness of his course, the run-away. Civil is grave, decently solemn. "These are terms of falconry. An unmanned hawk is one that is not brought to endure company.-Bating is fluttering with the wings as striving to fly away. 3 K 4 That That all the world shall be in love with night, And she brings news; and every tongue, thatspeaks That Romeo bid thee fetch? Nurse. Ay, ay, the cords. Jul. Ay me! what news? why dost thou wring thy hands? [dead! Nurse. Ah well-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 so envious? Nurse. Romeo can, Though heaven cannot:-O Romeo! Romeo!-| Who ever would have thought it?-Romeo! Ju!. What devil art thou, that dost torment me thus? This torture should be roar'd in dismal hell. Or those eves shut, that make thee answer, I. eyes, God save the mark!-here on his manly breast: at once! To prison, eyes! ne'er look on liberty! Jul. What storm is this that blows so contrary Nurse. Tybalt is gone, and Romeo banish'd; Beautiful tyrant! fiend angelical! Dove-feather'd raven! wolvish-ravening lamb! Despised substance of divinest show! Just opposite to what thou justly seem'st, 5 A damned saint, an honourable villain !O, nature! what hadst thou to do in hell, When thou didst bower the spirit of a fiend In mortal paradise of such sweet flesh ?— Was ever book, containing such vile matter, So fairly bound? O, that deceit should dwell In such a gorgeous palace! Nurse. There's no trust, No faith, no honesty in men; all perjur'd, All forsworn, all nought, all dissemblers.15Ah, where 's my man? give me some aqua vitæ :-These griefs, these woes, these sorrows make me old. Shame come to Romeo! Jul, Blister'd be thy tongue, 20 For such a wish! he was not born to shame : Upon his brow shame is asham'd to sit; 25 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! 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, 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 slain ; AndTybaltdead, that wouldhaveslainmyhusband: All this is comfort; Wherefore weep I then? Some word there was worser than Tybalt's death, 40 That murder'd me: I would forget it fain ; But, O! it presses to my memory, Like damned guilty deeds to sinners' minds: Tybalt is dead, and Romeo-banished; That-banished, that one word-banished, 45 Hath slain ten thousand Tybalts'. Tybalt's death Was woe enough, if it had ended there: Or, if sour woe delights in fellowship, And needly will be rank'd with other griefs,Why follow'd not, when she said—Tybalt 's dead, 50Thy father, or thy mother, nay, or both, 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 slain, all dead :: -Romeo is banished,There is no end, no limit, measure, bound, .n that word's death; no words can that woe sound. Nurse. It did, it did; alas the day! it did. Where is my father, and my mother, nurse? Nurse. Weeping and wailingoyerTybalt'scorse: Will you go to them? I will bring you thither. Garish is gaudy, showy. In our author's time, the affirmative adverb ay was generally written I: and by this means it both becomes a towel, and answers in sound to eye, upon which the conceit turns in the second line. ? Hath put Tybalt out of my mind, as if out of being. Jul. Jul. Wash they his wounds with tears? mine] shall be spent, [bed;i When theirs are dry, for Romeo's banishment. Jul. O, find him! give this ring to my true And bid him come to take his last farewell. JAnd steal immortal blessings from her lips; 10 15 O friar, the damned use that word in hell; A sin-absolver, and my friend profest, Rom. O, thou wilt speak again of banishment. Fri. I'll give thee armour to keep off that word; 20 Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy, 25 30 Fri. A gentler judgement vanish'd from his lips, 35 Not body's death, but body's banishment. 40 To comfort thee, though thou art banished. Fri. Let me dispute with thee of thy estate. Wert thou as young as I, Juliet thy love, And fall upon the ground, as I do now, thyself. groans, Mist-like, infold me from the search of eyes. Rom. Ha! banishment? be merciful, say-death;| Taking thy part, hath rush'd aside the law, Rom. 'Tis torture, and not mercy; heaven is Where Juliet lives; and every cat, and dog, 45 55 Fri, Hark, how they knock!-Who's there? Thou wilt be taken :-Stay a while:--stand up: [Knock. [Knock. Who knocks so hard? whence come you? what's your will? Nurse. [within.] Let me come in, and you shall know my errand; I come from lady Juliet. Fri. Welcome then. Enter Nurse. Nurse. O holy friar, O tell me, holy friar, 60 Where is my lady's lord, where's Romeo? Fri. There, on the ground, with his own tears made drunk. Validity seems here to mean worth or dignity; and courtship the state of a courtier permitted to approach the highest presence. Nurse. |