Tyb. Thou wretched boy, that did'st confort him here,

Shalt with him hence.

Rom. This fhall determine that.

[They fight, Tybalt falls

Ben. Romeo, away, begone:

The citizens are up, and Tybalt slain

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 doft, thou stay?

[Exit Romeo..

SCENE III. Enter Citizens. Cit. Which way ran he that kill'd Mercutio? Tybalt, that murtherer, which way ran he? Ben. There lies that Tybalt.

Cit. Up, Sir, 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

Th' unlucky manage of this fatal brawl;
There lies the man, flain by young Romeo,
That flew thy kinfman, brave Mercutio.

La. Cap. Tybalt my coufin! Omy brother's child!—
Unhappy fight! alas, the blood is spill'd
Of my dear kinsman-

-Prince, as thou art true,

For blood of ours, fhed blood of Montague.

Prince. Benvolio, who began this fray?

Ben. Tybalt here flain, whom Romeo's hand did flay; Romeo, that spoke him fair, bid him bethink

How nice the quarrel was, and urg'd withal

Your high difpleafure; 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, 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 His agil arm beats down their fatal points,

[tongue

And 'twixt them rushes; underneath whofe arm
An envious thrust from Tybalt hit the life
Of ftout Mercutio, and then Tybalt fled:
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
Could draw to part them, was ftout Tybalt slain ;
And as he fell, did Romeo turn to fly.

This is the truth, or let Benvolio die.

La. Cap. He is a kinsman to the Montague.
Affection makes him falfe, he speaks not true.
Some twenty of them fought in this black strife,
And all thofe twenty could but kill one life.
I beg for juftice, which thou, Prince, muft give;
Romeo flew Tybalt, Romeo must not live.

Prin. Romeo flew him, he flew Mercutio;
Who now the price of his dear blood doth owe?
La. Mont. 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 intereft in your heats' proceeding,
My blood for your rude brawls doth lie a-bleeding.
But I'll amerce you with fo ftrong a fine,

That you shall all repent the lofs of mine.

I will be deaf to pleading and excuses,

Nor tears nor prayers shall purchase out abuses;
Therefore ufe none; let Romeo hence in haste,
Elfe, when he's found, that hour is his laft.
Bear hence this body, and attend our will :
Mercy but murthers, pardoning thofe that kill. [Exeunt.

SCENE IV.

Changes to an apartment in Capulet's house.
Enter Juliet alone.

Ful Galtop apace, you fiery-footed feeds,
Tow'rds Phous' manfion; fuch a waggoner »
As Phaeton would whip you to the welt,
And bring in cloudy night immediately.
Spread thy clofe curtain, love-performing night,

That th' runaway's

eyes may wink; and Romeo.
Leap to these arms, untalk'd of and unfeen.
Lovers can fee to do their am'rous rites
By their own beauties: or, if love be blind,
It beft agrees with night. Come, civil Night,
Thou fober fuited matron, all in black,
And learn me how to lose a winning match,
Play'd for a pair of stainless maidenheads.
Hood my unmann'd blood baiting in my cheeks,
With thy black mantle; till ftrange love, grown bold,
Thinks 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 fnow upon a raven's back:

Come, gentle Night; come, loving black-brow'd Night!
Give me my Romeo, and, when he fhall die,
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heav'n fo fine,
That all the world fhall be in love with night,
And pay no worship to the garifh fun.
Q, I have bought the manfion of a love,
But not poffefs'd it; and though I am fold,,
Not yet enjoy'd; fo 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 la
Enter nurse with cords.

And the brings news; and every tongue that speaks
But Romeo's name, fpeaks heav'nly eloquence.

Now, nurse, what news? what haft thou there?
The cords that Romeo bid thee fetch?

Nurfe. Ay, ay, the cords.

Jul. Ay me, what news?

Why dost thou wring thy hands? ↑

Nurfe. Ah welladay, 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,

• The runaway's, &c. that is, the fun; whom he elegantly calls. the runaway, in reference to the poetical account of the fun driving his charriot of light through the heavens, and running down to the weft from the eyes of mortals to the arms of his celestial mistress,

Jul. Can heaven be so envious?

Nurje. Romeo can,

Though heav'n cannot. O Romeo! Romeo!

Who ever would have thought it, Romeo?

Jul. What devil art thou that doft torment me thus? This torture fhould be roar'd in difmal hell. Hath Romeo flain himself? fay thou but I; And that bare vowel, I, fhall poifon more Than the death-darting eye of cockatrice. 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 fwooned at the fight.

Conce!

Jul, O break, my heart-poor bankrupt, break at To prison, eyes! ne'er look on liberty; Vile earth to earth resign, end motion here, And thou and Romeo prefs one heavy bier!

Nurfe. O Tybalt, Tybalt, the best friend I had :
O courteous Tybalt, honeft gentleman,
That ever I fhould live to fee thee dead!

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

Nurfe. Tybalt is dead, and Romeo banished;
Romeo that killed him, he is banished.

Jul. O God! did Romeo's hand fhed Tybalt's blood? Nurfe. It did, it did, alas, the day! it did. Jul. O ferpent-heart, hid with a flow'ring face! Did ever dragon keep fo fair a cave?

Beautiful tyrant, fiend angelical!

[lamb!

[Ravenous dove, feather'd raven! wolvish ravening
Defpifed fubftance of divineft show !
Juft oppofite to what thou justly feem'ft,
A damned faint, an honourable villain !]
O nature! what hadft thou to do in hell,
When thou didft bower the spirit of a fiend
In mortal paradise of such sweet flesh?
Was ever book containing fuch vile matter,
So fairly bound? O, that deceit fhould dwell

Thefe four lines in books feem to be the players' trash.

In fuch a gorgeous palace!

Nurfe. There's no trust,

No faith, no honesty, in men; all perjur'd;

All, all forfworn; all naught; and all diffemblers
Ah, where's my man! give me fome aqua vita-
These griefs, thefe woes, these forrows make me old !
Shame come to Romeo !

Jul. Blifter'd be thy tongue,

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

For 'tis a throne where Honour may be crown'd
Sole monarch of the universal earth.

O, what a beaft was I to chide him fo?

Nurfe. Will you speak well of him that kill'd your

coufin?

Sul. Shall I fpeak ill of him that is my husband? Ah, poor my Lord, what tongue fhall fmooth thy name, When I, thy three hours wife, have mangled it! But wherefore, villain, didft thou kill my coufin? That villain coufin would have kill'd my husband. 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 Tybalt would have flain;
And Tybalt's dead, that would have kill'd my husband;
All this is comfort; wherefore weep I then?

Some word there was, worfer than Tybalt's death,

That murther'd me; I would forget it fain..

But, oh! it preffes to my memory,

Like damned guilty deeds to finners' minds;
Tybalt is dead, and Romeo banished !

That banished, that one word banished,

Hath flain ten thoufand Tybalts: 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,
Why follow'd not, when the faid Tybalt's dead.
Thy father or thy mother, nay, or both?
But with a rearward following Tybalt's death,
Romeo is banished-to speak that word,
Is, father, mother, Tybalt, Romeo, Juliet,
All flain, all dead! Romeo is banished !