more

To blazon it, then sweeten with thy breath
This neighbour air, and let rich music's tongue
Unfold the imagined happiness that both
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 ;

But my true love is grown to such excess,
I cannot sum up half my sum of wealth.
Fri. Come, come with me, and we will make
short work;

For,
by your leaves, you shall not stay alone,
Till holy church incorporate two in one.

ACT III.

SCENE 1.-A Public Place.

[Exeunt.

Enter MERCUTIO, BENVOLIO, Page, and Ser

vants.

Ben. I pray you, 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 need of thee! and, by the operation of the second cup, draws it on the drawer, when, indeed, there is no need.

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 moved to be moody, and as soon moody to be moved. Ben. And what to?

Mer. Nay, and there were too 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 head is as full of quarrels, as an egg is full of meat; and yet thy head hath been beaten as addled as an egg, for quarrelling. Thou hast quarrelled with a man for coughing in the street, because he hath wakened thy dog that hath lain asleep in the sun. Didst thou not fall out with a tailor for wearing his new doublet before Easter? with another, for tying his new shoes with old ribband? and yet thou wilt tutor me from 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.

Ben. By my head here come the Capulets
Mer. By my heel, I care not.

• How everlasting flint could be worn out, is doubtful. ↑ The long white filamen: which flies in the air. Paint, diolay.

Imagination.

Either withdraw into some private place,
Or reason coldly of your grievances,
Or else depart; here all eyes gaze on us.
Mer. Men's eyes were made to look, and let
them gaze;

I will not budge for no man's pleasure, I.

Enter ROMEO.

Tyb. Well, peace be with you, Sir! here comes my man.

Mer. But I'll be hanged, Sir, if he wear your livery:

Marry, go before to field, he'll be your follower; Your worship, in that sense, may call himn

man.

Tyb. Romeo, the hate I bear thee can af ford

No better term than this-Thou art a villain.

Rom. Tybalt, the reason that I have to love Doth much excuse the appertaining rage [thee To such a greeting :-Villain am I none; [not. Therefore farewell; I see, thou know'st me Tyb. Boy, this shall not excuse the injuries That thou hast done me; therefore turn, and draw.

Rom. I do protest I never injur'd thee;
But love thee better than thou canst devise,
Till thou shalt know the reason of my love:
And so, good Capulet,-which name I tender
As dearly as mine own,-be satisfied.

Mer. O calm, dishonourable, vile submission !

[Draws.

A la stoccata * carries it away. Tybalt, you rat-catcher, will you walk? Tyb. What wouldst thou have with me? Mer. Good king of cats, nothing but one of your nine lives; that I mean to make bold withal, and, as you shall use me hereafter, dry-beat the rest of the eight. Will you pluck your sword out of his pilcher + by the ears? make haste, lest mine be about your ears ere it be out.

Tyb. I am for you. [Drawing. Rom. Gentle Mercutio, put thy rapier up. Tyb. Come, Sir, your passado. [They fight. Rom. Draw, Benvolio ; [shame Beat down their weapons-Gentlemen, for Forbear this outrage ;-Tybalt-Mercutio— The prince expressly hath forbid this bandying In Verona streets :-hold, Tybalt ;-good Mercutio.

[Exeunt TYBALT and his Partizans. Mer. I am hurt:

A plague o'both the houses!-I am sped :-
Is he gone, and hath nothing?

Ben. What, art thou hurt?

Mer. Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch; marry, 'tis enough.[geon.

Where is my page ?-go, villain, fetch a sur[Exit Page. Courage, man: the hurt cannot be

Rom

much.

Mer. No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so The Italian term for a thrust or stab with a rapier. t Case or scabbard.

Rom. I thought all for the best.

Mer. Help me into some house, Benvolio,
Or I shall faint.-A plague o'both your houses!
They have made worm's meat of me :

I have it, and soundly too :-Your houses!
[Exeunt MERCUTIO and BENVOLIO.
Rom. This gentleman, the prince's near ally,
My very friend, hath got his mortal hurt
In my behalf; my reputation stain'd
With Tybalt's slander, Tybalt, that an hour
Hath been my kinsman: O sweet Juliet,
Thy beauty hath made me effeminate,
And in my temper soften'd valour's steel.
Re-enter BENVOLIO.

Ben. O Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio's dead;

That gallaut spirit hath aspir'd the clouds, Which too untimely here did scorn the earth. Rom. This day's black fate on more days doth depend;

This but begins the woe, others must end.

Re-enter TY BALT.

Ben. Here comes the furious Tybalt back again.

Rom. Alive! in triumph! and Mercutio slain! Away to heaven, respective lenity,

And fire-ey'd fury be my conduct now!-
Now, Tybalt, take the villain back again,
That late thou gav'st me; for Mercutio's soul
s but a little way above our heads,
Staying for thine to keep him company;
Either thou, or I, or both, must go with him.
Tyb. Thon, wretched boy, that didst con-
sort him here,

Shalt with him heuce.

Rom. This shall determine that.

[They fight; TYBALT falls. Ben. Romeo, away, be gone! The citizens are up, and Tybalt slain : [death, Stand not amaz'd :—the prince will doom thee If thou art taken :-hence !-be gone!-away! Rom. O! I am fortune's fool! 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;

1 charge thee in the prince's name, obey. Enter PRINCE, attended; MONTAGUE, CAPULET, their Wives and others,

Prin. Where are the vile beginners of this fray?

Ben. O noble prince, I can discover all. The unlucky manage of this fatal brawl: There lies the man slain by young Romeo, That slew thy kinsman, brave Mercutio.

La. Cap. Tybalt, my cousin !-O my brother's child!

Unhappy sight! ah me, the blood is spill'd
Of my dear kinsman !-Prince, as thou
true, s

For blood of ours shed blood of Montague.-
O cousin, cousin!

art

Prin. Benvolio, who began this bloody fray? Ben. Tybalt, here slain, whom Romeo's hand did slay;

Cool, considerate gentleness.
* Accompany.
Just and upright.

+ Conduct for conductor.

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 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, swifter
than his tongue,

His agile arm beats down their fatal points,
And 'twixt them rushes; underneath whose

arm

An envious thrust from Tybalt hit the life
Of stout Mercutio, and then Tybalt filed:
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 stout Tybalt
slain;

And, as he fell, did Romeo turn and fly:
This is the truth, or let Benvolio die.

La. Cap. He is a kinsman to the Montague,
Affection inakes him false, he speaks not true:
Some twenty of them fought in this black strife,
And all those twenty could but kill one life:
I beg for justice, which thou, prince, must
give;

Romeo slew Tybalt, Romeo must not live.

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 ; [end,

His fault concludes but what the law should The life of Tybalt.

Prin. And, for that offence, Immediately we do exile him hence:

I have an interest in your hates' 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:
I will be deaf to pleading and excuses:
Nor tears, nor prayers, shall purchase out
abuses;

Therefore use none: let Romeo hence in haste,
Else, when he's found, that hour is his last.
Bear hence this body and attend our will:
Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill.
[Exeunt.

SCENE II-A Room in CAPULET's House.

Enter JULIET.

Jul. Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds,
Towards 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 run-away's eyes may wink; and Romeo
Leap to these arms, untalk'd of, and unseen !—
Lovers can see to do their armorous 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,t
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 show on a raven's back.-

Slight, unimportant.
+ Grave, solemn
These are terms of falconry

Fri. Hence from Verona art thou banished: Be patient, for the world is broad and wide. Rom. There is no world without Verona walls,

But purgatory, torture, hell itself.
Hence-banished is banish'd from the world,
And world's exile is death :-then banishment
Is death misterm'd calling death banishment,
Thou cut'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 rush'd aside the law,
And turn'd that black word death to banish-

ment:

This is dear mercy, and thou seest it not.

Rom. Thou canst not speak of what thou dost not feel:

Wert thou as young as 1, Juliet thy love,
An hour but married, Tybalt murdered,
Doting like me, and like me banished,
Then might'st thou speak, then might'st thou tear
thy hair,

And fall upon the ground, as I do now,
Taking the measure of an unmade grave
Fri. Arise; one knocks; good Romeo, hide
thyself.
[Knocking within.
Rom. Not I, unless the breath of heart-sick
groans,

Mist-like, infold me from the search of eyes.
[Knocking.
Fri. Hark, how they knock !-Who's there?-
Romeo, arise;
Thou wilt be taken :-Stay a while: stand up;
[Knocking.
Run to my study :-By and by :-God's will!
What wilfulness is this?-I come, I come.

[Knocking. 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.

here,

Where Juliet lives; and every cat, and dog,
And little mouse, every unworthy thing,
Live here in heaven, and may look on her,
But Romeo may not.-More validity,
More honourable state, more courtship lives
In carrion flies, than Romeo: they may seize
On the white wonder of dear Juliet's band,
And steal immortal blessing from her lips;
Who, even in pure and vestal modesty,
Still blush, as thinking their own kisses sin;
But Romeo may not; he is banished:
Flies may do this, when I from this must fly;
They are free men, but I am banished.
And say'st thou yet, that exile is not death?
Hadst thou no poison mix'd, no sharp-ground
knife,

No sudden mean of death, though ne'er so mean,
But-banished-to kill me: banished?

O friar, the damued use that word in hell;
Howlings attend it: How hast thou the heart,
Being a divine, a ghostly confessor,
A sin-absolver, and my friend profess'd,
To mangle me, with that word-banishment?
Fri. Thou fond mad man, hear me but speak
a word.

Rom 0 thou wilt speak again of banishment.

Fri. I'll give thee armour to keep of that word!

Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy,
To comfort thee, though thou art banished.
Rom. Yet banished ?-Hang up philosophy!
Unless philosophy can make a Juliet,
Displant a town, reverse a prince's doom;
It helps not, it prevails not-talk no more.
Fri O then I see that madmen have no

For Juliet's sake, for her sake, rise and stand;
Why should you fall into so deep an O?
Rom. Nurse!

Nurse. Ah Sir! ah Sir!-Well, death's the

end of all.

Rom. Spak'st thou of Juliet? how is it with her?

Doth she not think me an old murderer.
Now I have stain'd the childhood of our joy
With blood removed but little from her own?
Where is she? and how doth she? and what says
My conceal'd lady to our cancell'd love?

Nurse. O she says nothing, Sir, but weeps and

weeps ;

And now falls on her bed; and then starts up, And Tybalt calls; and then on Romeo cries, And then down falls again.

Rom. As if that name,

Shot from the deadly level of a gun,

Did murder her; as that name's cursed hand Murder'd her kinsman.-O tell me, friar, tell me, In what vile part of this anatomy

Doth my naine lodge? tell me, that I may sack
The hateful mansion. [Drawing his sword.
Fri. Hold thy desperate hand :

Art thou a man? thy form cries out thou art;
Thy tears are womanish: thy wild acts denote
The unreasonable fury of a beast:
Unseemly woman, in a seeming man!
Or ill-beseeming beast, in seeming both!
Thou hast amaz'd me by my holy order,
I thought thy disposition better temper'd.
Hast thou slain Tybalt? wilt thou slay thyself?
And slay thy lady too that lives in thee,
By doing damned hate upon thyself?
Why rail'st thou on thy birth, the heaven, and
earth?

Since birth, and heaven, and earth, all three do

meet

And usest none in that true use indeed
Which should bedeck thy shape, thy love, thy
wit.

Thy noble shape is but a form of wax,
Digressing from the valour of a man:
Thy dear love, sworn, but hollow purjury,

cherish :

Thy wit, that ornament to shape and love,
Mis-shapen in the conduct of them both,
Like powder in a skill-less soldier's flask,
Is set on fire by thine own ignorance,
And thou dismember'd with thine own defence.
What, rouse thee, man! thy Juliet is alive,
For whose dear sake thou wast but lately dead;
There art thou happy: Tybalt would kill thee,
But thou slew'st Tybalt; there art thou happy

too:

The law, that threaten'd death, becomes thy friend,
And turns it to exile; there art thou happy :
A pack of blessings lights upon thy back;
Happiness courts thee in her best array;
But, like a mis-behav'd and sullen wench,
Thou pout'st upon thy fortune and thy love :
Take heed, take heed, for such die miserable.
Go, get thee to thy love, as was decreed,
Ascend her chamber, hence and comfort her;
But look thou stay not till the watch be set,
For then thou canst not pass to Mantua ;
Where thou shalt live, till we can find a time
To blaze your marriage, reconcile your friends,
Beg pardon of the prince, and call thee back
With twenty hundred thousand times more joy
Than thou went'st forth in lamentation.-
Go before, nurse commend me to thy lady;
And bid her hasten all the house to bed,
Which heavy sorrow makes them apt unto :
Romeo is coming.

Nurse. O Lord, I could have staid here
the night,

next

morrow.

[Exeunt.

SCENE V.-JULIET'S Chamber.

To hear good counsel: Oh! what learning is
My lord, I'll tell my lady you will come.
Rom. Do so, and bid my sweet prepare to
chide.

Nurse. Here, Sir, a ring she bid me give you,

Sir:

Hie you, make haste, for it grows very late. [Exit NURSE. Rom. How well my comfort is reviv'd by this!

Fri. Go hence: Good night; and here stands all your state; +

Either be gone before the watch be set,
Or by the break of day disguis'd from hence:
Sojourn in Mantua; I'll find out your man,
And he shall signify, from time to time,
Every good hap to you that chances here:
Give me thy hand; 'tis late: farewell; good
night.

Rom. But that a joy past joy calls out on me, It were a grief, so breif to part with thee: Farewell.

[Exeunt. SCENE IV.-A Room in CAPULET'S House. Enter CAPULET, Lady CAPULET, and PARIS. Cap. Things have fallen out, Sir, so unluckily, That we have had no time to move our daugh

ter:

daughter.

Rom. It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale: look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east: Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain-tops: I must be gone and live, or stay and die.

Jul. Yon light is not daylight, I know it, I: It is some meteor that the sun exhales, To be to thee this night a torch-bearer, And light thee on thy way to Mantua: Therefore stay yet, thou need'st not to be gone Rom. Let me be ta'en, let me be put to death; I am content, so thou wilt have it so. I'll say, von grey is not the morning's eye, 'Tis but the pale reflex of Cynthia's brow; + Nor that is not the lark, whose notes do beat The vaulty heaven so high above our heads : I have more care to stay, than will to go;-Juliet wills it Come, death, and welcome!

80.

How is't, my soul? let's talk, it is not day.
Jul. It is, it is, hie hence, be gone, away;
It is the lark that sings so out of tune,
Straining harsh discords, and unpleasing sharps.
Some say, the lark makes sweet division; ý
This doth not so, for she divideth us:
Some say, the lark and loathed toad change
eyes;

O now I would they had chang'd voices too!
Since arm from arm that voice doth us affray,
Hunting thee hence with hunts-up to the day.
O now be gone; more light and light it grows
Rom. More light and light ?-more dark and
dark our woes.

phrase for musical composition.

A tune played to wake hunters, also a morning song to a woman the day after marriage.