Hood my unmann'd blood, bating in my cheeks, With thy black mantle; till strange love, grown(72) bold, Come, night;-come, Romeo,-come, thou day in night; Whiter than snow upon(73) a raven's back.- To an impatient child that hath new robes And may not wear them.-O, here comes my nurse, Enter Nurse, with cords. Now, nurse, what news? What hast thou there? the cords That Romeo bid thee fetch? Nurse. Ay, ay, the cords. [Throws them down. Jul. Ay me! what news? why dost thou wring thy hands? 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? Romeo can, Though heaven cannot :-O Romeo, Romeo! Who ever would have thought it?-Romeo! Jul. What devil art thou, that dost torment me thus? This torture should be roar'd in dismal hell. Hath Romeo slain himself? say thou but "I," Or those eyes shut,(75) that make thee answer "I.” Brief sounds determine of my weal or woe. Nurse. I saw the wound, I saw it with mine eyes,- Pale, pale as ashes, all bedaub'd in blood, All in gore-blood;-I swooned(76) at the sight. Jul. O, break, my heart!-poor bankrupt, break at once! To prison, eyes, ne'er look on liberty! Vile earth, to earth resign; end motion here; And thou and Romeo press one heavy bier! Nurse. O Tybalt, Tybalt, the best friend I had! O courteous Tybalt! honest gentleman! That ever I should live to see thee dead! Jul. What storm is this that blows so contrary? 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! Dove-feather'd raven !(77) wolvish-ravening lamb! Nurse. Ah, where's my man? give me some aqua-vita:— 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 'tis 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? Jul. Shall I speak ill of him that is my husband? Ah, poor my lord, what tongue shall smooth thy name, 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, Which you, mistaking, offer up to joy. My husband lives, that Tybalt would have slain; And Tybalt's dead, that would have slain my husband: All this is comfort; wherefore weep I, then? Some word there was, worser than Tybalt's death, That murder'd me: I would forget it fain; But, O, it presses to my memory, Like damned guilty deeds to sinners' minds: In that word's death; no words can that woe sound.- Nurse. Weeping and wailing over Tybalt's corse: Jul. Wash they his wounds with tears: mine shall be spent, When theirs are dry, for Romeo's banishment. Take up those cords:-poor ropes, you are beguil'd, He made you for a highway to my bed; But I, a maid, die maiden-widowed. Come, cords; come, nurse; I'll to my wedding-bed; I'll to him; he is hid at Laurence' cell. Jul. O, find him! give this ring to my true knight, [Exeunt. SCENE III. The same. Friar LAURENCE's cell. Enter Friar LAURENCE. Fri. L. Romeo, come forth; come forth, thou fearful man: Affliction is enamour'd of thy parts, And thou art wedded to calamity. Enter ROMEO. Rom. Father, what news? what is the prince's doom? What sorrow craves acquaintance at my hand, That I yet know not? Is my dear son with such sour company: I bring thee tidings of the prince's doom. Rom. What less than dooms-day is the prince's doom? Not body's death, but body's banishment. Rom. Ha, banishment! be merciful, say "death;" For exile hath more terror in his look, Much more than death: do not say "banishment." Fri. L. Hence from Verona art thou banished: Be patient, for the world is broad and wide. Rom. There is no world without Verona walls, Hence-banished is banish'd from the world, Fri. L. O deadly sin! O rude unthankfulness! Rom. 'Tis torture, and not mercy: heaven is here, : Hadst thou no poison mix'd,(81) no sharp-ground knife, O friar, the damnèd use that word in hell; Howlings attend it: how hast thou the heart, A sin-absolver, and my friend profess'd, To mangle me with that word "banished"? Fri. L. Thou fond mad man, hear me a little speak.(82) Rom. O, thou wilt speak again of banishment. Fri. L. I'll give thee armour to keep off that word; |