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[They fight; and Edgar knocks hum all.

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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 and fly:
This is the truth, or let Benvolio die.

La. Cap. He is a kinfman to the Montague,
Affection makes him falfe, 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 flew Tybalt, Romeo muft not live.

Prin. Romeo flew him, he flew 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 fhould end,
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 lofs of mine:
I will be deaf to pleading and excufes ;

Nor tears, nor prayers, shall purchase out abuses,
Therefore use none: let Romeo hence in hafte,
Elfe, when he's found, that hour is his laft.

Bear hence this body, and attend our will:

Mercy but murders, pardoning thofe that kill. [Exeunt.

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SCENE II.

A Room in Capulet's Houfe.

Enter JULIET.

Jul. Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds,
Towards Phoebus' manfion; fuch 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 unfeen!→→→
Lovers can fee to do their amorous 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 maidenhoods:
Hood my unmann'd blood bating in my cheeks,
With thy black mantle; till ftrange love, grown bold,
Think true love acted, fimple modesty.

Come, night!-Come, Romeo! come, thou day in night!
For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night
Whiter than new fnow on a raven's back.-

Come, gentle night; come, loving, black-brow'd night,
Give me my Romeo: and, when he thall die,
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven fo fine,
That all the world will be in love with night,
And pay no worship to the garish sun.-
O, I have bought the mansion of a love,
But not poffefs'd it; and, though I an fold,
Not yet enjoy'd: So tedious is this day,

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As is the night before some festival

To an inpatient child, that hath new robes,

And may not wear them. O, here comes my nurse,

Enter Nurse, with cords.

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

Now, nurse, what news? What haft thou there? the cords,
That Romeo bade thee fetch?

Nurse.

Ay, ay, the cords.
[Throws them down.

ful. Ahme! what news! why doft 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. Can heaven be fo envious?

Nurse.

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 flain himself? say thon but I,
And that bare vowel I shall poifon more
Than the death-darting eye of cockatrice:
I am not I, if there be such an I;

Or thofe eyes fhut, that make thee anfwer, I.
If he be flain, fay-I; or if not, no:

Brief founds determine of my weal, or woe.

Nurfe. I faw the wound, I faw it with mine eyes,—— God fave the mark!-here on his manly breaft: A piteous corfe, a bloody piteous corfe;

Pale, pale as ashes, all bedawb'd in blood,
All in gore blood;-I fwoonded at the fight.

Jul.

Jul. O break, my heart!-poor bankrupt, break at once; To prifon, eyes! ne'er look on liberty!

Vile earth, to earth refign; 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 see thee dead!

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

Nurfe. Tybalt is gone, and Romeo banished;
Romeo, that kill'd 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 so fair a cave?
Beautiful tyrant! fiend angelical!
Dove-feather'd raven! wolvish-ravening lamb!
Defpifed fubftance of divinest show!
Juft oppofite to what thou justly seem'st,
A damned faint, an honourable villain!-
O, nature! what hadft thou to do in hell,
When thou did'st 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 fuch a gorgeous palace!

Nurse.
There's no trust,
No faith, no honefty in men; all perjur'd,
All forfworn, all naught, all diffemblers.-
Ah, where's my man? give me fome aqua

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