  A Public Place Enter Mercutio, Benvolio, Page, and Servants Benvolio. I pray thee, good Mercutio, let's retire. And if we meet we shall not For now, these hot days, is the mad blood stirring. Mercutio. Thou art like one of those fellows that Benvolio. Mercutio. Come, come, thou art as hot a Benvolio. And what to? Mercutio. Nay, an there were two such, we should Benvolio. An I were so apt to quarrel as thou art, Mercutio. The fee-simple! O simple! Benvolio. By my head, here come the Capulets. Mercutio. By my heel, I care not. Enter Tybalt and others Tybalt. Follow me close, for I will speak to them.— 40Mercutio. And but one word with one of us? Tybalt. You shall find me Mercutio. Could you not take some occasion without Tybalt. Mercutio, thou Mercutio. Benvolio. We talk here in the public haunt of men. Either withdraw unto some private place, Or else Mercutio. Men's eyes were made to look, and let them gaze; I will not budge for no man's pleasure, Enter Romeo Tybalt. Well, peace be with you, sir; here comes my man. Mercutio. But I'll be hang'd, sir, if he wear your livery. Marry, go before to field, he 'll be your follower; Your worship in that sense may call him man. Tybalt. Romeo, No better term than this,—thou art a villain. Romeo. Tybalt, the reason that I have to Doth much excuse the To such a greeting. Villain am I none, Therefore farewell; I see thou know'st me not. Tybalt. That thou hast done me; therefore turn and draw. 70 Romeo. 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 As dearly as my own,—be satisfied. Mercutio. O calm, dishonourable, vile submission! Tybalt, you rat-catcher, will you walk? Tybalt. What wouldst thou have with me? Mercutio. Good Tybalt. I am for you. [Drawing. Mercutio. Come, sir, your Romeo. Draw, Benvolio; beat down their weapons.— Gentlemen, for shame, forbear this 90 Tybalt, Mercutio, the prince expressly hath Forbid this Hold, Tybalt! good Mercutio! [Exeunt Benvolio. What, art thou hurt? Mercutio. Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch; marry, 'tis enough.— Where is my page?—Go, villain, fetch a surgeon. [Exit Page. Romeo. Courage, man; the hurt cannot be much. Mercutio. No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so Romeo. I thought all for the best. Mercutio. Help me into some house, Benvolio, Or I shall faint.—A plague o' both your houses! 110 They have made worms' meat of me. I have it, Romeo. This gentleman, the prince's near ally, In my behalf; my reputation stain'd With Tybalt's slander,—Tybalt, that an hour Hath been my Thy beauty hath made me effeminate, And in my temper soften'd valour's steel! Re-enter Benvolio Benvolio. O Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio's dead! 120 That gallant spirit hath Which too Romeo. This day's black fate on more days doth This but begins the woe others must end. Benvolio. Here comes the furious Tybalt back again. Re-enter Tybalt Romeo. Alive, in triumph! and Mercutio slain! Away to heaven, And fire-eyed fury be my Now, Tybalt, take the villain back again That late thou gav'st me! 130 Is but a little way above our heads, Staying for thine to keep him company; Either thou, or I, or both, must go with him. Romeo. This shall determine that. [They fight; Tybalt falls. Benvolio. Romeo, away, be gone! The citizens are up, and Tybalt slain. Stand not amaz'd; the prince will If thou art taken. Hence, be gone, away! Romeo. O, I am Benvolio. Why dost thou stay? [Exit Romeo. Enter Citizens, etc. 140 1 Citizen. Which way ran he that kill'd Mercutio? Tybalt, that murtherer, which way ran he? Benvolio. There lies that Tybalt. 1 Citizen. Up, sir, go with me; I charge thee in the prince's name, obey. Enter Prince, attended; Montague, Capulet, their Wives, and others Prince. Where are the vile beginners of this fray? Benvolio. O noble prince, I can The unlucky There lies the man, slain by young Romeo, That slew thy kinsman, brave Mercutio. Lady Capulet. Tybalt, my cousin! O my brother's child! 150 O prince! O cousin! husband! O, the blood is spilt Of my dear kinsman!—Prince, as thou art true, For blood of ours shed blood of Montague.— O cousin, cousin! Prince. Benvolio, who began this bloody fray? Benvolio. Tybalt, here slain, whom Romeo's hand did slay; Romeo that How Your high displeasure. All this, uttered With gentle breath, calm look, knees humbly bow'd, 160 Could not 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 'Hold, friends! friends, part!' and swifter than his tongue, His agile arm beats down their fatal points, 170 And 'twixt them rushes, underneath whose arm An Of stout Mercutio; and then Tybalt fled, But 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. Lady Capulet. He is a kinsman to the Montague; 180 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. Prince. Romeo slew him, he slew Mercutio; Who now the price of his dear blood doth owe? Montague. Not Romeo, prince, he was Mercutio's friend; His fault The life of Tybalt. Prince. And for that offence 190 Immediately we do I have an interest in your hate's proceeding, My blood for your rude brawls doth lie a-bleeding; But I'll That you shall all repent the loss of mine. I will be deaf to pleading and excuses; Nor tears nor prayers shall Therefore use none; let Romeo hence in haste, Bear hence this body and attend our will; 200 Scene II.Capulet's Orchard Enter Juliet Juliet. Towards Phoebus' lodging; such a waggoner As And bring in cloudy night immediately.— Spread thy close curtain, love-performing Night, Leap to these arms, untalk'd of and unseen.— Lovers can see to do their amorous rites By their own beauties; or, if love be blind, 10 It best agrees with night.—Come, Thou sober-suited matron, all in black, And Play'd for a pair of stainless maidenhoods. With thy black mantle, till Think true love acted simple modesty. Whiter than new snow on a raven's back. Come, gentle Night, come, loving, 21 Give me my Romeo; and, when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to O, But not possess'd it, and, though I am sold, Not yet enjoy'd. So tedious is this day As is the night before some festival 30 To an impatient child And may not wear them.—O, here comes my nurse, And she brings news; and every tongue that speaks But Romeo's name speaks heavenly eloquence.— 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. Juliet. Ay me! what news? why dost 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! Juliet. Can heaven be so 40 Nurse. Romeo can, Though heaven cannot.—O Romeo, Romeo!— Who ever would have thought it?—Romeo! Juliet. What devil art thou, that dost torment me thus? This torture should be roar'd in dismal hell. Hath Romeo slain himself? say thou And that bare vowel I shall poison more Than the I am not I, if there be such an I, Or 50 If he be slain, say ay; or if not, no. Brief sounds Nurse. I saw the wound, I saw it with mine eyes— A piteous corse, a bloody piteous corse, Pale, pale as ashes, all bedaub'd in blood, All in Juliet. O, break, my heart! poor To prison, eyes, ne'er look on liberty! Vile earth, to earth resign; end motion here, 60 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! Juliet. What storm is this that blows so Is Romeo slaughter'd, and is Tybalt dead? My dear-lov'd cousin, and my dearer lord? Then, dreadful trumpet, sound the general doom! For who is living if those two are gone? Nurse. Tybalt is gone, and Romeo banished; 70 Romeo that kill'd him, he is banished. Juliet. O God! did Romeo's hand shed Tybalt's blood? Nurse. It did, it did; alas the day, it did! Juliet. Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave? Beautiful tyrant! fiend angelical! Dove-feather'd raven! wolvish-ravening lamb! Despised substance of divinest show! Just opposite to what thou justly seem'st, A damned saint, an honourable villain! 80 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? So fairly bound? In such a gorgeous palace! Nurse.There's no trust, No faith, no honesty in men; all perjur'd, All forsworn, all Ah, where's my man? give me some aqua vitÆ.— These griefs, these woes, these sorrows, make me old. Shame come to Romeo! 90 Juliet. For such a wish! he was not born to shame; 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? Juliet. Shall I speak ill of him that is my husband?— Ah, When I, thy three-hours wife, have mangled it? 100 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, That murther'd me. I would forget it fain, 110 But, O, it presses to my memory, Like damned guilty deeds to sinners' minds: 'Tybalt is dead, and Romeo— That 'banished,' that one word 'banished,' Hath slain ten thousand Tybalts. Tybalt's death Was woe enough, if it had ended there; Or, if And Why follow'd not, when she said Tybalt's dead, Thy father, or thy mother, nay, or both, 120 Which But with a 'Romeo is banished!'—to speak that word, Is father, mother, Tybalt, Romeo, Juliet, All slain, all dead. 'Romeo is banished!' There is no end, no limit, measure, bound, In that word's death; no words can that woe Where is my father, and my mother, nurse? Nurse. Weeping and wailing over Tybalt's corse. Will you go to them? I will bring you thither. 130 Juliet. When theirs are dry, for Romeo's banishment. Take up those cords.—Poor ropes, you are beguil'd, Both you and I, for Romeo is exil'd; He made you for a highway to my bed, But I, a maid, die maiden-widowed. Nurse. Hie to your chamber. I'll find Romeo To comfort you; I Hark ye, your Romeo will be here at night. I'll to him; he is hid at Laurence' cell. Juliet. O, find him! give this ring to my true knight, 141 And bid him come to take his last farewell. [Exeunt. Scene III.Friar Laurence's Cell Enter Friar Laurence Friar Laurence. Romeo, come forth; come forth, thou Affliction is enamour'd of thy And thou art wedded to calamity. Enter Romeo Romeo. Father, what news? what is the prince's doom? What sorrow craves acquaintance at my hand, That I yet know not? Friar Laurence. Too Is my dear son with such I bring thee tidings of the prince's doom. Romeo. What less than doomsday is the prince's doom? Friar Laurence. A gentler judgment Not body's death, but body's banishment. Romeo. Ha, banishment! be merciful, say death, For exile hath more terror in his look, Much more than death; do not say banishment. Friar Laurence. Hence from Verona art thou banished; Be patient, for the world is broad and wide. Romeo. There is no world without Verona walls, But purgatory, torture, hell itself. Hence banished is banish'd from the world, 20 And world's Is death misterm'd; calling death banishment Thou cutt'st my head off with a golden axe, And smil'st upon the stroke that murthers me. Friar Laurence. O deadly sin! O rude unthankfulness! Thy fault our law calls death; but the kind prince, Taking thy part, hath And turn'd that black word death to banishment. This is Romeo. 'Tis torture, and not mercy; 30 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 More honourable state, more In carrion-flies than Romeo. They may seize On the white wonder of dear Juliet's hand And steal immortal blessing from her lips, Still blush, as thinking their own kisses sin; 40 But Romeo may not, he is banished. This may flies do, when I from this must fly; They are And say'st thou yet that exile is not death? Hadst thou no poison mix'd, no sharp-ground knife, No sudden But 'banished' to kill me?—Banished! O friar, the damned use that word in hell, Being a divine, a ghostly 50 A sin-absolver, and my friend profess'd, To mangle me with that word 'banished'? Friar Laurence. Thou Romeo. O, thou wilt speak again of banishment. Friar Laurence. I'll give thee armour to keep off that word; To comfort thee, though thou art banished. Romeo. Yet 'banished'? Hang up philosophy! Unless philosophy can make a Juliet, It helps not, it Friar Laurence. O, then I see that madmen have no ears. Romeo. How should they, Friar Laurence. Let me Romeo. Thou canst not speak of that thou dost not feel. Wert thou as young as I, Juliet thy love, An hour but married, Tybalt murthered, Doting like me and like me banished, Then mightst thou speak, then mightst thou tear thy hair, And fall upon the ground, as I do now, 70 Friar Laurence. Arise; one knocks. Good Romeo, hide thyself. Romeo. Not I; unless the breath of heart-sick groans Mist-like infold me from the search of eyes. [Knocking. Friar Laurence. Hark, how they knock!—Who's there?—Romeo, arise; Thou wilt be taken.—Stay awhile!—Stand up; [Knocking. Run to my study.—By and by!—God's will, 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. 80 Friar Laurence.Welcome, then. Enter Nurse Nurse. O holy friar, O, tell me, holy friar, Where is my lady's lord, where's Romeo? Friar Laurence. There on the ground, with his own tears made drunk. Nurse. O, he is even in my mistress' case, Just in her case! Friar Laurence. Piteous predicament! Nurse.Even so lies she, Blubbering and weeping, weeping and blubbering.— Stand up, stand up; stand, an you be a man. For Juliet's sake, for her sake, rise and stand. 90 Why should you fall into so deep an Romeo. Nurse! Nurse. Ah sir! ah sir! Well, death's the end of all. Romeo. Spak'st thou of Juliet? how is it with her? Doth she not think me an Now I have stain'd the childhood of our joy With blood remov'd but little from her own? Where is she? and how doth she? and what says Nurse. O, she says nothing, sir, but weeps and weeps; 100 And now falls on her bed; and then starts up, And Tybalt calls; and then on Romeo cries, And then down falls again. Romeo.As if that name, Shot from the deadly Did murther her, as that name's cursed hand Murther'd her kinsman.—O, tell me, friar, tell me, In what vile part of this Doth my name lodge? tell me, that I may sack The hateful mansion. [Drawing his sword. Friar Laurence. Thy tears are womanish, thy wild acts denote The unreasonable fury of a beast. Unseemly woman in a seeming man! Or Thou hast amaz'd me; by my holy order, I thought thy disposition Hast thou slain Tybalt? wilt thou slay thyself? And slay thy lady too that lives in thee, By Since birth and heaven and earth, all three do meet In thee at once, which thou at once wouldst lose. Fie, fie, thou sham'st thy shape, thy love, thy Which, like a usurer, abound'st in all, 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, Thy dear love sworn, but hollow perjury, Killing that love which thou hast vow'd to cherish; Thy wit, that ornament to shape and love, Misshapen in the conduct of them both, Is set a-fire by thine own ignorance, 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 140 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 misbehav'd and sullen wench, Thou 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, 150 Where thou shalt live till we can find a time To Beg pardon of the prince, and call thee back With twenty hundred thousand times more joy Than thou went'st forth in Go before, nurse, commend me to thy lady, And bid her hasten all the house to bed, Which heavy sorrow makes them Romeo is coming. Nurse. O Lord, I could have stay'd here all the night 160 To hear good counsel; O, what learning is!— My lord, I'll tell my lady you will come. Romeo. 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. Romeo. How well my comfort is reviv'd by this! Friar Laurence. Go hence; good night; and 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, 170 And he shall signify from time to time Every Give me thy hand; 'tis late: farewell; good night. Romeo. But that a joy past joy calls out on me, It were a grief, Farewell. [Exeunt. Scene IV.A Room in Capulet's House Enter Capulet, Lady Capulet, and Paris Enter Romeo and Juliet Juliet. Wilt thou be gone? it is not yet near day. It was the nightingale, and not the lark, That pierc'd the fearful hollow of thine ear; Believe me, love, it was the nightingale. Romeo. It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale; look, love, what envious streaks Do Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops. I must be gone and live, or stay and die. Juliet. Yon light is not daylight, I know it, I. It is To be to thee this night a And light thee on thy way to Mantua; Therefore stay yet, thou need'st not to be gone. Romeo. Let me be ta'en, let me be put to death; I am content, so thou wilt have it so. I'll say 20 'Tis but I have more care to stay than will to go; Come, death, and welcome! Juliet wills it so. How is 't, my soul? let's talk, it is not day. Juliet. 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. 30 This doth not so, for she divideth us. Some say O, now I would they had chang'd voices too! Since arm from arm that voice doth us Hunting thee hence with O, now be gone; more light and light it grows. Romeo. More light and light?—More dark and dark our woes! Enter Nurse Nurse. Madam! Juliet. Nurse? Nurse. Your lady mother is coming to your chamber. The day is broke; be wary, look about. [Exit. 41 Juliet. Then, window, let day in, and let life out. Romeo. Farewell, farewell! one kiss, and I'll descend. [Romeo descends. Juliet. Art thou gone so? I must hear from thee every For in a minute there are many days. O, by this count I shall be much in years Ere I again behold my Romeo! Romeo. Farewell! I will omit no opportunity That may convey my greetings, love, to thee. 50 Juliet. O, think'st thou we shall ever meet again? Romeo. I doubt it not; and all these woes shall serve For sweet discourses in our time to come. Juliet. O God, Methinks I see thee, now thou art As one dead in the bottom of a tomb; Either my eyesight fails, or thou look'st pale. Romeo. And trust me, love, in my eye so do you; Juliet. O Fortune, Fortune! all men call thee fickle; 60 If thou art fickle, what dost thou with him That is renown'd for faith? Be fickle, Fortune; For then, I hope, thou wilt not keep him long, But send him back. Lady Capulet. [Within] Ho, daughter! are you up? Juliet. Who is 't that calls? is it my lady mother? Is she not What unaccustom'd cause Enter Lady Capulet Lady Capulet. Juliet.Madam, I am not well. Lady Capulet. Evermore weeping for your cousin's death? What, wilt thou An if thou couldst, thou couldst not make him live; Therefore, have done. Some grief shows much of love, But much of grief shows still some want of Juliet. Yet let me weep for such a Lady Capulet. So shall you feel the loss, but not the friend Which you weep for. Juliet.Feeling so the loss, I cannot choose but ever weep the friend. Lady Capulet. Well, girl, thou weep'st not so much for his death As that the villain lives which slaughter'd him. Juliet. What villain, madam? Lady Capulet.That same villain, Romeo. 80 Juliet. Villain and he be many miles asunder.— God pardon him! I do, with all my heart; And yet no man Lady Capulet. That is, because the traitor murtherer lives. Juliet. Would none but I might venge my cousin's death! Lady Capulet. We will have vengeance for it, fear thou not; Then weep no more. I'll send to one Where that same banish'd runagate doth live, That he shall soon keep Tybalt company; And then, I hope, thou wilt be satisfied. Juliet. Indeed, With Romeo, till I behold him—dead— Is my poor heart so for a kinsman vex'd.— Madam, if you could find out but a man To bear a poison, I would Soon sleep in quiet. O, how my heart abhors To hear him nam'd, and cannot come to him, 100 To wreak the love I bore my Upon his body that hath slaughter'd him! Lady Capulet. Find thou the means, and I'll find such a man. But now I'll tell thee joyful tidings, girl. Lady Capulet. Well, well, thou hast a careful father, child; One who, to put thee from thy heaviness, Hath That thou expect'st not, 110 Juliet. Madam, Lady Capulet. Marry, my child, early next Thursday morn, The gallant, young, and noble gentleman, The Shall happily make thee there a joyful bride. Juliet. Now, by Saint Peter's Church and Peter too, He shall not make me there a joyful bride. I wonder at this haste; that I must wed Ere he that should be husband comes to woo. I pray you, tell my lord and father, madam, 120 I will not marry yet; and, when I do, It shall be Romeo, whom you know I hate, Rather than Paris. Lady Capulet. Here comes your father; tell him so yourself, And see how he will take it at your hands. Enter Capulet and Nurse Capulet. When the sun sets, But for the sunset of my brother's son It rains downright.— How now! a Thou counterfeit'st a bark, a sea, a wind: For still thy eyes, which I may call the sea, Do ebb and flow with tears; the bark thy body is, Sailing in this salt flood; the winds, thy sighs, Without a sudden calm, will overset Thy tempest-tossed body.—How now, wife! Have you deliver'd to her our decree? Lady Capulet. Ay, sir; but I would the fool were married to her grave! 140 Capulet. Soft! take me with you, How! will she none? doth she not give us thanks? Is she not proud? doth she not count her blest, Unworthy as she is, that we have So worthy a gentleman to be her Juliet. Not proud you have, but thankful that you have; Proud can I never be of what I hate, But thankful even for hate that is meant love. Capulet. How now, how now, 'Proud' and 'I thank you' and 'I thank you not,' 150 And yet 'not proud'! Mistress But To go with Paris to Saint Peter's Church, Or I will drag thee on a hurdle thither. You tallow-face! Lady Capulet. Fie, fie! what, are you mad? Juliet. Good father, I beseech you on my knees, Hear me with patience but to speak a word. Capulet. Hang thee, young baggage! disobedient wretch! 160 I tell thee what, get thee to church o' Thursday Or never after look me in the face. Speak not, reply not, do not answer me; My fingers itch.—Wife, we scarce thought us blest That God had But now I see this one is one too much, And that we have a curse in having her; Out on her, Nurse.God in heaven bless her! You are to blame, my lord, to rate her so. Capulet. And why, my lady wisdom? hold your tongue, 170 Good prudence; smatter with your gossips, go. Nurse. I speak no treason. Capulet.O, Nurse. May not one speak? Lady Capulet.You are too hot. Capulet. At home, abroad, alone, in company, Waking, or sleeping, still my care hath been To have her match'd; and having now provided A gentleman of noble parentage, 180 Of fair demesnes, youthful, and nobly train'd, Proportion'd as one's thought would wish a man,— And then to have a wretched puling fool, A whining To answer 'I'll not wed; I cannot love, I am too young; I pray you, pardon me.'— But, an you will not wed, I'll pardon you; Graze where you will, you shall not house with me. Look to 't, think on 't, I do not 190 Thursday is near; An you be mine, I'll give you to my friend; An you be not, hang, beg, starve, die in the streets, For, by my soul, I'll ne'er acknowledge thee, Nor what is mine shall never do thee good. Trust to 't, bethink you; I'll not be forsworn. [Exit. Juliet. Is there no pity sitting in the clouds, That sees into the bottom of my grief? O, Delay this marriage for a month, a week; 200 Or, if you do not, make the bridal bed In that dim monument where Tybalt lies. Lady Capulet. Talk not to me, for I'll not speak a word; Do as thou wilt, for I have done with thee. [Exit. Juliet. O God!—O nurse, how shall this be prevented? My husband is on earth, my faith in heaven; How shall that faith return again to earth, Unless that husband send it me from heaven By leaving earth? comfort me, counsel me.— Alack, alack, that heaven 210 Upon so soft a subject as myself!— What say'st thou? hast thou not a word of joy? Some comfort, nurse. Nurse. Is banished, and all the world to nothing That he dares ne'er come back to challenge you; Or, if he do, it needs must be by stealth. Then, since the case so stands as now it doth, I think it best you married with the county. O, he's a lovely gentleman! Romeo's a dishclout to him; an eagle, madam, 220 Hath not so As Paris hath. I think you are happy in this second match, For it excels your first; or if it did not, Your first is dead, or 'twere as good he were As living Juliet. Speakest thou from thy heart? Nurse.And from my soul too; Or else beshrew them both. Juliet.Amen! Nurse.What? Juliet. Well, thou hast comforted me marvellous much. Go in, and tell my lady I am gone, 230 Having displeas'd my father, to Laurence' cell, To make confession and to be absolv'd. Nurse. Marry, I will; and this is wisely done. [Exit. Juliet. Or to dispraise my lord with that same tongue Which she hath prais'd him with above So many thousand times?—Go, counsellor; Thou and my bosom henceforth shall be twain.— I'll to the friar, to know his remedy; If all else fail, myself have power to die. [Exit. Juliet at Laurence's Cell. |
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