« PreviousContinue »
Nurse. Now, afore God, I am so vext, that Pet. Anon? every part about me quivers. Scurvy knave !- Nurse. Peter, take my fan, and go
before. Pray you, sir, a word: and, as I told you, my
[Exeunt. young lady bade me enquire you out; what she
SCENE V. bade me say, I will keep to myself: but first let) 5 tell ye, if ye should lead her into a fool's pa
Capulet's Garden. radise, as they say, it were a very gross kind of
Enter Juliet. behaviour, as they say: for the gentlewoman is Jul. The clock struck nine, when I did send young; and, therefore, if you should deal double
the nurse; with her, truly, it were an ill thing to be offered 10 In half an hour she promis’d to return. [s0.to any gentlewoman, and very weak dealing. Perchance, she cannot meet him ;-that's not
Roin. Nurse, commend me to thy lady and 10, she is laine! love's heralds should be thoughts, mistress. I protest unto thee,
Which ten times faster glide than the sun's beams, Nurse. Good heart! and, i' faith, I will tell Driving back shadows over lowring hills: her as much: Lord, lord, she will be a joyful 15 Therefore do nimble-pinion'd doves draw love,
And therefore hath the wind-swift Cupid wings. Rom. What wilt thou tell her, nurse? thou Now is the sun upon the highmost hill dost not mark me.
Of this day's journey; and froin nine till twelve Nurse. I will tell her, sir,—that you do protest; Is three long hours, - yet she is not come. which, as I take it, is a gentleman-like offer. 20 Had she affections, and warın youthful blood, Rom. Bid her devise some means to come to She'd be as swift in motion as a ball; shrift
My words would bandy her to my sweet love, This afternoon;
And his to me: And there she shall at friar Lawrence' cell But old folks, many feign as they were dead: Be shriv’d, and marry'd. liere is for thy pains.Unwieldy, slow, heavy and pale as lead. Nurse. No, truly, sir ; not a penny.
Enter Nurse, with Peter. Rom. Go to; I say you shall.
O God, she comes !_0 honey nurse, what news? Nurse. This afternoon, sir? well, she shall be Hast thou met with him? Send thy man away. there. [wall: Nurse. Peter, stay at the gate.
[Exit Peier. Rom. And stay, good nurse, behind the abbey 30 Jul. Now, good sweet nurse,_0 lord! why Within this hour my man shall be with thee;
look'st thou sad? And bring thee cords made like a tackled stair', Though neus be sad, yet tell them merrily; Which to the high top-gallant ? of my joy If good, thou sham’st the musick of sweet news Must be my convoy in the secret night.
By playing it to me with so sour a face. Farewell!-Be trusty, and I'll quit thy pains. 135 Nurse. I am aweary, give me leave a while;Farewell !—Commend me to thy mistress. Fie, how my bones ache! What a jaunt have I Nurse. Now God in heaven bless thee!--Hark
Jul. I would, thou hadst my bones, and I thy Rom. What say'st thou, my dear nurse? Nay, come, I pray thee, speak;—good, good Nurse. Is your man secret? Did you ne'er 40 nurse, speak.
Nurse. What haste? can you not stay a while? Two may keep counsel, putting one away
? Do you not see, that I am out of breath? Rom. I warrant thee; my man's as true as steel. Júl. How art thou out of breath, when thou Nurse. Well, sir; my mistress is the sweetest
hast breath lady-Lord, lord !—when 'twas a little prating 45 To say to me that thou art out of breath? thing,--0,--there's a nobleman in town, one The excuse, that thou dost make in this delay, Paris, that would fain lay knife aboard; but she, Is longer than the tale thou dost excuse. good soul, had as lieve see a toad, a very toad, as Is thy news good, or bad? answer to that; see him. I anger her sometimes, and tell her that Say either, and I'll stay the circumstance: Paris is the properer man; but, I'll warrant you, 50 Let me be satisfied; Iš’t good or bad? when I say so, she looks as pale as any clout in Nurse. Well, you have made a simple choice; the varsal world. Doth not rosemary and Romeo you know not how to choose a man: Romeo! no, begin both with a letter?
not he; though his face be better than any man's, Rom. Ay, nurse; What of that? both with yet his leg excels al} men's; and for a hand, and a
Nurse. Ah, mocker! that 's the dog's name.55 foot, and a body,—though they be not to be talk'd R is for the dog. No; I know it begins with on, yet they are past compare : He is not the some other letter: and she hath the prettiest sen- power of courtesy, but, I'll warrant him, as gentle tentious of it, of you and rosemary, that it would as a lamb.-Go thy ways, wench; serve God: do you good to hear it.
din'd at home? Rom. Commend me to thy lady. [Exit. 60 Jul. No, no: But all this I did know before; Aurse. Ay, a thousand times.---Peter! What
says he of our marriage? what of that? · Like stairs of rope in the tackle of a ship, ? The top-gallant is the highest extremity of the mast ot' a ship.
Nurse. Lord, how my head akcs! what a heads That after-hours with sorrow chide us not! have I!
Rom. Ainen, amen! but come what sorrow can, It beats as it would fall in twenty pieces.
It cannot countervail the exchange of joy My back o' the other side,–0, my back, my That one short minute gives ine in her sight: back!
5 Do thou but close our hands with holy words, Beshrew your heart, for sending me about, Then love-devouring death do what he dare, To catch my death with jaunting up and down! It is enough I may but call her mine.
Jul. I' faith, I am sorry that thou art not well: Friar. These violent delights have violent ends, Sweet, sweet, sweet nurse, tell me what says my And in their triumph die; like fire, and powder, love?
10 Which, as they kiss, consume: The sweetest Nurse. Your love says like an honest gentleman,
honey And a courteous, and a kind, and a handsome, and Is loathsome in his own deliciousness, I warrant, a virtuous:- Where is your mother? And in the taste confounds the appetite:
Jul. Where is my mother?--why, she is within ; Therefore, love moderately; long love doth so; Where should she be? Howoddly thou reply'st? |15 Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow; Your lore says like an honest gentleman,
Enter Juliet. Where is your mother?
Here comes the lady :-0, so light a foot Nurse. 0, God's lady dear!
Will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint; Are
you so hot? Marry, come up, I trow; A lover may bestride the gossamour? Is this the poultice for my aking bones? 20 That idles in the wanton summer air, Henceforward do your messages yourself. And yet not fall; so light is vanity. Jul. Here's such a coil ;-Come, what says Jul. Good even to my ghostly confessor. Romeo?
Friar. Romeo shall thank thee, daughter, for Nurse. Have you got leave to go to shrift to-day
inuch. Jul. I have.
(cell, 25 Jul. As much to him, else are his thanks too Nurse. Then hie you hence to friar Lawrence' Rom. Ah, Juliet, if the measure of thy joy There stays a husband to niake you a wife: Be heap'd like mine, and that thy skill be more Now comes the wanton blood up in your cheeks, To blazon it, then sweeten with thy breath They'll be in scarlet straight at any news. This neighbour air, and let rich musick's tongue Hie you to church; I must another way, 30 Unfold the imagin'd happiness that both To fetch a ladder, by the which your love Receive in either by this dear encounter. Must climb a bird's nest soon, when it is dark: Jul. Conceit, more rich in matter than in words, I am the drudge, and toil in your delight; Brags of his substance, not of ornament: But you shall bear the burthen soon at night. They are but beggars that can count their worth; Go, I'll to dinner; hie you to the cell. 35 But my true love is grown to such excess, Jul. Hie to high fortune!--honest nurse,
fare- I cannot sum up half my sum of wealth. well.
[Excunt. Friar. Come, come with me, and we will SCENE VI.
make short work ; Friar Lawrence's Cell.
For, by your leaves, you shall not stay alone, Enter Friar Lawrence, and Romeo. 40 Till holy church incorporate two in one, Friar. So smile the heavens upon this holy act,
150 Ben. Am I like such a fellow?
Mer. Come, come, thou art as hot a Jack in A Street.
thy mood as any in Italy; and as soon mov'd to Enter Mercutio, Benvolio, Page, and Servants. be moody, and as soon inoody to be moy'd. Ben. PRAY thee, good Mercutio, let's retire; Ben. And what to?
The day is hot, the Capulets abroad, 55 Mer. Nav, an there were two such, we should And, if we meet, we shall not 'scape a brawl; have none shortly, for one would kill the other. For now, these hot days, is the mad blood stirring. Thou ! why thou wilt quarrel with a man that
Mer. Thou art like one of those fellows, that, hath a hair more, or a hair less, in his beard, than when he enters the confines of a tavern, claps me thou hast. Thou wilt quarrel with a man for his sword upon the table, and says, God send me no 60 cracking nuts, having no other reason but beneed of thee! and, by the operation of the second cause thou hast hazel eyes; what eye, but such cup, draws it on the drawer, when, indeed, there an eye, would spy out such a quarrel? Thy is no need,
lhead is as full of quarrels, as an egg is full of meat;
! See note 3, p. 957.
and yet thy head hath been beaten as addle as an your nine lives; that I mean to make bold withal, egg, for quarrelling. Thou hast quarrelld with a and, as you shall use me hereafter, dry-beat the man for coughing in the street, because he hath |rest of the eight. Will you pluck your sword out waken’d thy dog that hath lain asleep in the sun. of his pilcher by the ears? make haste, lest mine Didst thou not fall out with a taylor for wearing| 5 |be about your ears ere it be out. his new doublet before Easter? with another, for Tyb. Jam for you.
[Drawing. tying his new shoes with old ribband? and yet Rom. Gentle Mercutio, put thy rapier up: thou wilt tutor me for quarrelling!
Mer. Come, sir, your passado. [They fight. Ben. An I were so apt to quarrel as thou art, Rom. Draw, Benvolio; any man should buy the fee-simple of my life 10 Bear down their weapons:-Gentlemen,for shame for an hour and a quarter.
Forbear this outrage ;
-Tybalt-Mercutio, Mer. The fee-simple? O simple!
The prince expressly hatli forbid this bandying Enter Tybult, and others.
In Verona streets:-hold, Tybalt;-good VerBen. By my head, here come the Capulets.
[Exit Tybult. Mer. By my heel, I care not. [them.—15
Mer. I am hurt; Tyb. Follow me close, for I will speak to A plague o' both the houses !-I am sped:Gentlemen, good den: a word with one of
you. Is he gone, and hath nothing? Mer. And but one word with one of us? Ben. What, art thou hurt? [enough. Couple it with something; make it a word and a Aler. Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch ; marry, 'tis blow.
20Where is my page?--go, villain, fetch a surgeon. Tyb. You shall find me apt enough to that, sir,
[Exit Puge. if you will give me occasion.
Rom. Courage, man; the hurt cannot be inuch. Mer. Could you not take some occasion with Mler. No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide out giving?
as a church door; but ’tis enough; 'will serve: Tyb. Mercutio, thou consort'st with Romeo,— 25 ask for me to-morrow, and you shall find me a Mer. Consort ! what, dost thou make us min
I am pepper'd, I warrant, for this strels? an thou make minstrels of us, look to hear world.--A plague o' both your houses ! What! a nothing but discords: here's my fiddlestick; here's dog, a rat,a mouse, a cat,to scratch a man to death! that shall make you dance. 'Zounds, consort! a braggart, a rogue, a villain, that fights by the
Ben. We talk here in the public haunt of men : 30 book of arithmetick!-Wly, the devil, came Either withdraw into some private place,
you between us? I was hurt under your arm. Or reason coldly of your grievances,
Rom. I thought all for the best. Or else de part; here all eyes gaze on us.
Mer. Help me into some house, Benvolio, Mer. Men's eyes were made to look, and let Or I shall faint. -A plague o' both your houses !
35 They have made worm's meat of me: I will not budge for no man's pleasure, I, I have it, and soundly too:-Your houses! Enter Romeo.
[Exeunt Mercutio, and Benvolio. Tyb. Well, peace be with you, sir ! here comes Rom. This gentleman, the prince's ncar ally, my man.
[livery My very friend, hath got his mortal hurt Mer. But I'll be hang'd, sir, if he wear your 40 In my behalt; my reputation stain'd Marry, go first to field, he 'll be your follower; With Tybalt's slander, Tybalt, that an hour Your
worship, in that sense, may call him—man. Hath been my kinsman :-0 sweet Juliet, Tyb. Romeo, the hate I bear thee, can afford Thy beauty hath made me efieminate, No better term than this-Thou art a villain. And in my temper soften’d valour's steel. Rom.Tybalt, thereason that I have to love thee 45
Re-enter Benvolio. Doth much excuse the appertaining rage
Ben.O Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio's dead; To such a greeting :-Villain I am none; That gallant spirit hath aspir'd the clouds, Therefore tarewell; I see thou know'st ine not. Which too untimely here did scorn the earth.
Tyb. Boy, this shall not excuse the injuries Rom. This day's black fate on more days doth That thou hast done me; therefore turn and 50 depene;
Rom. I do protest, I never injur'd thee; (draw This but begins the woe, others must end. But love thee better than thou canst devise,
Re-enter Tybalt. "Till thou shalt know the reason of my love : Ben. Here comes the furious Tybalt back again. And so, good Capulet,—which name I tender Rom. Alive! in triumph! and Mercutio slain! As dearly as my own, be satisfied.
55 Away to heaven, respective lenity, Mer: () calm, dishonourable, vile submission! And tiré-ey'd fury be my conduct now !-A la stoccata - carries it away.-
Now, Tybalt, take the villain back again, Tybalt, you rat-catcher, will you walk? That late thou gav'st me; for Mercutio's soul
Tyb. What would'st thou have with me? Is but a little way above our heads,
1 Stoccata is the Italian term for a thrust or stab with a rapier. * Dr. Warburton says, we should read pilche, which signifies a cloke or coat of skins, meaning the scabbard. 3i. e. This day's unhappy destiny hangs over the days yet to come. There will yet be more mischief.
Or thou, or I, or both shall follow hin. [here, This is the truth, or let Benvolio die.
Tyb.Thou wretched boy, that didst consort him La. Cup. He is a kinsman to the Montague, Shalt with him hence.
Affection makes him false, he speaks not true : Rom. This shall deterniine that.
Some twenty of them fought in this black strife, [They fight. Tybalt falls. 5 And all those twenty could but kill one life: Ben. Romeo, away, be gone!
I beg for justice, which thou, prince, must give; The citizens are up, and Tybalt slain [death, Roineo slew Tybalt, Romeo must not live. Stand not amaz’d; the prince will dooin thee Prin. Romeo slew him, he slew Mercutio ; If thou art taken:-hence!-be gone!-away! Who now the price of his dear blood doth owe? Rom. O! I am fortune's fool!
10 La. Mon. Not Romeo, prince; he was MerBen. Why dost thou stay?
cutio's friend; Enter Citizens, &c.
His fault concludes but what the law should end, Cit. Which way ran he that kill'd Mercutio ? The life of Tybalt. Tybalt, that murderer, which way ran he ? Prin. And, for that offence, Ben. There lies that Tybalt.
15 Immediately we do exile him hence : Cit. Up, sir, go with me;
I have an interest in your hates' proceeding, (ing; I charge thee in the prince's name, obey: My blood for your rude brawls doth lie a-bleedEnter Prince, Montague, Capulet, their lives, 8c. But I'll amerce you with so strong a fine,
Prin. Where are the vilebeginners of this fray That you shall all repent the loss of mine : Ben. O, noble prince, I can discover all 201 will be deaf to pleading and excuses ; The unlucky manage of this fatal brawl: Nor tears, nor prayers, shall purchase out abuses, There lies the man, slain by young Romeo, Therefore use none : let Romeo hence in haste, That slew thy kinsman, brave Mercutio.
Else, when he's found, that hour is his last. La. Cap. Tybalt, my cousin !—0 my bro- Bear hence this body, and attend our will: ther's child !
125 Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill, Oprince !-O husband !-0, the blood is spilla
[Exeunt. Of my dear kinsman!— Prince, as thou art true?, For blood of ours, shed blood of Montague.
An Apartment in Capulet's House.
Enter Juliet. did slay;
Jul. Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds, Romeo that spoke him fair, bid him bethink Towards Phæbus' mansion ; such a waggoner How nice' the quarrel was, and urg'd withal As Phaeton would whip you to the west, Your high displeasure: all this—utter'd 35 And bring in cloudy night immediately With gentle breath, calm look, knees humbly Spread thy close curtain, love-performing night! ! bow'd,
That run-away's eyes may wink *; and Romeo Could not take truce with the unruly spleen Leap to these arms, untalk'd of, and unseen! Of Tybalt deaf to peace, but that he tilts Lovers can see to do their amorous rites With piercing steei at bold Mercutio's breast; 40 By their own beauties : or, if love be blind, Who, all as hot, turns deadly point to point, It best agrees with night.-Come, civil' night, And, with a martial scorn, with one hand beats Thou sober-suited matron, all in black, Cold death aside, and with the other sends And learn me how to lose a winning match, It back to Tybalt, whose dexterity
Play'd for a pair of stainless maiden-hoods : Retorts it: Romeo he cries aloud,
45 Hood my unmann'd blood baiting in my cheeks, Hold, friends! friends, part! and, swifter than With thy black mantle ; 'till strange love grown his tongue,
bold, His agile arm beats down their fatal points, Thinks true love acted, simple modesty. [night! And 'twixt them rushes ; underneath whose arm Come, night!--Come, Romeo! come, thou day in An envious thrust from Tybalt hit the life 50 For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night Of stout Mercutio, and then Tybalt fled: Whiter than new snow on a raven's back. But by-and-by comes back to Romeo,
Come, gentle night; come, loving, black-brow'd Who had but newly entertain'd revenge,
night, And to't they go like lightning; for, ere I Give me my Romeo : and when he shall die, Could draw to part them, was stout Tybalt slain ; 55 Take him and cut him out in little stars, And, as he fell, did Romeo turn and fly: And he will make the face of heaven so fine,
'I am always running in the way of evil fortune, like the fool in the play. ?i. e. as thou art just and upright. ? how slight, how unimportant, how petty.. ^ Juliet would have night's darkness obscure the great eye of the day, the sun ; whom considering in a poetical light as Phæbus, drawn in his car with piery-footed steeds, and posting through the heavens, she very properly calls him, with regard to the swiftness of his course, the run-away. * Civil is grave, decently solemn. 6 These are terms of falconry. An unmanned hawk is one that is not brought to endure company.—Bating is fluttering with the wings as striving to fly away, 3 R 4
That all the world shall be in love with night, Beautiful tyrant! fiend angelical !
Dove-feather'd raven! wolvish-ravening lamb! O, I have bought the mansion of a love,
Despised substance of divinest show!
yet enjoy'd : So tedious is this day, 5 A damned saint, an honourable villain ! As is the night before some festival
10, nature! what hadst thou to do in hell, To an impatient child, that hath new robes, When thou didst bower the spirit of a fiend And may not wear them. O, here comes my nurse, In mortal paradise of such sweet flesh :
Was ever book, containing such vile matter, Enter Nurse, with cords.
10 So fairly bound > 0, that deceit should dwell And she brings news; and every tongue,thatspeaks In such a gorgeous palace ! But Romeo's name, speaks heavenly eloquence.-- Nurse. There's no trust, Now, nurse, what news? What hast thou there: No faith, no honesty in men; all perjur’d, the cords,
All forsworn, all nought, all dissemblers. — That Romeo bid thee fetch ?
15 Ah, where's my man? give me some aqua rita:Nurse. Ay, ay, the cords.
These griefs, these woes, these sorrows make me Jul. Ay me! what news? why dost thou wring
old. thy hands?
[dead Shame come to Romeo! Nurse. Ah well-a-day! he's dead, he's dead, he's Jul. Blister'd be thy tongue, We are undone, lady, we are undone !
20 For such a wish! he was not born to shame: Alack the day !--he's gone, he's kill'd, he's dead! Upon his brow shame is asham'd to sit; Jul. Can heaven be so envious ?
For 'tis a throne where honour may be crown'd Nurse. Romeo can,
Sole monarch of the universal earth. Though heaven cannot:-O Romeo! Romeo !- 0, what a beast was I to chide at him! Who ever would have thought it ?—Romeo! Nurse. Will you speak well of him that kill'd Jul. What devil art thou, that dost torment
your cousin ? me thus?
Jul. Shall I speak ill of him that is my husband? This torture should be roar'd in dismal hell.
1h, poor my lord, what tongue shall smooth thy Hath Romeo slain himself? say thou but I,
nanie, And that bare vowel I shall poison more 30 When I, thy three-hours wife, have mangled it :Than the death-darting eye of cockatriçe : But wheretore, villain, didst thou kill my cousin ? I am not I, if there be such an I;
That villain cousin would have kill'd my husband; Or those eyes shut, that make thee answer, 1. Back, foolish tears, back to your native spring; If he be slain, say–1; or if not, no:
Your tributary drops belong to woe, Brief sounds determine of my weal, or woe. 35 Which you, mistaking, offer up to joy. Nurse. I saw the wound, I saw it with mine My hushand lives, that Tybalt would have slain; eyes,
AndTybaltdead, that wouldhaveslainmyhusband: God save the mark!—here on his manly breast : all this is comfort ; Wherefore weep I then: A piteous corse, a bloody piteous corse;
some word there was worser than Tybalt's death, Pale, pale as ashes, all bedaub'd in blood, 40 That murder'd me: I would forget it fain; All in gore blood :- 1 sownded at the sight. But, O! it presses to my memory, Jul. O break, my heart!-poor bankrupt, break Like damned guilty deeds to sinners' minds: at once!
Tybalt is dead, ani Romeombunished: To prison, eyes! ne'er look on liberty! That-banished, that one word—banished, Vile earth, to earth resign; end motion here ; 145 Hath slain ten thousand Tybalts!. Tybalt's death And thou, and Romeo, press one heavy bier! Was woe enough, if it had ended there :
Nurs.O Tybalt, Tybalt, the best friend I had! Or,—if sour woe delights in fellowship, O courteous Tybalt! honest gentleman ! And needly will be rank'd with other griefs, That ever I should live to see thee dead!
follow'd not, wher, she said_Tybalt's dead, Jul. What storm is this that blows so contrary 150 Thy father, or thy mother, nay, or both, Is Romeo slaughter'd? and is Tybalt dead ? Which modern lamentation might have mov'd? My dear-lov'd cousin, and my
dearer lord?- But, with a rear-ward following Tybalt's death, Then, creadful trumpet, sound the general doom! Romeo is banished, -to speak that word, For who is living, if those two are gone?
is father, mother, Tybalt, Romeo, Juliet, Nurse. Tybalt is gone, and Romeo banish’d; 155 All slain, all dead :- Romeo is banished, Romeo, that kill'd him, he is banish'd;
There is no end, no limit, measure, bound, Jul. O God !-did Romeo's hand shed Tybalt's in that word's death; no words can that woe blood ?
sound. Nurse. It did, it did; alas the day! it did. Where is my father, and my mother, nurse?
Jul. ( serpent heart, hid with a flow'rin: 60 Nurse. Weeping and wailingoverTybalt'scorse: Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave? (face! Will you go to them? I will bring you thither.
· Garish is gaudy, showy: 2 In our author's time, the affirmative adverb ay was generally written I: and by this means it both becomes a vowel, and answers in sound to eye, upon which the conceit turns in the second line. Hath put Tybalt out of my mind, as if out of being.