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.Bear hence this body and attend our will:Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill.[Exeunt]--------------------------------------"scene" 2Scene 2[Capulet's orchard.][Enter JULIET]JULIETGallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds,Towards Phoebus' lodging: such a wagonerAs Phaethon would whip you to the west,And bring in cloudy night immediately.Spread thy close curtain, love-performing night,That runaway's eyes may wink and RomeoLeap to these arms, untalk'd of and unseen.Lovers can see to do their amorous ritesBy 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,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 nightWhiter than new snow on a raven's back.Come, gentle night, come, loving, black-brow'd night,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 fineThat all the world will be in love with nightAnd pay no worship to the garish sun.O, I have bought the mansion of a love,But not possess'd it, and, though I am sold,Not yet enjoy'd: so tedious is this dayAs is the night before some festivalTo an impatient child that hath new robesAnd may not wear them.O, here comes my nurse,And she brings news; and every tongue that speaksBut Romeo's name speaks heavenly eloquence.[Enter Nurse, with cords]Now, nurse, what news? What hast thou there? the cordsThat Romeo bid thee fetch?NurseAy, ay, the cords.[Throws them down]JULIETAy me! what news? why dost thou wring thy hands?NurseAh, 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!JULIETCan heaven be so envious?NurseRomeo can,Though heaven cannot: O Romeo, Romeo!Who ever would have thought it? Romeo!JULIETWhat 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,'And that bare vowel 'I' shall poison moreThan the death-darting eye of cockatrice:I am not I, if there be such an I;Or those eyes shut, that make thee answer 'I.'If he be slain, say 'I'; or if not, no:Brief sounds determine of my weal or woe.NurseI saw the wound, I saw it with mine eyes, --God save the mark! -- here on his manly breast:A piteous corse, a bloody piteous corse;Pale, pale as ashes, all bedaub'd in blood,All in gore-blood; I swounded at the sight.JULIETO, 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!NurseO Tybalt, Tybalt, the best friend I had!O courteous Tybalt! honest gentleman!That ever I should live to see thee dead!JULIETWhat storm is this that blows so contrary?Is Romeo slaughter'd, and is Tybalt dead?My dear-loved cousin, and my dearer lord?Then, dreadful trumpet, sound the general doom!For who is living, if those two are gone?NurseTybalt is gone, and Romeo banished;Romeo that kill'd him, he is banished.JULIETO God! did Romeo's hand shed Tybalt's blood?NurseIt did, it did; alas the day, it did!JULIETO serpent heart, hid with a flowering face!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!O nature, what hadst thou to do in hell,When thou didst bower the spirit of a fiendIn moral paradise of such sweet flesh?Was ever book containing such vile matterSo fairly bound? O that deceit should dwellIn such a gorgeous palace!NurseThere's no trust,No faith, no honesty in men; all perjured,All forsworn, all naught, all dissemblers.Ah, where's my man? give me some aqua vitae:These griefs, these woes, these sorrows make me old.Shame come to Romeo!JULIETBlister'd be thy tongueFor such a wish! he was not born to shame:Upon his brow shame is ashamed to sit;For 'tis a throne where honour may be crown'dSole monarch of the universal earth.O, what a beast was I to chide at him!NurseWill you speak well of him that kill'd your cousin?JULIETShall 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:'Tybalt is dead, and Romeo -- banished;'That 'banished,' that one word 'banished,'Hath slain ten thousand Tybalts.Tybalt's deathWas woe enough, if it had ended there:Or, if sour woe delights in fellowshipAnd needly will be rank'd with other griefs,Why follow'd not, when she said 'Tybalt's dead,'Thy father, or thy mother, nay, or both,Which modern lamentations might have moved?But with a rear-ward following Tybalt's death,'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 sound.Where is my father, and my mother, nurse?NurseWeeping and wailing over Tybalt's corse:Will you go to them? I will bring you thither.JULIETWash 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 beguiled,Both you and I; for Romeo is exiled: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;And death, not Romeo, take my maidenhead!NurseHie to your chamber: I'll find RomeoTo comfort you: I wot well where he is.Hark ye, your Romeo will be here at night:I'll to him; he is hid at Laurence' cell.JULIETO, find him! give this ring to my true knight,And bid him come to take his last farewell.[Exeunt]--------------------------------------"scene" 3Scene 3[Friar Laurence's cell.][Enter FRIAR LAURENCE]FRIAR LAURENCERomeo, come forth; come forth, thou fearful man:Affliction is enamour'd of thy parts,And thou art wedded to calamity.[Enter ROMEO]ROMEOFather, what news? what is the prince's doom?What sorrow craves acquaintance at my hand,That I yet know not?FRIAR LAURENCEToo familiarIs my dear son with such sour company:I bring thee tidings of the prince's doom.ROMEOWhat less than dooms-day is the prince's doom?FRIAR LAURENCEA gentler judgment vanish'd from his lips,Not body's death, but body's banishment [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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