Mer. Help me into some house, Benvolio, Or I shall faint.--A plague o' both your houses! They have made worms' meat of me: I have it, and soundly too :--your houses!
[Exeunt Mercutio and Benvolio.
Rom. This gentleman, the prince's near ally, My very friend, hath got his mortal hurt In my behalf; my reputation stain'd With Tybalt's slander, Tybalt, that an hour Hath been my cousin ;--4) sweet Juliet! Thv beauty hath made me effeminate, Anal in my temper soften'd valour's steel.
{{c|Re-enter Benvolio.}
Ben. 0 Romeo, Romeo ! brave Mereutio's dead; That gallant spirit hath aspit'd the clouds, Which too untimely here did scorn the earth.
Rom. This day's black fate on more days doth depend; This but begins the woe, others must end.
{{c|Re-enter Tybalt.}
Ben. Here comes the furious Tybalt back again.
Rom. Alive ! in triumph ! and Mercutio slain ! Away to heaven, respective lenity, And fire-ey'd fury be my conduct now! Now, Tybalt, take the villain back again, That late thou gay'st me; for Mercutio's soul 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.
Tyb. Thou, wretched boy, that didst consort him here, Shalt with him hence.
Rom. This shall determine that. [They fight; Tybalt falls.
Ben. Romeo, away ! begone ! The citizens are up, and Tybalt slain Stand not amaz'd :--the prince will doom thee death, If thou art taken.--Hence !--be gone !--away
Rom. O ! I am fortune's fool.
Ben. Why dost thou stay ?
[Exit Romeo.
Enter Citizens, $c.
1 Cit. Which way ran he, that killed Mercutio ? Tybalt, that murderer, which way ran he ?
Ben. There lies that Tybalt.
1 Cit. Up, sir : - go with me; I charge thee in the prince's name, obey.
Enter Prince, attended: Template:Montague, Capulet, their Wives, and others.
Prin. Where are the vile beginners of this fray ?
Ben. O noble prince! I can discover all The unlucky manage of this fatal brawl: There lies the man, slain by young Romeo, That slew thy kinsman, brave Mercutio.
La. Cap. Tybalt, my cousin! O my brother's child ! O prince ! O cousin ! husband ! O, the blood is spill'd Of my dear kinsman !--Prince, as thou art true, For blood of ours shed blood of Montague. O cousin, cousin! Prin. Benvolio, who began this bloody fray ?
Ben. Tybalt, here slain, whom Romeo's hand did slay: Romeo that spoke him fair, bade him bethink How nice the quarrel was; and urg'd withal Your high displeasure :---all this, uttered With genfie breath, calm look, knees humbly bow'd, Could not take truce with the unruly spleen 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 asidei and with the other sends It back to Tybalt, whose dexterity Retorts it. Romeo he cries aloud, "Hold, friends! friends, part!" and, swifter than his tongue, His agile arm beats down their fatal points, And 't?ixt them rushes; underneath whose arm, An envious thrust from Tybalt hit the life Of stout Mercutio, and then Tybalt fled; But by and by comes back to Romeo, V?rho 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.
La. Cap. He is a kinsman to the Montague; Affection makes him false, 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 slew Tybalt, Romeo must not live.
Prin. Romeo slew him, he slew 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 should end, The life of Tybalt.
Prin. And for that offence, Immediately we do exile him hence: I have an interest in your hate's 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 loss of mine. I will be deaf to pleading and excuses, Nor tears, nor prayers, shall purchase out abuses; Therefore, use none: let Romeo hence in haste, Else, when he's found, that hour is his last. Bear hence this body, and attend our will: Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill.
[Exeunt.
Scene. II. - A Room in Capulet's Houss.
Enter Juliet.
Jul. Gallop apace, you fiery-looted steeds, Towards Phoebus' mansion; such a waggoner As Phaeton would whip you to the west, And bring in cloudy night immediately.- Spread thy close curtain, love-performing night ! That, unawares, eyes may wink, and Romeo 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, It best agrees with night.---Come, civil night, Thou sober-suited matron, all in black, And ]earn 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 manfie; 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 night Whiter than new snow upon 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 fine,
