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 possess'd it; and though I am ?old, Not yet enjoy'd. So tedious is this day, As is the night before some festival To an impatient child that hath new robes, And may not wear them. 0 ! here comes my nurse.
Enter Nurse, with cords.
And she brings news; and ev'ry tongue, that speaks But Romeo's name, speaks heavenly eloquence.- Now, nurse, what news ? What hast thou there ? the cords That Romeo bade thee fetch ?
Nurse. Ay, ay, the cords.
[Throws them down.
Jul. Ah 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! Jul. Can heaven be so envious ? .l?rse. 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 slain himself ? say thou but/, And that bare vowel,/, shall poison more Than the death-darting eye of cockatrice: I am not I, if there be such an I; Or those eyes shut, that make thee answer,/. If he be slain, say--I; or if not--no: Brief sounds determine of my weal or woe. Nurse. I saw the wound, I saw it with mine eyes,?
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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. JuL O 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! Nurse. 0 T?ybalt, Tybalt! the best friend I had: O courteous Tybalt ! honest gentleman ! That ever I should live to see thee dead! JuL What storm is this that blows so contrary ? 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: Romeo, that kill'd him, he is banished.
Jul. O God !---did Romeo's hand shed Tybalt's blood ?
Nurse. It did, it did; alas the day ! it did.
Jul. O serpent heart, hid with a flowering face ! Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave ? Beautiful tyrant ! fiend angelical ! Dove-feather'd raven ! woivish-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 fiend In mortal paradise of such sweet flesh ?- Was ever book containing such vile m'ltter, -- So fairly bound ? O, that deceit should dwell In such a, gorgeous palace!
Nurse. There's no trust, No faith, no honesty in men; all perjur'd, All forsworn, all naught, all dissemblers.-- Ah ! where's my man ? give me some aqua vitve :- These griefs, these woes, these sorrows make me old.
Shame come to Romeo !
