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? Nurse. 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? Or those eyes shut, that make thee answer, I. Brief sounds determine of my weal, or woe. Nurse. I saw the wound, I saw it with mine eyes,-- Pale, pale as ashes, all bedawb'd in blood, Jul. O break, my heart!-poor bankrupt, break at once ! To prison, eyes! ne'er look on liberty! Vile earth, to earth resign; and motion here; m Nurse. O Tybalt, Tybalt, the best friend I had! · say thou but I,] In Shakspeare's time the affirmative particle ay, was usually written I, and here it is necessary to retain the old spelling.-MALONE. - cockatrice:] A basilisk, an imaginary creature, supposed to be produced from a cock's egg; a production long thought to be real. It was said to be in form like a serpent, with the head of a cock. Many fables were current respecting it, and it was supposed to have so deadly an eye as to kill by the very look. NARES. O courteous Tybalt! honest gentleman! Jul. What storm is this, that blows so contrary? Nurse. Tybalt is gone, and Romeo banished; Jul. O God!-did Romeo's hand shed Tybalt's blood? Jul. O serpent heart, hid with a flow'ring face! Nurse. There's no trust, No faith, no honesty in men; all perjur'd, All forsworn, all naught, all dissemblers.- These griefs, these woes, these sorrows make me old. Jul. Blister'd be thy tongue, For such a wish! he was not born to shame: Upon his brow shame is asham'd to sit; 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? Jul. Shall I speak ill of him that is my husband? Ah, poor my lord, what tongue shall smooth thy name,' Which you, mistaking, offer up to joy. My husband lives, that Tybalt would have slain; Some word there was, worser than Tybalt's death, Like damned guilty deeds to sinners' minds: That-banished, that one word-banished, Hath slain ten thousand Tybalts.P Tybalt's death, Or, if sour woe delights in fellowship, And needly will be rank'd with other griefs,- In that word's death; no words can that woe sound.- Nurse. Weeping and wailing over Tybalt's corse : Jul. Wash they his wounds with tears? mine shall be spent, When theirs are dry, for Romeo's banishment. what tongue shall smooth thy name,] To smooth, in ancient language is to stroke, to caress, to fondle.-STEEVENS. P Hath slain ten thousand Tybalts.] That is, is worse than the loss of ten thousand Tybalts.-M. MASON. ¶ — modern lamentation-] i. c. Moderate lamentation. Shakspeare uses the word modern for common, slight, and moderate; "with which," says Johnson, it was, I believe, in his time confounded." Take up those cords :-Poor ropes, you are beguil❜d, 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; Jul. O find him! give this ring to my true knight, [Exeunt. SCENE III. Friar Laurence's Cell. Enter Friar LAURENCE and ROMEO. Fri. Romeo, come forth; come forth, thou fearful man; Affliction is enamour'd of thy parts, And thou art wedded to calamity. Rom. Father, what news? what is the prince's doom? What sorrow craves acquaintance at my hand, That I yet know not? Fri. Is my Too familiar dear son with such sour company : I bring thee tidings of the prince's doom. Rom. What less than dooms-day is the prince's doom? Fri. A gentler judgment vanish'd from his lips, Not body's death, but body's banishment. Rom. Ha! banishment? be merciful, say-death: For exile hath more terror in his look, Much more than death: do not say-banishment. Be patient, for the world is broad and wide. Hence-banished is banish'd from the world, And world's exile is death;-then banishment Is death mis-term'd calling death-banishment, And turn'd that black word death to banishment: Rom. 'Tis torture, and not mercy: heaven is here, And say'st thou yet, that exile is not death? O friar, the damned use that word in hell; A sin-absolver, and my friend profess'd, To mangle me with that word-banishment? Fri. Thou fond mad man, hear me but speak a word. Rom. O, thou wilt speak again of banishment. Fri. I'll give thee armour to keep off that word ; Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy, To comfort thee, though thou art banished. Rom. Yet banished?-Hang up philosophy! Unless philosophy can make a Juliet, validity,] i. e. Worth or dignity.-JOHNSON. more courtship-] i. e. More liberty of approaching her he loves. |