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Forbear this outrage ; — Tybalt — Mercutio -
The prince expressly hath forbid this bandying
In Verona streets : — hold, Tybalt ;—good Mer-

cutio. [Exeunt Tybalt and his Partizans. Mer. I am hurt; A plague o’both the houses !

- I am sped: Is he gone, and hath nothing ? Ben.

What, art thou hurt ? Mer. Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch ; marry, 'tis

enough.-Where is my page? —go, villain, fetch a surgeon.

[Erit Page. Rom. Courage, man; the hurt cannot be much.

Mer. No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church door; but 'tis enough, 't will serve : ask for me to-morrow,


shall find me a grave I am peppered, I warrant, for this world :A plague o’ both your houses ! - A dog, a rat, a mouse, a cat, to scratch a man to death! a braggart, a rogue, a villain, that fights by the book of arithmetick! Why, the devil, came you between us? I was hurt under your arm.

Rom. I thought all for the best.

Mer. Help me into some house, Benvolio, Or I shall faint. A plague o' both your houses ! They have made worm 's meat of me: I have it, and soundly too: Your houses !

[Exeunt Mercurio 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 kinsman : O sweet Juliet, Thy beauty hath made me effeminate, And in my temper soften'd valour's steel.

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Re-enter BENVOLIO.
Ben, O Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio's dead;
That gallant spirit hath aspir'd the clouds,
Which too untimely here did scorn the earth.
Rom. This day's black fate on more days doth

This but begins the woe, others must end.

Prin Ben

Re-enter TYBALT.

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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 gav'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 3

him here, Shalt with him hence. Rom.

This shall determine that.

[They fight; TYBALT falls.
Ben. Romeo, away, be gone!
The citizens are up, and Tybalt slain :
Stand not amaz'd: the prince will doom thee

If thou art taken: - hence ! be gone!- away!

Rom. O! I am fortune's fool!

Why dost thou 'stay?

[Exit ROMEO.


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Enter Citizens, &c.


1 Cit. Which way ran he, that kill'd Mercutio ? Tybalt, that murderer, which way ran he ?

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2 Conductor.

3 Accompany.


Ben. There lies that Tybalt. 1 Cit.

Up, sir, go with me ; I charge thee in the prince's name, obey.

Enter Prince, attended ; 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 !- my brother's

child! Unhappy sight ! ah me, 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 s the quarrel was, and urg'd withal
Your high displeasure:

- All this uttered With gentle 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 aside, 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,

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And 'twixt 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,
Who 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:
1 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

His fault concludes but, what the law should end,
The life of Tybalt.

And, for that offence,
Immediately we do exíle him hence:
I have an interest in your hates' 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.



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6 Punish by fine.


A Room in Capulet's House.

Enter Juliet.
Jul. Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds,
Towards Phæbus mansion;

such a waggoner
As Phaeton would whip you to the west,
And bring in cloudy night immediately. -
Spread thy close curtain, and come, civil ? night,
Thou sober-suited matron, all in black :
Come, night! - Come, Romeo! come, thou day in

For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night
Whiter than new snow on a raven's back.
Come, gentle night; come, loving, black-brow'd

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,
That all the world will be in love with night,
And pay no worship to the garish * sun.

Enter Nurse, with Cords. Here comes my nurse, And she brings news; and every tongue, that

speaks But Romeo's name, speaks heavenly eloquence. Now, nurse, what news? What hast thou there, the

That Romeo bade thee fetch?

Ay, ay, the cords.
[Throws them down.

? Grave, solemn. VOL. X.

• Gaudy, showy.


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