Romeo and Juliet Folger Shakespeare Part 7

121 FTLN 1549 FTLN 1550 FTLN 1551 FTLN 1552 Romeo and Juliet ACT 3. SC. 1 eight. Will you pluck your sword out of his pilcher by the ears? Make haste, lest mine be about your ears ere it be out. TYBALT I am for you. He draws. ROMEO FTLN 1553 FTLN 1554 Gentle Mercutio, put thy rapier up. Come, sir, your passado. MERCUTIO 85 They fight. ROMEO FTLN 1555 FTLN 1556 FTLN 1557 FTLN 1558 FTLN 1559 FTLN 1560 FTLN 1561 FTLN 1562 FTLN 1563 FTLN 1564 Draw, Benvolio, beat down their weapons. Romeo draws. Gentlemen, for shame forbear this outrage! Tybalt! Mercutio! The Prince expressly hath Forbid this bandying in Verona streets. Hold, Tybalt! Good Mercutio! Romeo attempts to beat down their rapiers. Tybalt stabs Mercutio. Away, Tybalt! PETRUCHIO Tybalt, Petruchio, and their followers exit. MERCUTIO I am hurt. A plague o’ both houses! I am sped. Is he gone and hath nothing? BENVOLIO What, art thou hurt? 90 95 MERCUTIO FTLN 1565 FTLN 1566 Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch. Marry, ’tis enough. Where is my page?—Go, villain, fetch a surgeon. Page exits. ROMEO FTLN 1567 FTLN 1568 FTLN 1569 FTLN 1570 FTLN 1571 FTLN 1572 FTLN 1573 FTLN 1574 FTLN 1575 FTLN 1576 Courage, man, the hurt cannot be much. No, ’tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church door, but ’tis enough. ’Twill serve. Ask for me tomorrow, and you shall find me a grave man. I am peppered, I warrant, for this world. A plague o’ both your houses! Zounds, 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 arithmetic! Why the devil came you between us? I was hurt under your arm. MERCUTIO 100 105 123 FTLN 1577 FTLN 1578 FTLN 1579 FTLN 1580 FTLN 1581 ROMEO I MERCUTIO Romeo and Juliet ACT 3. SC. 1 thought all for the best. 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! All but Romeo exit. 110 ROMEO FTLN 1582 FTLN 1583 FTLN 1584 FTLN 1585 FTLN 1586 FTLN 1587 FTLN 1588 This gentleman, the Prince’s near ally, My very friend, hath got this mortal hurt In my behalf. My reputation stained With Tybalt’s slander—Tybalt, that an hour Hath been my cousin! O sweet Juliet, Thy beauty hath made me effeminate And in my temper softened valor’s steel. 115 120 Enter Benvolio. BENVOLIO FTLN 1589 FTLN 1590 FTLN 1591 O Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio is dead. That gallant spirit hath aspired the clouds, Which too untimely here did scorn the earth. ROMEO FTLN 1592 FTLN 1593 This day’s black fate on more days doth depend. This but begins the woe others must end. 125 Enter Tybalt. BENVOLIO FTLN 1594 Here comes the furious Tybalt back again. ROMEO FTLN 1595 FTLN 1596 FTLN 1597 FTLN 1598 FTLN 1599 FTLN 1600 FTLN 1601 FTLN 1602 Alive in triumph, and Mercutio slain! Away to heaven, respective lenity, And fire-eyed fury be my conduct now.— Now, Tybalt, take the “villain” back again That late thou gavest 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. 130 125 Romeo and Juliet ACT 3. SC. 1 TYBALT FTLN 1603 FTLN 1604 FTLN 1605 Thou wretched boy that didst consort him here Shalt with him hence. ROMEO This shall determine that. They fight. Tybalt falls. 135 BENVOLIO FTLN 1606 FTLN 1607 FTLN 1608 FTLN 1609 Romeo, away, begone! The citizens are up, and Tybalt slain. Stand not amazed. The Prince will doom thee death If thou art taken. Hence, be gone, away. 140 ROMEO FTLN 1610 FTLN 1611 O, I am Fortune’s fool! BENVOLIO Why dost thou stay? Romeo exits. Enter Citizens. CITIZEN FTLN 1612 FTLN 1613 Which way ran he that killed Mercutio? Tybalt, that murderer, which way ran he? 145 BENVOLIO FTLN 1614 FTLN 1615 FTLN 1616 There lies that Tybalt. to Tybalt Up, sir, go with me. I charge thee in the Prince’s name, obey. CITIZEN, Enter Prince, old Montague, Capulet, their Wives and all. PRINCE FTLN 1617 Where are the vile beginners of this fray? BENVOLIO FTLN 1618 FTLN 1619 FTLN 1620 FTLN 1621 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. 150 LADY CAPULET FTLN 1622 FTLN 1623 FTLN 1624 Tybalt, my cousin, O my brother’s child! O prince! O cousin! Husband! O, the blood is spilled Of my dear kinsman! Prince, as thou art true, 155 127 FTLN 1625 FTLN 1626 Romeo and Juliet ACT 3. SC. 1 For blood of ours, shed blood of Montague. O cousin, cousin! PRINCE FTLN 1627 Benvolio, who began this bloody fray? BENVOLIO FTLN 1628 FTLN 1629 FTLN 1630 FTLN 1631 FTLN 1632 FTLN 1633 FTLN 1634 FTLN 1635 FTLN 1636 FTLN 1637 FTLN 1638 FTLN 1639 FTLN 1640 FTLN 1641 FTLN 1642 FTLN 1643 FTLN 1644 FTLN 1645 FTLN 1646 FTLN 1647 FTLN 1648 FTLN 1649 FTLN 1650 FTLN 1651 FTLN 1652 Tybalt, here slain, whom Romeo’s hand did slay— Romeo, that spoke him fair, bid him bethink How nice the quarrel was, and urged withal Your high displeasure. All this utterèd With gentle breath, calm look, knees humbly bowed 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, 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 entertained 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. 160 165 170 175 180 LADY CAPULET FTLN 1653 FTLN 1654 FTLN 1655 FTLN 1656 FTLN 1657 FTLN 1658 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. 185 190 129 Romeo and Juliet ACT 3. SC. 2 PRINCE FTLN 1659 FTLN 1660 Romeo slew him; he slew Mercutio. Who now the price of his dear blood doth owe? MONTAGUE FTLN 1661 FTLN 1662 FTLN 1663 FTLN 1664 FTLN 1665 FTLN 1666 FTLN 1667 FTLN 1668 FTLN 1669 FTLN 1670 FTLN 1671 FTLN 1672 FTLN 1673 FTLN 1674 FTLN 1675 Not Romeo, Prince; he was Mercutio’s friend. His fault concludes but what the law should end, The life of Tybalt. PRINCE And for that offense Immediately we do exile him hence. I have an interest in your hearts’ 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 is found, that hour is his last. Bear hence this body and attend our will. Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill. They exit, the Capulet men bearing off Tybalt’s body. 195 200 205 Scene 2 Enter Juliet alone. JULIET FTLN 1676 FTLN 1677 FTLN 1678 FTLN 1679 FTLN 1680 FTLN 1681 FTLN 1682 FTLN 1683 FTLN 1684 Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds, Towards Phoebus’ lodging. Such a wagoner As Phaëton would whip you to the west And bring in cloudy night immediately. Spread thy close curtain, love-performing night, That runaways’ eyes may wink, and Romeo Leap to these arms, untalked of and unseen. Lovers can see to do their amorous rites By their own beauties, or, if love be blind, 5 131 FTLN 1685 FTLN 1686 FTLN 1687 FTLN 1688 FTLN 1689 FTLN 1690 FTLN 1691 FTLN 1692 FTLN 1693 FTLN 1694 FTLN 1695 FTLN 1696 FTLN 1697 FTLN 1698 FTLN 1699 FTLN 1700 FTLN 1701 FTLN 1702 FTLN 1703 FTLN 1704 FTLN 1705 FTLN 1706 FTLN 1707 FTLN 1708 Romeo and Juliet ACT 3. SC. 2 It best agrees with night. Come, civil night, Thou sober-suited matron all in black, And learn me how to lose a winning match Played for a pair of stainless maidenhoods. Hood my unmanned blood, bating in my cheeks, With thy black mantle till strange love grow 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-browed night, Give me my Romeo, and when I 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. O, I have bought the mansion of a love But not possessed it, and, though I am sold, Not yet enjoyed. 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. 10 15 20 25 30 Enter Nurse with cords. FTLN 1709 FTLN 1710 FTLN 1711 FTLN 1712 FTLN 1713 FTLN 1714 FTLN 1715 O, 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 cords That Romeo bid thee fetch? NURSE Ay, ay, the cords. Dropping the rope ladder. JULIET FTLN 1716 Ay me, what news? Why dost thou wring thy hands? 35 40 133 Romeo and Juliet ACT 3. SC. 2 NURSE FTLN 1717 FTLN 1718 FTLN 1719 Ah weraday, he’s dead, he’s dead, he’s dead! We are undone, lady, we are undone. Alack the day, he’s gone, he’s killed, he’s dead. JULIET FTLN 1720 FTLN 1721 FTLN 1722 FTLN 1723 Can heaven be so envious? 45 Romeo can, Though heaven cannot. O Romeo, Romeo, Whoever would have thought it? Romeo! NURSE JULIET FTLN 1724 FTLN 1725 FTLN 1726 FTLN 1727 FTLN 1728 FTLN 1729 FTLN 1730 FTLN 1731 FTLN 1732 What devil art thou that dost torment me thus? This torture should be roared in dismal hell. Hath Romeo slain himself? Say thou but “Ay,” And that bare vowel “I” 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 makes thee answer “Ay.” If he be slain, say “Ay,” or if not, “No.” Brief sounds determine my weal or woe. 50 55 NURSE FTLN 1733 FTLN 1734 FTLN 1735 FTLN 1736 FTLN 1737 I 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 bedaubed in blood, All in gore blood. I swoonèd at the sight. 60 JULIET FTLN 1738 FTLN 1739 FTLN 1740 FTLN 1741 O break, my heart, poor bankrout, 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. 65 NURSE FTLN 1742 FTLN 1743 FTLN 1744 O Tybalt, Tybalt, the best friend I had! O courteous Tybalt, honest gentleman, That ever I should live to see thee dead! JULIET FTLN 1745 What storm is this that blows so contrary? 70 135 FTLN 1746 FTLN 1747 FTLN 1748 FTLN 1749 Romeo and Juliet ACT 3. SC. 2 Is Romeo slaughtered and is Tybalt dead? My dearest cousin, and my dearer lord? Then, dreadful trumpet, sound the general doom, For who is living if those two are gone? NURSE FTLN 1750 FTLN 1751 Tybalt is gone and Romeo banishèd. Romeo that killed him—he is banishèd. 75 JULIET FTLN 1752 O God, did Romeo’s hand shed Tybalt’s blood? NURSE FTLN 1753 It did, it did, alas the day, it did. JULIET FTLN 1754 FTLN 1755 FTLN 1756 FTLN 1757 FTLN 1758 FTLN 1759 FTLN 1760 FTLN 1761 FTLN 1762 FTLN 1763 FTLN 1764 FTLN 1765 FTLN 1766 FTLN 1767 FTLN 1768 FTLN 1769 FTLN 1770 FTLN 1771 FTLN 1772 FTLN 1773 FTLN 1774 FTLN 1775 FTLN 1776 FTLN 1777 O serpent heart hid with a flow’ring face! Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave? Beautiful tyrant, fiend angelical! Dove-feathered raven, wolvish-ravening lamb! Despisèd substance of divinest show! Just opposite to what thou justly seem’st, A damnèd saint, an honorable 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 matter 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 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! JULIET Blistered be thy tongue For such a wish! He was not born to shame. Upon his brow shame is ashamed to sit, For ’tis a throne where honor may be crowned 80 85 90 95 100 137 FTLN 1778 FTLN 1779 Romeo and Juliet ACT 3. SC. 2 Sole monarch of the universal Earth. O, what a beast was I to chide at him! NURSE FTLN 1780 Will you speak well of him that killed your cousin? 105 JULIET FTLN 1781 FTLN 1782 FTLN 1783 FTLN 1784 FTLN 1785 FTLN 1786 FTLN 1787 FTLN 1788 FTLN 1789 FTLN 1790 FTLN 1791 FTLN 1792 FTLN 1793 FTLN 1794 FTLN 1795 FTLN 1796 FTLN 1797 FTLN 1798 FTLN 1799 FTLN 1800 FTLN 1801 FTLN 1802 FTLN 1803 FTLN 1804 FTLN 1805 FTLN 1806 FTLN 1807 FTLN 1808 FTLN 1809 FTLN 1810 FTLN 1811 Shall 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 killed 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 murdered me. I would forget it fain, But, O, it presses to my memory Like damnèd guilty deeds to sinners’ minds: “Tybalt is dead and Romeo banishèd.” That “banishèd,” that one word “banishèd,” Hath slain ten thousand Tybalts. Tybalt’s death Was woe enough if it had ended there; Or, if sour woe delights in fellowship And needly will be ranked with other griefs, Why followed not, when she said “Tybalt’s dead,” “Thy father” or “thy mother,” nay, or both, Which modern lamentation might have moved? But with a rearward following Tybalt’s death, “Romeo is banishèd.” To speak that word Is father, mother, Tybalt, Romeo, Juliet, All slain, all dead. “Romeo is banishèd.” There is no end, no limit, measure, bound, 110 115 120 125 130 135 139 FTLN 1812 FTLN 1813 Romeo and Juliet ACT 3. SC. 3 In that word’s death. No words can that woe sound. Where is my father and my mother, nurse? NURSE FTLN 1814 FTLN 1815 Weeping and wailing over Tybalt’s corse. Will you go to them? I will bring you thither. 140 JULIET FTLN 1816 FTLN 1817 FTLN 1818 FTLN 1819 FTLN 1820 FTLN 1821 FTLN 1822 FTLN 1823 FTLN 1824 FTLN 1825 Wash they his wounds with tears? Mine shall be spent, When theirs are dry, for Romeo’s banishment.— Take up those cords. The Nurse picks up the rope ladder. 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-widowèd. Come, cords—come, nurse. I’ll to my wedding bed, And death, not Romeo, take my maidenhead! 145 150 NURSE FTLN 1826 FTLN 1827 FTLN 1828 FTLN 1829 Hie to your chamber. I’ll find Romeo To comfort you. I wot well where he is. Hark you, your Romeo will be here at night. I’ll to him. He is hid at Lawrence’ cell. JULIET FTLN 1830 FTLN 1831 FTLN 1832 O, find him! Giving the Nurse a ring. Give this ring to my true knight And bid him come to take his last farewell. They exit. Scene 3 Enter Friar Lawrence. FRIAR LAWRENCE FTLN 1833 FTLN 1834 FTLN 1835 Romeo, come forth; come forth, thou fearful man. Affliction is enamored of thy parts, And thou art wedded to calamity. 155