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I am the drudge, and toil in your delight ;
But you shall bear the burden soon at night.
Go, I'll to dinner ; hie you to the cell.

Jul Hie to high fortune ! — honest nurse, fare-
well. [Exeunt;



SCENE vr.

Friar Laurence's cell.
Enter Friar Laurence and Romeo.

Fri. So smile the heavens upon this holy act.
That after hours with sorrow chide us not !

Bom. Amen, amen ! but come what sorrow can.
It cannot countervail the exchange of joy
That one short minute gives me in her sight :
Do thou but close our hands with holy words,

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Then love-devouring death do what he dare.
It is enough I may but call her mine.

Fri. These violent delights have violent ends^
And in their triumph (^e ; like fire and powder^
Which, as they kiss, consume : The sweetest honey
Is loathsome in his own deliciousness,
And in the taste confounds the appetite :
Therefore love moderately ; long love doth so ;
Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.

Enter Juliet.

Here cpmes the lady i—O} so light a foot
Will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint :
A lov^r m^y bestride thegoasamers*
Xb^ idle in the wanton jsummer air,
Aod yet.Qpt fall; so light is vanity.

Jul. Gopd even to my ghostly ^confessor.

Fri. Romeo shall thank thee, daughter^ for us
both.

Jul, A» much to him^ else are his thanks too
much.

Rom. Ah, Juliet, if the measure of thy joy
Be heap'd like mine, and that thy skill be more
To blazont it^ then sweeten with thy breath
This neighbour air, and let rich musick's tongue
Unfold the imagined happiness that both
Receive in either by this dear encounter.

Jul. Conceitt, more rich in matter than in words.
Brags pf his substance, not of ornament :
They are but beggars that can count their worth ;
But my true love is grown to such excess,
I cannot sum up half my sum of wealth.

Fri. Come, come with me^ and we will make
short work ;
For, by your leaves, you shall not stay alone.
Till bdy church incorporate two in one. [Exeunt.

* The tong white filament which flies in the air.
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50 ROMEO ANO JULIET. [Act III.

ACT III.
SCENE I. JpubUcplace.

Enter Miercutio, Benvolio, Page, and Servants.

Ben. I pray thee, good Mercntio, let's retire;
The day is hot, the Capulets abroad,
And, if we meet, we shall not 'scape a brawl ;
For now, these hot days, is the mad blood stirring.

Mer. Thou art like one of those fellows, that,
when he enters the confines of a tavern, claps me
his sword upon the table, and says, Qod send me no
need of thee! and, by the operation of the second
cup, draws it on the drawer, when, indeed, there
is no need.

Ben. Am I like such a fellow ?

Mer. Come, come, thou art as hot a Jack in ihj
mood as any in Italy ; and as soon moved to be
moody, and as soon moody to be moved.

Ben. And what to ?

Mer. Nay, an there were two such, *we should
have none shortly, for one would kill the other.
Thou ! why thou wilt quarrel with a man that hath
a hair more, or a hair less, in his beard, than thou
bast. Thou wilt quarrel with a man for cracking
nuts, having no other reason but because thou hast
hazel eyes ; What eye, but suqh an eye, would spy
out such a quarrel ? Thy head is as full of quarrels,
as an egg is full of meat ; and yet thy head hath
been beaten as addle as an eggj for quarrelling.
Thou hast quarrelled with a man for coughing in
the street, because he hath wakened thy dog that
bath lain asleep in the sun. Didst thou not fall out
with a tailor for wearing his new doublet before
Easter ? with another, for tying bis new shoes with
old ribband ? and yet thou wilt tutor me from quar«
reUing !

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Ben. An I were so apt to quarrel as thou art^ any
man should buy the fee-simple of my life for an
hour and a quarter.

Mer. The fee^simple ? O simple !

Enter Tybalt^ and others.

Ben. By my head, here, come the Capulets.

Mer. By my heel, I care not.

T\fb. Follow me close, for I will speak to them. —
Gentlemen, good den ; a word with one of you.

Mer. And but one word with one of us ? Couple
it with something ; make it a word and a blow.

7^6. You will find me apt enough to that, sir, if
you win give me occasion.

Mer. Could you not take some occasion without
giving ?

lyb. Mercutio, thou consortest with Romeo,-^

Mer. Consort? what, dost thou make us min-
strels ? an thou make minstrels of us, look to hear
nothing but discords : here's my fiddlestick ; here's
that shall make you dance. 'Zounds, consort 1

Ben. We talk here in the public haunt of men ;
Either withdraw into some private place.
Or reason coldly of your grievances.
Or else depart ; here all eyes gaze on us.

Mer. Men's eyes were made to look, and let
them gaze;
I will not budge for no man's pleasure, I.

Enter Romeo.

T^b. Well, peace be with you, sir; here comes
my man.

Mer. But I'll be hang'd, sir, if he wear your
livery :
Marry, go before to field, he'll be your foltower ;
Your worship, in that sense, may call him — man.

T^b. Romeo, the hate I bear thee, can afford
No better term than this — Thou art a villain.

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To such a greetings j — ^Villain am I none ;
Therefore farewell 5 I see, thou know^stt me liotf.

Tyb. Boy, this shall not excuse the injfiries
That thou hast <hine ne ; therefore torn, and draw.

Rom. I do protest, I never injur'd thee ;
But love thee better than thou canst devise.
Till thou shalt knovr the reason of my love :
And so, good Capulet,'^wbick name I tender
As dearly as mine own,^-be satisfied.

Mer. O calm, disbonouraMe, vile sobmissiotl !
A la steceata* carriesf it away. • [Drmo^.

Tybalt, you rat-catcher, will you walk ?

Tyb. What would'st thou have with me?

Mer. Good king of cats, nothing,^ but onefof yoof,
nine lives ; that if mean to nmke bold withal, and,
as you shall use me hereafter, dry-beat the rest d
the eight. Will jmx phick your sword out of his
fikherf by the ears? make haste, lest mine be about
your ears ere it be out.

Jh^. I am forydtt. [DFOitging*

Rom. Oentle Mercutio, pot thy rapfer np.

Mer. Come, sir, your passado. [Tney fi^hu

Rom. Draw, Benvolio ;
Beat down their weapons :^*Geiitlemen, for lAtadie
Forbear thifit outrage ;—Ty balb-^Mercutio—
The prince expresriy hath forbid this bandying
In Verona streets : — hold, Tybalt ;— good Mercutio.
[Exetmt Tybalt and his Partizans.

Mer. I am hurt :
A plague o' both the houses 1 — ^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.

[Exit Page.

Rom. Courage, man; the hurt cannot be much.

Mer. No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide

* The Italian term for a thrust or stab with a rapier,
t Case or scabbard.

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as a churcb*door ; but 'tis eoougb^ 'twill serve :
9sk for me to^morrow^ and you shall find ine a
grave man, I am pepper'd^ I warrant, for tbis
world :— A plague o'botb 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 arithmetick ! — Why, the devil, came
you between us ? I was hurt under your arm.

Rom. I thought all for tbe best.

Ahr. Help me into some house, Benvolio,
Or I shall faint. — A plague o'both your houses 1
They have made worm's meat of me :
I have it, and soundly too : — Your houses !

[Exeunt Mercutio and Benvolio.

Ami. 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 elffeminate,
And in my temper soften'd valour's steel.

Be-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
depend ;
This but begins the woe, others must end.

Re-enter Tybalt.

Ben. Here comes the furious Tybalt back again.

Rom. Alive 1 in triumph ! and Mercutio slain !
Away to heaven, respective* lenity.
And fire-ey'd fury be my conductf now ! —
Now, Tybalt, take the villain back again.
That late thou gav'st m^ ; for Mercutio's soul
Is but a little way above our heads,

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Staying for liiiiie to keep bim company ;
Either thou, or I^ or both, most go with faii»«

Thfb. Thou, wretched boy, that Aidsi consort*^
hini here,
Shadt with him hence.

2iom. This shall deterittiiie that.

[They fight; Tybait/ato.

Ben. Romeo, away, be gone !
The citizens are up, and Tybalt slain :
Stand not amazM :— the prince will doom Aeed^ath^
If thou art taken ;— hence ! — be gone ! — away !

jRom. 1 I am^fortune's fool \

Ben. Why dost thou stay ?

[Exit Romeo.

Efder Citizens, ffc.

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

Ben. There lies that Tybalt.

1 Cit. Up, sir, go with me 5

I charge thee in the prince's nan>e, obey.

Enter Prince attended; Montague, Capulet^ their
WiveSf and others.

Prince. Where are the vile beginners of ttris 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
cbikl 1
Unhappy sight ! ah me, the blood is spill'd
Of my dear kinsman ! — Prince, as thou art true f.
For blood of ours, shed blood of Montague. —
O cousin, cousin !

Prince. Benvolio, who began this bloody fray ?

Ben. Tybalt, here slain, whom Romeo's hand did
slay 5
Romeo that spoke him fair, bade him bethink

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How meie^ the quarrel was, and xxrg'd witiial
Your higb displeasure i^^Mi- this^^ultar^
With gentle breathy calm look, knees hunAly

bow'd,— i-'
Could not take truce with llij& unnily spleen
Of TybaM deaf to peace, iiat that be tilts
With piercing steel i^ b6kl Mercutio's breast ;
Who, all as hot, turns deiUily poiiHl to point,
And, With a martial scorn, with one baod beats
Gold death aside, and with the other sends
It back to Tybalt, whose dexterity
Retorts it : Romeo he cries aloud,
flbW, friends ! friends^ 'port / 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 entertain'd revenge.
And to*t they go like lightning ; for, ere I
Could draw to part them, was stout Tybalt slain j
And, as he fell, dkl 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.

Prince, Romeo slew him, he slew Mercutio ;
Who now the price of his dear blood doth owe ?

Man. Not Romeo, prince, be was Mercutio's
friend ;
His fault concludes but, what the law should end.
The life of Tybalt.

Prince. And, for that offence.

Immediately we do exile him hence :
I have an interest in your hates' proceeding,

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My bkiod for your rude brawls doth lie a bleeding ;
But rU amerce* yoii 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 hast^.
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 house.

Enter Juliet.

Jul, Gallop apace, you fiery-footed 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-performiug night !
Tliat run-away's eyes may wink 5 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 f night.
Thou sober-suited matron, all in black.
And learn me how to lose a winning match.
Play 'd for a pair of stainless maidenhoods ;
Hood myimmann'd blood bating in my cheeks]:,
With thy black mantle ; 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 on a raven's back. —

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Ck)nie, gentle Qight; come^ loviag, btack-brow^cl

night.
Give nde mj Romeo : mk}, #ten be «ttiitl die,
Take him, and cut him out in little stars.
And he will make the face of beaten so fine.
That all the world will be ki love with liight.
And pay no worship to the garish* sun. —
O, I bave bought the mansion of a love.
But not possessed it; and, though I am sold.
Not yet enjoy'd s So tedious fe this day.
As is the night before some festival
To an impatient child, that bath new robes,
And may not wear them. O, here comes my nurse,

J&iier Nurse, toUh cards.
And she brings news ; and every tofigue tlmt speaks
But Romeo's namfe, speaks heaverily eloquence.*-
Now, nurse, what news ? What hast thou there ?

th6 cords.
That Romeo bade thee fetch ?

Nurse. Ay, ay, the cortls.^

[Throws them dowif.
Jul. Ah me ! what news ? why dost thou wHng

thy hands ?
Nurse, Ah weH-a-day ! he's dead, he*s dead, lie's
dead!
We are undone, lady, we are undone !—
Alack the day ! — he's gone, he's kiJl'd, he's dead !
Jul. Can heaven b^ so ehvious 9
Nurse. Romeo can,-

Tliough heaven camiet :— O Rom^o ! Romeo ! —
Who ever would have tliought it?— Romeo !
Jid. What devil art thoil, that ctost torment me
thus ?
This torture ^ould be roar'd in dtenval hell.
Hath Romeo slain himself? say thoil but /f ,
And that bare vowel I shall poison more

• Gaudy, showy.
f lo Shakspeare's time the affirmatiTe particle ay was usually written
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58 ROMEO AND JULIET. [Act III.

Than thc^ deatb^darting eye of cockatrice :

I am not I^ if there be such an /;

Or those eyes shut, that make thee answer^ /*

If he be slain, say /; or if not, no :

Brief sounds determine of my weal, or woe.

Nurse. I saw the wound, I saw it with mine
eyes, —
God save the mlark 1 — here, on his manly breast :
A piteous corse, a bloody piteous corse ;
Pale, pale as ashes, all bedawb'd in blood.
All in gore blood ; I swooned at the sight.

Jul. O break, my heart ! — poor bankrupt, break
at once 1
To prison, eyes ! ne'er look on liberty !
Vile earth, to earth resign ; end motion here ;
And thou, and Romeo, press one heavy bier !

Nutse. O Tybalt, Tybalt, the best friend I had !
O courteous Tybalt I honest gentleman !
That ever I should live to see thee dead !

Jul. What storm is this, that blows so contrary ?
Is Romeo slaughtered ; 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 i— did Romeo's hand shed Tybalt's
blood ?

Nurse. It did, it did ; alas the day 1 it did.

Jul. O serpent heart, hid with a flow'ring face \
Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave ?
Beautiful tyrant 1 fiend angelical !
Dove-feather'd raven ! wolvish-ravening lamb I
Despised substance of divinest show !
Just opposite to what thou justly seem'st,
A damned saint, an honourable villain ! —
O, nature ! w*hat hadst thou to do in hell.
When thou didst bower the spirit of a fiend
In mortal paradise of such sweet flesh ?
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So &irly bound ? O^ that deceit should dwell
In such a gorgeous palace !

Nurse. ' There's no trust,'

No faith, no honesty in men ; all peijur'd,
All forsworn, all naught, all dissemblers. —
Ah^ Where's my man ? give me some agua tnto ••—
These griefs, these woes, these sorrows make me

old.
Shame come to Romeo ! -

JuL Blister'd be thy tongue.

For such a wish ! he was not born to shame :
Upon bis 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 1 to chide at him 1

NuTBe. Will you speak well of bim that kill'd
your cousin ?

Jui. 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 kiird 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 hus-
band :
All this is comfort ; Wherefore weep I then ?
Some word there was, worser than Tybalt's death.
That murder'd me : I would forget it fain ;
But, O ! it presses to my memory.
Like damned guilty deeds to sinners' minds :
T^halt is deady and Romeo — banished ;
That — hanisliedy that one word — banished,
Hath slain ten thousand Tybaltsf. Tybalt's death
Was woe enough, if it had ended there :

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Or, — ^if sour woe delights in fellowship.

And needly will be ranked with other griefs,—

Why foUow'd not, when she said — ^Tybalt's dead^

Thy father, or thy mother, nay, or both.

Which modern* lamentation might have mov'd ?

But, with a rear- ward following Tybalt's death,

Jtomeo w banished, — to speak that word.

Is father, mother, Tybalt, Romeo, Juliet,

All slain, all dead : — Romeo is banish^dy —

There is no end, no limit, measure, bound.

In that word's death ; no words can that woe

sound. —
Where is my father, and my mother, nurse ?

Nurse. Weeping £^nd wailing over Tybalt's corse ;
Will you go to them ? I will bring you thither.

/uL Wash they his wpf^nds with te^rs ? niine
shall be spent,
Whep theirs are dry, for Rpmeo's banishment.
Taj^e up those cords : — Poor ropes, you are beguil'd.
Both you and I ; for Romeo is exil'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- b^d 5
And death, not Romeo, take my maidenhead !

Nurse. Hie to your chamber : I'll find Romeo
To comfort you :— I wotf well where he is.
Hark ye, your Romeo will be here at night 3
I'll to him ; he is hid at Laurence' cell.

JuL O find him ! give this ring to my true knight.
And bid him come to take his last farewell.

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SCENE IIL
Friar LAurence's celL v

Enter Friar Laurence and Romeo.

Fri. Romeo, come forth ; come forth^ tbou fear-
ful man :
Affliction is enamour'd of thy parts,
And tbou 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 ?

fH. Too familiar

Is my dear son with i^ch sour company :
I bring tb^e tidings of the prince's doom.
Rom. What less than doom Vday is the prince's

doom?
Fri. A gentler judgment vanished 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.

FH. Hence from Verona art thou banished :
Be patient, for the world is broad and wide.

iicmi. There is no world without Verona walls.
But purgatory, torture, hell itself.
Hence banished is banish'd from the world.
And world's exile is dealli : — ^then banishment
Is death mis-term'd : calling death — banishment.
Thou cut'st my head off with a golden axe.
And smil'st upon the stroke that murders me.
Fri. O deadly sin ! O rude unthankfulness !
Thy &ult our law calls death ; but the kind prince.
Taking thy part, hath riish'd aside the la\y.
And tum'd that black word death to banishment :
This is dear mercy, and thou seest it not.
Jiom. Tis torture, and jpot mercy : heaven is here,

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Where Juliet lives ; and every cat, and dog.

And little mouse, every unworthy thing,

Live here in heaven, and may look on her.

But Romeo may. not. — More validity*.

More honourable state, more courtship lives

In carrion flies, than Romeo : they may seize

On the white wonder of dear Juliet's hand.

And steal immortal blessing from her lips ;

Who, even in pure and vestal modesty, .

Still blush, as thinking their own kisses sin ;

But Romeo may not : he is banii^hed :

Flies may do this, when I from this must fly ;

They are free men, but I am banished.

And say'st thou yet, that exile is not death ?

Hadst thou no poison mix'd, no sharp-ground knife^

No sudden mean of death, though ne'er so mean.

But — banished— to kill me ; banished ? .

O friar, the damned use that word in hell ;

Howlings attend it : How hast thou the heart.

Being a divine, a ghostly confessor,

A sin-absolyer, and my friend profess'd.

To mangl^ me with that word— banishment?

Pn. Thou fond mad man, hear me but speak a
word,

jBom. O, thou wilt speak again on banishment.

Fri. rU give thee armour to keep off that word 5
Adversity's sweet.milk, philosophy,
To comfort thee, though thou art banished.

Rom. Yet banished ?— Hang up philosophy I
Unless philosophy can make a Juliet,
Displant a town, reverse a prince's doom ;
It helps not, it prevails not; talk no mpre.

JFri. O, then I see that madmen have no ears.

Rom. How should they, when that wise men have
no eyes ? , ,

Fri. Let nie dispute with thee of jthy estate.

Rom. Thou canst not speak of what thpu dost
not feel:
Wert thou as young as I, Juliet thy love,

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An hour but married^ Tybalt murdered.

Doting like me, and like me banished,

Then might'st thou speak, then might'st thou tear

thy hair,
And fall upon, the ground, as I do now.
Taking the measure of an unmade grave.
Fri. Arise ; one knocks ; good Romeo, hide thy-
self. [Knocking within.
Rom. Not I ; unless the breath of heart^sick
groans.
Mist-like, infold me from the search of eyes.

[Knocking.
Fri. Hark, how they knock ! — Who's there ? —
Romeo, arise ;
Thou wilt be taken : — Stay a while : stand up ;

[Knocking.
Run to my study : — By and by : — God's will !
What wilfulness is this ? — I come, I come.

• [Knocking.

Who knocks so hard ? whence come you ? whar s
your will } .
Nijwse. [Within.'] Let me come in, and you shall
know my errand 5
I come from lady Juliet.
Fri. Welcome then.

Enter Nurse.

Nurse. O, holy friar, O, tell me, hqly friar,
Where is my lady's lord, where's Romeo ?

Fri. There, on the ground, with his own tears
macie drunk.

Nurse. 0,.he is even in 4Biy mistress' case,
Just in her case !

Fri. O woeful sympathy !

Piteous predicament !

Nurse. Even so lies she.

Blubbering and weeping, weeping and blubber-
ing;—
Stand up, stand up ; stand, an you be a man :
For Juliet's sake,, for her sake, rise and stand 5



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Why should you Ml into m deep lui O ?

Bom. Nurse !

, Nurse. Ah sir I ah sir 1— -Well^ death's the end
ofalL

Ram. Spak'st thou of Juliet ? how is it with b^ i
"Doth she not think me an old murderer,
Notv I have stain'd the childhood of our joy
With blood remov'd but little from her own ?
Where is she ? and how doth she ? and what says
My concealed lady to our canceird love ?


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