Jul.
Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds,
Towards ^note Phœbus' lodging ^note: such a waggoner
As Phaethon ^note would whip you to the west,
And bring in cloudy night immediately.
Spread thy close curtain, love-performing night,
That runaway's ^note eyes may wink, ^note and Romeo

Leap ^note to these arms, untalk'd of and unseen. ^note
Lovers can see to do their amorous rites ^note
By ^note their own beauties; or, if love be ^note blind,
It best agrees with night. Come, civil night,
Thou sober-suited ^note matron, all in black,
And learn me how to lose a winning match,
Play'd for a pair of stainless maidenhoods ^note:
Hood my unmann'd blood bating ^note in my cheeks
With thy black mantle, till strange love grown ^note bold
Think ^note 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 ^note a raven's back.
Come, gentle night, come, loving, black-brow'd night,
Give me my Romeo; and, when he ^note 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 ^note 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 sold,
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. O, here comes my nurse,
And she brings news, and every tongue that speaks
But Romeo's name ^note speaks heavenly eloquence. Enter ^note Nurse, with cords.
Now, nurse, what news? What hast thou there? the cords
That Romeo bid thee fetch ^note?

Nurse.
Ay, ay, the cords. [Throws ^note them down.

Jul.
Ay ^note me! what news? why dost thou wring thy hands? ^note

Nurse.
Ah ^note, well-a-day ^note! he's dead ^note, he's dead, he's dead.
We are undone, lady, we are undone.
Alack the day! he's gone ^note, 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? ^note
This torture should be roar'd in dismal hell.
Hath Romeo slain himself? say thou but ‘I,’
And that bare vowel ‘I’ ^note shall poison more
Than the death-darting ^note eye of cockatrice: ^note
I am not I, if there be such an I, ^note
Or those eyes shut ^note, that make thee ^note answer ‘I.’
If he be slain, say ‘I;’ ^note or if not, no:

Brief sounds ^note determine of ^note my weal or woe. ^note

Nurse.
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 bedaub'd ^note in blood,
All in gore blood: I swounded ^note at the sight.

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

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

Jul.
What storm is this that blows ^note so contrary?
Is Romeo slaughter'd, and is Tybalt dead?
My dear-loved ^note cousin, and my dearer ^note lord?
Then ^note, dreadful trumpet ^note, sound the general doom!
For who is living, if those two are gone?

Nurse.
Tybalt is gone ^note, and Romeo banished;
Romeo that kill'd him, he is banished.

Jul.
O God! ^note did ^note Romeo's hand shed Tybalt's blood?

Nurse. ^note
It did, it did; alas the day, it did!

Jul.
O serpent heart, hid with a flowering face!
Did ^note ever dragon keep so fair a cave?

Beautiful tyrant! fiend angelical!
Dove-feather'd raven ^note! wolvish-ravening lamb ^note!
Despised ^note substance of divinest show!
Just opposite to what thou justly seem'st,
A damned ^note saint, an honourable villain ^note! ^{note note}
O nature, what hadst thou to do in hell,
When thou didst bower ^note 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 ^{note note}.
Ah, where's my man? give me some aqua vitæ:
These griefs, these woes, these sorrows make me old.
Shame come to Romeo!

Jul.
Blister'd ^note 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 honour may be crown'd
Sole monarch of the universal earth.
O, what a beast was I to chide at him ^note!

Nurse.
Will you speak well of him that kill'd your cousin? ^note

Jul.
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 kill'd my husband:
Back, foolish tears, back to your native spring;
Your tributary drops belong to woe,
Which you ^note mistaking offer up to joy.
My husband lives, that Tybalt would have slain;
And Tybalt's ^note dead, that would have slain ^note my husband:
All this is comfort; wherefore weep I then?
Some word there was ^note, worser than Tybalt's death,
That murder'd ^note me: I would forget it fain;
But, O, it presses to my memory,
Like damned guilty deeds to sinners' minds:
‘Tybalt is dead, and Romeo banished;’
That ‘banished,’ that one word ‘banished,’
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 rank'd ^note with other griefs,
Why follow'd ^note not, when she said ‘Tybalt's dead,’
Thy father, or thy mother, nay, or both,
Which modern ^note lamentation might have moved? ^note
But with ^note a rear-ward ^note following Tybalt's death,
‘Romeo is banished:’ to ^note speak that word,
Is father, mother, Tybalt, Romeo, Juliet,
All slain, all dead. ‘Romeo is banished.’
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 and wailing over Tybalt's corse ^note
Will you go to them? I will bring you thither.

Jul.
Wash they his wounds with tears: ^note mine shall be spent,
When theirs are dry, for Romeo's banishment.
Take up those cords: poor ropes ^note, you are beguiled,
Both you and I; ^note for Romeo is exiled:
He made you for a ^note highway to my bed;
But I, a maid, die maiden-widowed ^note.
Come, cords ^note; come, nurse; I'll to my wedding-bed;
And death, not Romeo, take my maidenhead! ^note

Nurse.
Hie to your chamber: I'll find Romeo
To comfort you: I wot well where he is.
Hark ye, your Romeo will be here ^note at night:
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. [Exeunt. ^{note note}

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