19091420Rom:Spakest thou of Iuliet, how is it with her?

19101421Doth she not thinke me an olde murderer,

19111422Now I haue stainde the childhood of her ioy,

19121423With bloud remou'd but little from her owne?

19131424Where is she? and how doth she? And what sayes

19141425My conceal'd Lady to our canceld loue?

19151426Nur:Oh she saith nothing, but weepes and pules,

19161427And now fals on her bed, now on the ground,

19171428And Tybalt cryes, and then on Romeo calles.

19191429Rom.As if that name shot from the deadly leuel of a gun

19201430Did murder her, as that names cursed hand

19211431Murderd her kinsman. Ah tell me holy Fryer

19221432In what vile part of this Anatomy

19231433Doth my name lye? Tell me that I may sacke

19241434The hatefull mansion?

1924.31437Nur:Ah?

19251438Fr:Hold, stay thy hand: art thou a man? thy forme

19261439Cryes out thou art, but thy wilde actes denote

19281440The vnresonable furyes of a beast.

19291441Vnseemely woman in a seeming man,

19301442Or ill beseeming beast in seeming both.

19311443Thou hast amaz'd me. By my holy order,

19321444I thought thy disposition better temperd,

19331445Hast thou slaine Tybalt? wilt thou slay thy selfe?

19341446And slay thy Lady too, that liues in thee?

19521447Rouse vp thy spirits, thy Lady Iuliet liues,

19531448For whose sweet sake thou wert but lately dead:

19541449There art thou happy. Tybalt would kill thee,

19551450But thou sluest Tybalt, there art thou happy too.

19581451A packe of blessings lights vpon thy backe,

19591452Happines Courts thee in his best array:

19601453But like a misbehaude and sullen wench

19611454Thou frownst vpon thy Fate that smilles on thee.