Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds,

3.2.416461621Towards Phoebus' lodging. Such a wagoner

3.2.516471622As Phaeton would whip you to the west,

3.2.616481623And bring in cloudy night immediately.

3.2.716491624Spread thy close curtain, love-performing night,

3.2.816501625That runaways' eyes may wink, and Romeo

3.2.916511626Leap to these arms, untalked of and unseen.

3.2.1016521627Lovers can see to do their amorous rites

3.2.1116531628By their own beauties, or, if love be blind,

3.2.1216541629It best agrees with night. Come, civil night,

3.2.1316551630Thou sober-suited matron all in black,

3.2.1416561631And learn me how to lose a winning match

3.2.1516571632Played for a pair of stainless maidenhoods.

3.2.1616581633Hood my unmanned blood, bating in my cheeks,

3.2.1716591634With thy black mantle, till strange love grow bold,

3.2.1816601635Think true love acted simple modesty.

3.2.1916611636Come, night; come, Romeo; come, thou day in night,

3.2.2016621637For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night,

3.2.2116631638Whiter than new snow upon a raven's back.

3.2.2216641639Come, gentle night; come, loving black-browed night;

3.2.2316651640Give me my Romeo, and when I shall die,

3.2.2416661641Take him and cut him out in little stars

3.2.2516671642And he will make the face of heaven so fine

3.2.2616681643That all the world will be in love with night

3.2.2716691644And pay no worship to the garish sun.

3.2.2816701645O, I have bought the mansion of a love,

3.2.2916711646But not possessed it, and though I am sold,

3.2.3016721647Not yet enjoyed. So tedious is this day

3.2.3116731648As is the night before some festival

3.2.3216741649To an impatient child that hath new robes

3.2.3316751650And may not wear them. O, here comes my Nurse.

3.2.3516771652And she brings news, and every tongue that speaks

3.2.3616781653But Romeo's name speaks heavenly eloquence.

3.2.3716791654Now, Nurse, what news? What hast thou there?

3.2.3816801655The cords that Romeo bid thee fetch?

Ay, ay, the cords.[Nurse wrings her hands.]

Ay me, what news? Why dost thou wring thy hands?

A weraday! He's dead, he's dead, he's dead.

3.2.4216851659We are undone, lady, we are undone.

3.2.4316861660Alack the day, he's gone, he's killed, he's dead.

Can heaven be so envious?

Romeo can,

3.2.4616891663Though heaven cannot. O Romeo, Romeo!

3.2.4716901664Whoever would have thought it? Romeo!

What devil art thou that dost torment me thus?

3.2.4916931666This torture should be roared in dismal hell.

3.2.5016941667Hath Romeo slain himself? Say thou but "Ay,"

3.2.5116951668And that bare vowel "I" shall poison more

3.2.5216961669Than the death-darting eye of cockatrice,

3.2.5316971670I am not I, if there be such an ay,

3.2.5416981671Or those eyes shut, that makes thee answer "Ay."

3.2.5516991672If he be slain, say "Ay," or if not, "No."

3.2.5617001673Brief sounds determine my weal or woe.

I saw the wound; I saw it with mine eyes--

3.2.5817021675God save the mark!--here [Points to her breast]on his manly breast.

3.2.5917031676A piteous corpse, a bloody piteous corpse,

3.2.6017041677Pale, pale as ashes, all bedaubed in blood,

3.2.6117051678All in gore blood. I swoonèd at the sight.

O break, my heart; poor bankrupt, break at once!

3.2.6317081680To prison, eyes, ne'er look on liberty.

3.2.6417091681Vile earth, to earth resign; end motion here

3.2.6517101682And thou and Romeo press one heavy bier.

O Tybalt, Tybalt, the best friend I had!

3.2.6717121684O courteous Tybalt, honest gentleman,

3.2.6817131685That ever I should live to see thee dead.

What storm is this that blows so contrary?

3.2.7017151687Is Romeo slaughtered? And is Tybalt dead?

3.2.7117161688My dearest cousin and my dearer lord?

3.2.7217171689Then, dreadful trumpet, sound the general doom!

3.2.7317181690For who is living, if those two are gone?

Tybalt is gone and Romeo banishèd,

3.2.7517201692Romeo that killed him, he is banishèd.

O God, did Romeo's hand shed Tybalt's blood?

3.2.7717231694NurseIt did, it did. Alas the day, it did.

O serpent heart, hid with a flow'ring face!

3.2.7917251696Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave?

3.2.8017261697Beautiful tyrant, fiend angelical,

3.2.8117271698Dove-feathered raven, wolvish-ravening lamb,

3.2.8217291699Despised substance of divinest show,

3.2.8317301700Just opposite to what thou justly seem'st,

3.2.8417311701A damnèd saint, an honorable villain.

3.2.8517321702O nature, what hadst thou to do in hell

3.2.8617331703When thou didst bower the spirit of a fiend

3.2.8717341704In mortal paradise of such sweet flesh?

3.2.8817351705Was ever book containing such vile matter

3.2.8917361706So fairly bound? O that deceit should dwell

3.2.9017371707In such a gorgeous palace.

There's no trust, no faith, no honesty in men.

3.2.9217391709All perjured, all forsworn, all naught, all dissemblers.

3.2.9317401710Ah, where's my man? Give me some aqua-vitae.

3.2.9417411711These griefs, these woes, these sorrows make me old.

3.2.9517421712Shame come to Romeo.

Blistered be thy tongue

3.2.9717441714For such a wish; he was not born to shame.

3.2.9817451715Upon his brow shame is ashamed to sit,

3.2.9917461716For 'tis a throne where honor may be crowned

3.2.10017471717Sole monarch of the universal earth.

3.2.10117481718O, what a beast was I to chide at him!

Will you speak well of him that killed your cousin?

Shall I speak ill of him that is my husband?

3.2.10417521721Ah, poor my lord, what tongue shall smooth thy name

3.2.10517531722When I, thy three-hours wife, have mangled it?

3.2.10617541723But wherefore, villain, didst thou kill my cousin?

3.2.10717551724That villain cousin would have killed my husband.

3.2.10817561725Back, foolish tears, back to your native spring;

3.2.10917571726Your tributary drops belong to woe,

3.2.11017581727Which you mistaking offer up to joy.

3.2.11117591728My husband lives, that Tybalt would have slain,

3.2.11217601729And Tybalt's dead, that would have slain my husband.

3.2.11317611730All this is comfort. Wherefore weep I then?

3.2.11417621731Some word there was, worser than Tybalt's death,

3.2.11517631732That murdered me; I would forget it fain,

3.2.11617641733But O, it presses to my memory

3.2.11717651734Like damnèd guilty deeds to sinners' minds:

3.2.11817661735"Tybalt is dead and Romeo banishèd."

3.2.11917671736That "banishèd," that one word "banishèd"

3.2.12017681737Hath slain ten thousand Tybalts. Tybalt's death

3.2.12117691738Was woe enough if it had ended there,

3.2.12217701739Or if sour woe delights in fellowship,

3.2.12317711740And needly will be ranked with other griefs,

3.2.12417721741Why followed not when she said "Tybalt's dead,"

3.2.12517731742"Thy father" or "thy mother," nay or both,

3.2.12617741743Which modern lamentation might have moved?

3.2.12717751744But with a rearward following Tybalt's death,

3.2.12817761745"Romeo is banishèd"! To speak that word

3.2.12917771746Is father, mother, Tybalt, Romeo, Juliet,

3.2.13017781747All slain, all dead. "Romeo is banishèd."

3.2.13117791748There is no end, no limit, measure, bound

3.2.13217801749In that word's death; no words can that woe sound.

3.2.13317811750Where is my father and my mother, Nurse?

Weeping and wailing over Tybalt's corpse.

3.2.13517831752Will you go to them? I will bring you thither.

Wash they his wounds with tears? Mine shall be spent,

3.2.13717851754When theirs are dry, for Romeo's banishment.

3.2.13817861755Take up those cords. Poor ropes, you are beguiled,

3.2.13917871756Both you and I, for Romeo is exiled.

3.2.14017881757He made you for a highway to my bed,

3.2.14117891758But I a maid, die maiden-widowèd.

3.2.14217901759Come, cords; come, Nurse, I'll to my wedding bed,

3.2.14317911760And death, not Romeo, take my maidenhead.

Hie to your chamber. I'll find Romeo

3.2.14517931762To comfort you; I wot well where he is.

3.2.14617941763Hark ye, your Romeo will be here at night.

3.2.14717951764I'll to him; he is hid at Laurence' cell.

O, find him, give this ring to my true knight,

3.2.14917971766And bid him come to take his last farewell.