Mon. Not Romeo, prince, he was Mercutio's friend;[820] 180
His fault concludes but what the law should end,
The life of Tybalt.
Prin. And for that offence
Immediately we do exile him hence:
I have an interest in your hate's proceeding,[821]
My blood for your rude brawls doth lie a-bleeding; 185
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;[822]
Nor tears nor prayers shall purchase out abuses:[823]
Therefore use none: let Romeo hence in haste, 190
Else, when he's found, that hour is his last.[824]
Bear hence this body, and attend our will:
Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill. [Exeunt.[825]
Scene II. Capulet's orchard.[826]
Enter Juliet.[827]
Jul. Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds,
Towards Phœbus' lodging: such a waggoner[828]
As Phaethon would whip you to the west,[829]
And bring in cloudy night immediately.
Spread thy close curtain, love-performing night, 5
That runaway's eyes may wink, and Romeo[830]
Leap to these arms, untalk'd of and unseen.[831]
Lovers can see to do their amorous rites[832]
By their own beauties; or, if love be blind,[833]
It best agrees with night. Come, civil night, 10
Thou sober-suited matron, all in black,[834]
And learn me how to lose a winning match,
Play'd for a pair of stainless maidenhoods:[835]
Hood my unmann'd blood bating in my cheeks[836]
With thy black mantle, till strange love grown bold[837] 15
Think true love acted simple modesty.[838]
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.[839]
Come, gentle night, come, loving, black-brow'd night, 20
Give me my Romeo; and, when he shall die,[840]
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[841]
And pay no worship to the garish sun. 25
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 30
And may not wear them. O, here comes my nurse,
And she brings news, and every tongue that speaks
But Romeo's name speaks heavenly eloquence.
Enter Nurse, with cords.[842]
Now, nurse, what news? What hast thou there? the cords[843]
That Romeo bid thee fetch?[844]
Nurse. Ay, ay, the cords.[844][845] 35
[Throws them down.
Jul. Ay me! what news? why dost thou wring thy hands?[846]