Iul: Gallop apace you fierie footed steedes
To Phœbus mansion, such a Waggoner
As Phaeton, would quickly bring you thether,
And send in cloudie night immediately.
Enter Nurse wringing her hands, with the ladder of cordes in her lap.
But how now Nurse: O Lord, why lookst thou sad? 5
What hast thou there, the cordes?
Nur: I, I, the cordes: alacke we are vndone,
We are vndone, Ladie we are vndone.
Iul: What diuell art thou that torments me thus?
Nurs: Alack the day, hees dead, hees dead, hees dead. 10
Jul: This torture should be roard in dismall hell.
Can heauens be so enuious?
Nur: Romeo can if heauens cannot.
I saw the wound, I saw it with mine eyes.
God saue the sample, on his manly breast: 15
A bloodie coarse, a piteous bloodie coarse,
All pale as ashes, I swounded at the sight.
Iul: Ah Romeo, Romeo, what disaster hap
Hath seuerd thee from thy true Juliet?
Ah why should Heauen so much conspire with Woe, 20
Or Fate enuie our happie Marriage,
So soone to sunder vs by timelesse Death?
Nur: O Tybalt, Tybalt, the best frend I had,
O honest Tybalt, curteous Gentleman.