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Romeo & Juliet :: Scenes :: Romeo & Juliet: Act III, Scene 2
Scene 2Capulet’s orchard.JulietNurseJuliet in her garden impatiently waits for the day to end and her wedding night to begin. The Nurse returns in tears, and her speech is so jumbled that Juliet believes Romeo is dead. When the Nurse finally spills out the true tale, Juliet is torn between her love for Romeo and hatred of him for killing her cousin, but finally love for her husband is too strong. She laments Romeo’s banishment, and to calm her overwrought grief, the Nurse promises to go find Romeo and work things out.Enter Juliet alone.JUL.Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds,Towards Phoebus’ lodging; such a waggonerAs Phaëton would whip you to the west,And bring in cloudy night immediately.Spread thy close curtain, love-performing night,That th’ runaway’s eyes may wink, and RomeoLeap to these arms untalk’d of and unseen!Lovers can see to do their amorous ritesBy their own beauties, or, if love be blind,It best agrees with night. Come, civil night,Thou sober-suited matron all in black,And learn me how to lose a winning match,Play’d for a pair of stainless maidenhoods.Hood my unmann’d blood, bating in my cheeks,With thy black mantle, till strange love grow bold,Think 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 upon a raven’s back.Come, gentle night, come, loving, black-brow’d night,Give me my Romeo, and, when I shall die,Take him and cut him out in little stars,And he will make the face of heaven so fineThat all the world will be 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 dayAs is the night before some festivalTo an impatient child that hath new robesAnd may not wear them. O, here comes my nurse,Enter Nurse wringing her hands, with the ladder of cords in her lap.And she brings news; and every tongue that speaksBut Romeo’s name speaks heavenly eloquence.Now, nurse, what news? What hast thou there? The cordsThat Romeo bid thee fetch?NURSE.Ay, ay, the cords.Throws them down.JUL.Ay me, what news? Why dost thou wring thy hands?NURSE.Ah, weraday, he’s dead, he’s dead, he’s dead!We are undone, lady, we are undone!Alack the day, he’s gone, 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?This torture should be roar’d in dismal hell.Hath Romeo slain himself? Say thou but ay,And that bare vowel I shall poison moreThan the death-darting eye of cockatrice.I am not I, if there be such an ay,Or those eyes shut, that makes thee answer ay.If he be slain, say ay, or if not, no.Brief sounds determine my weal or woe.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 in blood,All in gore blood; I swooned at the sight.JUL.O, break, my heart, poor bankrout, break at once!To prison, eyes, ne’er look on liberty!Vile earth, to earth resign, end motion here,And thou and Romeo press one heavy bier!NURSE.O Tybalt, Tybalt, the best friend I had!O courteous Tybalt, honest gentleman,That ever I should live to see thee dead!JUL.What storm is this that blows so contrary?Is Romeo slaught’red? And is Tybalt dead?My dearest cousin, and my dearer lord?Then, dreadful trumpet, sound the general doom,For who is living, if those two are gone?NURSE.Tybalt is gone, and Romeo banished,Romeo that kill’d him, he is banished.JUL.O God, did Romeo’s hand shed Tybalt’s blood?NURSE.It did, it did, alas the day, it did!JUL.O serpent heart, hid with a flow’ring face!Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave?Beautiful tyrant! Fiend angelical!Dove-feather’d raven! Wolvish ravening lamb!Despised substance of divinest show!Just opposite to what thou justly seem’st,A damned saint, an honorable villain!O nature, what hadst thou to do in hellWhen thou didst bower the spirit of a fiendIn mortal paradise of such sweet flesh?Was ever book containing such vile matterSo fairly bound? O that deceit should dwellIn such a gorgeous palace!NURSE.There’s no trust,No faith, no honesty in men, all perjur’d,All forsworn, all naught, all dissemblers.Ah, where’s my man? Give me some aqua-vitae;These griefs, these woes, these sorrows make me old.Shame come to Romeo!JUL.Blister’d be thy tongueFor such a wish! He was not born to shame:Upon his brow shame is asham’d to sit;For ’tis a throne where honor may be crown’dSole monarch of the universal earth.O, what a beast was I to chide at him!NURSE.Will you speak well of him that kill’d your cousin?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, mistaking, offer up to joy.My husband lives that Tybalt would have slain,And Tybalt’s dead that would have slain my husband.All this is comfort, wherefore weep I then?Some word there was, worser than Tybalt’s death,That murd’red me; I would forget it fain,But O, it presses to my memoryLike 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 deathWas woe enough if it had ended there;Or if sour woe delights in fellowship,And needly will be rank’d with other griefs,Why followed not, when she said, “Tybalt’s dead,”Thy father or thy mother, nay, or both,Which modern lamentation might have moved?But with a rearward following Tybalt’s death,“Romeo is banished”: to 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.Will you go to them? I will bring you thither.JUL.Wash they his wounds with tears? Mine shall be spent,When theirs are dry, for Romeo’s banishment.Take up those cords. Poor ropes, you are beguil’d,Both you and I, for Romeo is exil’d.He made you for a highway to my bed,But I, a maid, die maiden-widowed.Come, cords, come, nurse, I’ll to my wedding-bed,And death, not Romeo, take my maidenhead!NURSE.Hie to your chamber. I’ll find RomeoTo comfort you, I wot well where he is.Hark ye, your Romeo will be here at night.I’ll to him, he is hid at Lawrence’ cell.JUL.O, find him! Give this ring to my true knight,And bid him come to take his last farewell.Exeunt.
 
 
 
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