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An excellent conceited tragedie of Romeo and Iuliet As it hath been often (with great applause) plaid publiquely, by the right Honourable the L. of Hunsdon his Seruants.; Romeo and Juliet
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Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616.
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1597
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STC 22322; ESTC S111176
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heere slaine whom Romeos hand did slay Romeo who spake him fayre bid him bethinke How nice the quarrell was But Tibalt still persisting in his wrong The stout Mercutio drewe to calme the storme Which Romeo seeing cal'd stay Gentlemen And on me cry'd who drew to part their strife And with his agill arme yong Romeo As fast as tung cry depeace sought peace to make While they were enterchanging thrusts and blows Vnder yong Romeos laboring arme to part The furious Tybalt cast an enuious thrust That rid the life of stout Merâ—utio With that he fled but presently return'd And with his rapier braued Romeo That had but newly entertain'd reuenge And ere I could draw forth my rapyer To part their furie downe did Tybalt fall And this way Romeo fled Mâ— He is a Moâ—â—tagew and speakes partiall Some twentie of them fought in this blacke strife And all those twenty could but kill one life I doo intreate sweete Prince thou lt iustice giue Romeo slew Tybalâ— Romeo may not liue Prin And for that offence Immediately we doo â—xile him hence I haue an interest in your hates proceeding My blood for your rude braules doth lye a bleeding But I le amerce you with so large a fine That you shall all repent the losse of mine I will be deafe to pleading and excuses Nor teares nor prayers shall purchase for abuses Pittie shall dwell and gouerne with vs still Mercie to all but murdrers pardoning none that kill Exeunt omnes Enter Iuliet Iul Gallop apace you fierie footed steedes To Phoebus 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 What haâ—t 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 hee s dead hee s dead hee s dead Iul 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 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 Iuliet Ah why shouâ—d Heauen so much conspire with Woe Or Fate enuie our happâ—e Marriage So soone to sunder vs by timelesse Death Nur O Tybalt Tybalt the best frend I had O honest Tybalt curteous Gentleman Iul What storme is this that blowes so contrarie Is Tybalâ— dead and Romeo murdered My deare loude cousen and my dearest Lord. Then let the â—rumpet sound a generall doome These two being dead then liuing is there none Nur Tybalt is dead and Romeo banished Romeo that murdred him is banished Iul Ah heauens did Romeos hand shed Tybalts blood Nur It did it did alacke the day it did Iul O serpents hate hid with a flowring face O painted sepâ—lcher including filth Was neuer booke containing so foule matter So fairâ—y bound Ah what meant Romeo Nur There is no truth no faith no honestie in men All false all faithles periurde all forsworne Shame come to Romeo Iul A blister on that tung he was not borne to shame Vpon his face Shame is ashamde to sit But wherefore vâ—llaine didst thou kill my Cousen That villaine Cousen would haue kild my husband All this is comfort But there yet remaines VVorse than his death which faine I would forget But â—h it presseth to my memorie Romeo is banished Ah that word Banished Is worse than death Romeo is banished Is Father Mother Tybalt Iuliet All kiâ—ld all slaine all dead all banished Where are my Father and my Mother Nurse Nur VVeeping and wayling ouer Tybalts coarse VVill you goe to them Iul I I when theirs are spent Mine shall â—â—e shed for Romeos banishment Nur Ladie your Romeo will be here to night I le to him he is hid at Laurence Cell Iul Doo so and beare this Ring to my true Knight And bid him come to take his last farewell Exeunt Enter Frier Fr Romeo come forth come forth thou fearfull man Affliction is enamourd on thy parts And thou art wedded to Calamitie Enter Romeo Rom Father what newes what is the Princes doome VVhat Sorrow craues acquaintance at our hands VVhich yet we know not Fr Too familiar Is my yong sonne with such fowre companie I bring thee tidings of the Princes doome Rom VVhat lesâ—e than doomes day is the Princes doome Fr A gentler iudgement vanisht from his lips Not bodies death but bodies banishment Rom Ha Banished be mercifull say death For Exile hath more terror in his lookes Than death it selfe doo not say Banishment Fr Hence from Verona art thou banished Be patient for the world is broad and wide Rom There is no world without Verona walls But purgatorie torture hell it selfe Hence banished is banisht from the world And world exilde is death Calling death banishment Thou cutst my head off with a golden axe And smilest vpon the stroke that murders me Fr Oh monstrous sinne O rude vnthankfulnes Thy fault our law calls death but the milde Prince Taking thy part hath rushd aside the law And â—urnd that blacke word death to banishment This is meere mercie and thou seest it not Rom T is torture and not mercie heauen is heero Where Iuliet liues and eueâ—ie cat and dog And little mouse euerie vnworthie thing â—iue here in heauen and may looke on her But Romeo may not More validitie More honourable state more courtship liues In carrion flyes than Romeo they may seaze On the white wonder of faire Iuliets skinne And steale immortall kisses from her lipâ— But Romeo may not he is banished â—lies may doo this but I from this must flye Oh Father hadst thou no strong poyson mixt No sharpe ground knife no present meane of death Though nere so meane but banishment To torture me withall ah banished O Frier the damned vse that word in hell Howlâ—ng attends it How hadst thou the heart Being a Diuine a ghostly Confessor A sinne absoâ—uer and my frend profest To mangle me with that word Banishment Fr Thou fond mad man heare me but speake a word Rom O thou wilt talke againe of Banishment Fr I le giue thee armour to beare off this word Aduersities sweete milke philosophie To comfort thee though thou be banished Rom Yet Banished hang vp philosophie Vnlesse philosophie can make a Iuliet Displant a Towne reuerse a Princes doome It hâ—lpes not it preuâ—iles not talke no more Fr O now I see that madmen haue no eares Rom How should they when that wise men haue no eyes Fr Let me dispute with thee of thy estate Rom Thou canst not speak of what thou dost not feele Wert thou as young as I Iuliet thy Loue An houre but married Tybalt murdred Doting like me and like
post horse I will not stâ—y in Mantua to night Balt Pardon me Sir I will not leaue you thus Your lookes are dangerous and full of feare I dare not nor I will not leaue you yet Rom Doo as I bid thee get me incke and paper And hyre those horse stay not I say Exit Balthasar Well Iuliet I will lye with thee to night Le ts see for meanes As I doo remember Here dwells a Pothecarie whom oft I noted As I past by whose needie shop is stufft With beggerly accounts of emptie boxes And in the same an Aligarta hangs Olde endes of packthred and cakes of Roses Are thinly strewed to make vp a show Him as I noted thus with my selfe I thought And if a man should need a poyson now Whose present sale is death in Mantua Here he might buy it This thought of mine Did but forerunne my need and here about he dwâ—ls Being Holiday the Beggers shop is shut What ho Apothecarie come forth I say Enter Apothecarie Apo VVho calls what would you sir Rom Heere 's twentie duckates Giue me a dram of some such speeding geere As will dispatch the wearie takers life As suddenly as powder being fierd From forth a Cannons mouth Aâ—o Such drugs I haue I must of force confesse But yet the law is death to those that sell them Rom Art thou so bare and full of pouertie And doost thou feare to violate the Law The Law is not thy frend nor the Lawes frend And therefore make no conscience of the law Vpon thy backe hangs ragged Misâ—rie Aâ—d staâ—ued Famine dwelleth in thy cheekes Apo My pouertie but not my will consents Rom I pay thy pouertie but not thy will Apo Hold take you this and put it in anie liquid thing you will and it will serue had you the liues of twenty men Rom Hold take this gold worse poyson to mens soules Than this which thou hast giuen me Goe hye thee hence Goe buy the cloathes and get thee into flesh Come cordiall and not poyson goe with mee To Iuliets Graue for there must I vse thee Exeunt Enter Frier Iohn Iohn VVhat Frier Laurence Brother ho Laur This same should be the voyce of Frier Iohn VVhat newes from Mantua what will Romeo come Iohn Going to seeke a barefoote Brother out One of our order to associate mee Here in this Cittie visiting thâ— sick VVhereas the infectious pestilence remaind And being by the Searchers of the Towne Found and examinde we were both shut vp Laur VVho bare my letters then to Romeo Iohn I haue them still and here they are Laur Now by my holy Order The letters were not nice but of great weight Goe get thee hence and get me presently A spade and mattocke Iohn Well I will presently go fetch thee them Exit Laur Now must I to the Monument alone Least that the Ladie should before I come Be wakde from sleepe I will hye To free her from that Tombe of miserie Exit Enter Countie Paris and his Page with flowers and sweete water Par Put out the torch and lye thee all along Vnder this Ew-tree keeping thine eare close to the hollow ground And if thou heare one tread within this Churchyard Staight giue me notice Boy I will my Lord. Paris strewes the Tomb with flowers Par Sweete Flower with flowers I strew thy Bridale bed Sweete Tombe that in thy circuite dost containe The perfect modell of eternitie â—aire Iuliet that with Angells dost remaine Accept this latest fauour at my hands That liuing honourd thee and being dead With funerall praises doo adorne thy Tombe Boy whistles and â—â—lls My Lord. Enter Romeo and Balâ—hasar with a torch a a mattocke and a crow of yron Par The boy giues warning something doth approach What cursed foote wanders this was to night To stay my obsequies and true loues rites What with a torch muffle me night a while Rom Giue mee this mattooke and this wrâ—â—tching Iron And take these letters early in the morning See thou deliuer them to my Lord and Father So get thee gone and trouble me â—o more Why I descend into this bed of death Is partly to behold my â—adies face But chiefly to take from her dead finger A precious ring which I must vse In deare imployment but if thou wilt stay Further to prie in what I vndertake By heauen I le teare thee ioynt by ioynt And strewe thys hungry churchyard with thy lims The time and my inâ—ens are sauage â—ilde Balt Well I le be gone and not trouble you Rom So shalt thou win my sauour take thou this Commend me to my Father farwell good fellow Balt Yet for 〈◊〉 this will I not paâ—t 〈◊〉 â—hence Romeo opens the tombe Rom Thou detestable maw thou womb of death Gorde with the dearest morsell of the earth Thus I enforce thy rotten iawes to ope Par This is that banisht haughtie Mountâ—â—â—â—â— That murderd my loues cosen I will apprehend hâ—m Stop thy vnhallowed toyle vile Mountaguâ— Can vengeance be pursued â—urther then deaâ—h I doâ— attach thee as a fellon heere The Law condemnes thee therâ—fore thou 〈◊〉 dyâ— Rom I must indeed and therefore came I â—â—ther Good youth begâ—â—â— â—ompt not a desperate man Heape not another sinne vpon my head By sheding of thy bloud I doe protest I loue thee better then I loue my selfe For I come hyther armde against my selfe Par I doe deâ—ie thy coniurations And doe attach thee as a fellon heere Rom What dost thou tempt me then haue at thee boy They fight Boy O Lord they fight I will goe call the watch Par Ah I am slaine if thou be mercifull Open the tombe lay me with Iuliet Rom Yfaith I will let me peruse this face Mercuâ—ios kinsman noble County Paris What said my man when my betossed soule Did not regard him as we past a long Did he not say Paris should haue maried Iuliet eyther he said so or I dreamd it so But I will satisfie thy last request For thou hast prizd thy loue aboue thy life Death lye thou there by a dead man interd How oft haue many at the houre of death Bâ—ene blith and pleasant which their keepers call A lightning before death But how may I Call this a lightning Ah deare Iuliet How well thy beauty doth become this graue O I beleeue that vnsubstanciall death Is amorous and doth court my loue Therefore will I O heere O euer heere Set vp my euerlasting rest With wormes that are thy chamber mayds Come desperate Pilot now at once runne on The dashing rockes thy sea-â—icke weary barge Heer 's to my loue O true Apothecary Thy drugs are swift thus with a kisse I dye 〈◊〉 Enter Fryer with a Lanthorne How oft to night haue these my aged feete Stumbled at graues as I did passe along Whose there Man A frend and one that knowes you well Fr Who is it that consorts so late the dead What light is yon if I be not deceiued Me thinkes it burnes in