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Hath been my kinsman:- sweet Juliet,
Re-enter BENVOLIO. Ben. O Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio's dead; That gallant spirit hath aspir'd the clouds, Which too untimely here did scorn the earth. Rom. This day's black fate on more days doth
depend;4 This but begins the woe, others must end.
· Re-enter TYBALT. Ben. Here comes the furious Tybalt back again.
Rom. Alive! in triumph! and Mercutio slain!. Away to heaven, respective lenity, And fire-ey'd fury be my conduct now ! Now, Tybalt, take the villain back again, That late thou gav’st me; for Mercutio's soul Is but a little way above our heads, Staying for thine to keep him company; Either thou, or I, or both, must go with him. Tyb. Thou, wretched boy, that didst consort him
here, Shalt with him hence. Rom.
This shall determine that.
[They fight; TYBALT falls. Ben. Romeo, away, be gone! The citizens are up, and Tybalt slain:Stand not amaz’d:—the prince will doom thee death, If thou art taken:--hence !--be gone!-away!
4 This day's black fate on more days doth depend;] This day's unhappy destiny hangs over the days yet to come. There will yet be more mischief.
respective lenity,] Cool, considerate gentleness.
Rom. O! I am fortune's fool!
Why dost thou stay?
[Exit Romeo. Enter Citizens, &c. i Cit. Which way ran he, that kill'd Mercutio ? Tybalt, that murderer, which way ran he?
Ben. There lies that Tybalt. 1 Cit.
Up, sir, go with me; I charge thee in the prince's name, obey.
Enter Prince, attended ; MONTAGUE, CAPULET,
their Wives, and Others. Prin. Where are the vile beginners of this fray?
Ben. O noble Prince, I can discover all
Prin. Benvolio, who began this bloody fray?
bow'd, Could not take truce with the unruly. spleen
as thou art true,] As thou art just and upright. How nice-] How slight, how unimportant, how petty.
Of Tybalt deaf to peace, but that he tilts
La. Cap. He is a kinsman to the Montague, Affection makes him false,' he speaks not true: Some twenty of them fought in this black strife, And all those twenty could but kill one life: I beg for justice, which thou, prince, must give; Romeo slew Tybalt, Romeo must not live.
Prin. Romeo slew him, he slew Mercutio; Who now the price of his dear blood doth owe? Mon. Not Romeo, prince, he was Mercutio's
friend; His fault concludes but, what the law should end, The life of Tybalt.
9 Affection makes him false,] The charge of falsehood on Benvolio, though produced at hazard, is very just. The author, who seems to intend the character of Benvolio as good, meant perhaps to show, how the best minds, in a state of faction and discord, are detorted to criminal partiality. JOHNSON.
And, for that offence, Immediately we do exíle him hence: I have an interest in your hates' proceeding, My blood for your rude brawls doth lie a bleeding; 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; Nor tears, nor prayers, shall purchase out abuses, Therefore use none: let Romeo hence in haste, Else, when he's found, that hour is his last. Bear hence this body, and attend our will: Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill.
A Room in Capulet's House.
· Spread thy close curtain, love-performing night!
That run-away's eyes may wink; &c.] Juliet first wishes for the absence of the sun, and then invokes the night to spread its curtain close around the world:
Spread thy close curtain, love-performing night! Next, recollecting that the night would seem short to her, she speaks of it as of a run-away, whose flight she would wish to retard, and whose eyes she would blind, lest they should make discoveries.
It best agrees with night.-Come, civil night,
night, Give me my Romeo: and, when he shall die, 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, 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 day, As is the night before some festival To an impatient child, that hath new robes, And may not wear them. O, here comes my nurse,
Enter Nurse, with Cords. And she brings news; and every tongue, that speaks But Romeo's name, speaks heavenly eloquence. Now, nurse, what news ? What hast thou there,
the cords, That Romeo bade thee fetch?
2 Come, civil night,] Ciril is grave, decently solemn.
3 Hood my unmann'd blood bating in my cheeks,] These are terms of falconry. An unmanned hawk is one that is not brought to endure company. Buting, (not baiting, as it has hitherto been printed,) is fluttering with the wings as striving to fly away.
the garish sun,] Garish is gaudy, showy.