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Rom. And is it not well served in to a sweet | Nurse. Marry farewell!-I pray you, Sir, goose ?
what saucy merchants was this, that was so Mer. O, here's a wit of cheverel," that full of his ropery?t stretches from an inch narrow to an ell broad! Rom. A gentleman, nurse, that loves to
Rom. I stretch it out for that word-broad hear himself talk: and will speak more in a which added to the goose, proves thee far and minute, than he will stand to in a month. wide a broad goosc.
Nurse. An'a speak any thing against me, Mer. Why, is not this better now than groan- I'll take him down an 'a were lustier than he ing for love ? now art thou sociable, now art is, and twenty such Jacks; and if I cannot, thou Romeo; now art thou what thou art, by I'll find those that shall. Scurvy knave! I am art as well as by nature : for this drivelliug none of his flirt-gills; I am none of his skains. love is like a great natural, that runs lolling mates :t-And thou must stand by too, and up and down to hide his bauble in a bole. suffer every knave to use me at bis pleasure? Ben. Stop there, stop there.
Pet. I saw no man use you at his pleasure; Mer. Thou desirest me to stop in my tale if I had, my weapon should quickly have been against the hair.
out, I warrant you: I dare draw as soon as Ben. Thou wouldst else have made thy tale another man, if I see occasion in a good quarlarge.
rel, and the law on my side. Mer. O, thou art deceived, I would have Nurse. Now, afore God, I am so vexed, that made it short: for I was come to the wbole every part about me quivers. Scurvy knave!depth of my tale: and meant, indeed, to oc- Pray you, Sir, a word : and as I told you, my cupy the argument no longer.
young lady bade me inquire you out; what Rom. Here's goodly geer!
she bade nie say, I will keep to myself: but
first let me tell ye, if ye should lead her into a Enter Nurse and Peter.
fool's paradise, as they say, it were a very Mer. A sail, a sail, a sail!
gross kind of behaviour, as they say: for the Ben. Two, two; a shirt, and a smock. gentlewoman is young; and, therefore, if you Nurse. Peter!
should deal double with her, truly, it were an Peter. Anon?
ill thing to be offered to any gentlewoman, and Nurse. My fan, Peter.t.
very weak dealing. Mer. Pr'ythee, do, good Peter, to hide her Rom. Nurse, commend me to thy lady and face ; for her fan's the fairer of the two.
mistress. I protest unto thee, Nurse. God ye good morrow, gentlemen.
Nurse. Good heart ! and, i'faith, I will tell Mer. God ye good den,t fair gentlewoman.
her as much: Lord, lord, she will be a joyful Nurse. Is it good den?
woman. Mer. 'Tis no less, I tell you; for the bawdy
Rom. What wilt thou tell her, nurse ? thou hand of the dial is now upon the prický of dost not mark me.
Nurse. I will tell her, Sir,--that you do Nurse. Out upon you! what a man are you ? protest; which, as I také it, is a genileman
Rom. One, gentlewoman, that God hath like offer. made himself to mar.
Rom. Bid her devise some means to come to Nurse. By my troth, it is well said ;-For This afternoon ;
(shriftg himself to mar, quoth'a ?-Gentlemen, can any
And there she shall at friar Laurence' cell of you tell me where I may find the young Be shriv'd, and married. Here is for thy Romeo?
pains. Rom. I can tell you ; but young Romeo will
Nurse. No, truly, Sir ; not a penny. be older when you have found him, than he
Rom. Go to; I say, you shall. was when you sought him: I am the youngest
Nurse. This afternoon, Sir? well, she shall of that name, for 'fault of a worse.
be there. Nurse. You say well.
Rom. And stay, good nurse, behind the Mer. Yea, is the worst well? very well took,
abbey-wall: i'faith ; wisely, wisely.
Within this hour my man shall be with thee; Nurse. If you be he, Sir, I desire some con
And bring thee cords made like a tackled stair; fidence with you.
Which to the high top-gallant|| of my joy Ben. She will indite him to some supper.
Must be my convoy in the secret night. Mer. A bawd, a bawd, a bawd! So ho! Farewell! –Be trusty, and I'll quit thy pains. Rom. What hast thou found ?
Farewell!--Commend me to thiy mistress. Mer. No hare, Sir; unless a hare, Sir, in a
Nurse. Now God in heaven bless thee! lenten pie, that is something stale and hoar
Hark you, Sir. ere it be spent.
Rom. What say'st thou, my dear nurse?
Nurse. Is your man secret ? Did you ne'er An old hare hoar,||
hear sayAnd an old hare hoar,
Two may keep counsel, putting one away ? Is very good meat in lent:
Rom. I warrant thee; my man's as true as But a hare that is hoar,
steel. Is too much for a score,
Nurse. Well, Sir; my mistress is the sweet. When it hours ere it be spent.-
est lady-Lord, lord !---when 'twas a little Romeo, will you come to your father's ? we'll prating thing,-0,-lhere's a nobleman in to dinner thither.
town, one Paris, that would fain lay knife Rom. I will follow you.
aboard; but she, good soul, had as lieve see a Mer. Farewell, ancient lady; farewell, lady, toad, a very toad, as see him. I anger her
lady, F lady.
1 A mate or companion of one wearing a skain; a short + It was the custom for servants to carry the lady's fan. sword.
Confession. Good even.
Point. 11 Hoary, moudy. il The highest extremity of the mase of a ship. 1 The burden of an old song
sometimes, and tell her that Paris is the pro- | man’s, yet his leg excels all men's; and for a perer man; but, I'll warrant you, when I say hand, and a foot, and a body,—though they be so, she looks as pale as any clout in the varsal not to be talked on, yet they are past compare: world. Doth not rosemary and Romeo begin He is not the flower of courtesy,--but, I'll both with a letter?
warrant him, as gentle as a lamb.-Go thy Rom. Ay, nurse; What of that? both with ways, wench; serve God. What, have you
dined at home? Nurse. Ab, mocker! that's the dog's name. Jul. No, no: But all this did I know before; R is for the dog. No; I know it begins with | What says he to our marriage ? what of that? some other letter: and she hath the prettiest Nurse. Lord, how my head aches ! what a sententious of it, of you and rosemary, that it
head have I ? would do you good to hear it.
It beats as it would fall in twenty pieces. Rom. Commend me to thy lady. (Exit. My back o't'other side,-0, my back, my Nurse. Ay, a thousand times.-Peter!
Beshrew your heart, for sending me about, Nurse. Peter, take my fan, and go before. To catch my death' with jaupting up and
Jul. I'faith, I am sorry that thou art not well: SCENE V.-Capulet's Garden. Sweet, sweet, sweet nurse, tell me, what says Enter JULIET.
Nurse. Your love says like an honest genJul. The clock struck nine, when I did send
tleman, the nurse ; In half an hour she promis’d to return. (so.- And, I warrant, a virtuous :
And a courteous, and a kind, and a handsome,
- Where is your Perchance, she cannot meet him : that's not
mother? 0, she is lame! love's heralds should be
Jul. Where is my mother ?-why, she is thoughts,
Your love suys like an honest gentleman,And therefore hath the wind-swift Cupid Nurse. 0, God's lady dear! wings.
Are you so hot? Marry, come up, I trow; Now is the sun upon the highmost hill Of this day's journey; and from pine till Henceforward do your messages yourself.
Is this the poultice for my aching bones ? twelve
Jul. Here's such a coil, t-come, what says Is three long hours,-yet she is not come.
Nurse. Have you got leave to go to shrift toMy words would bandy* her to my sweet love,
Jul. I have.
Nurse. Then hie you hence to friar Lau
rence' cell, Unwieldy, slow, heavy and pale as lead.
There stays a husband to make you a wife: Enter NURSE and PETER.
Now comes the wanton blood up in your
cheeks, O God, she comes !-0 honey nurse, what They'll be in scarlet straight at any news. news ?
Hie you to church ; I must abother way, Hast thou met with bim ? Send thy man away. To fetch a ladder, by the which your love
Nurse. Peter, stay at the gate. (Exit Peter. Must climb a bird's nest soon, when it is dark: Jul. Now, good sweet nurse,-0 lord! why I am the drudge, and toil in your delight; look'st thou sad?
But you shall bear the burden soon at night. Though news be sad, yet tell them merrily; Go, I'll to dinner; hie you to the cell. If good, thou sham’st the music of sweet news, Jul. Hie to high fortune!-honest purse, By playing it to me with so sour a face.
farewell. Nurse. I am weary, give me leave a while;Fie, how my bones ache! What a jaunt have SCENE VI.-Friar LAURENCE's Cell.
I had! Jul. I would, thou hadst my bones, and I Enter Friar LAURENCE and ROMEO.
thy news: Nay, come, I pray thee, speak ;-good, good
Fri. So smile the heavens upon this holy act, nurse, speak.
That after-hours with sorrow chide us not! Nurse. Jesu! What haste? can you not stay
Rom. Amen, amen! but come what sorrow awhile ?
can, Do you not see, that I am out of breath ?
It cannot countervail the exchange of joy Jid. How art thou out of breath, when thou That one short minute gives me in ber sight: hast breath
Do thou but close our hands with holy words, To say to me--that thou art out of breath? Then love-devouring death do what he dare, The excuse, that thou dost make in this delay, it is enough I may but call her mine. Is longer than the tale thou dost excuse.
Fri. These violent delights have violent ends, Is thy news good, or bad? answer to that;
And in their triumph die; like fire and powder, Say either, and I'll stay the circumstance:
Which, as they kiss, consume: The sweetest Let me be satisfied, Is't good or bad?
honey Nurse. Well, you have made a simple choice; Is loathsome in his own deliciousness, you know not how to choose a man: Romeo! And in the taste confounds the appetile: no, not he; though his face be better than any Therefore, love moderately; long love doth so;
Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow. * Drive her, as a ball struck with a bandy, i. e. a batt or
+ Noise, bustie.
(Ercant. of you.
* III betide.
Enter TYBALT, and others. Here comes the lady :-0, so light a foot Ben. By my head, here come the Capulets. Will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint:
Mer. By my heel, I care not. A lover may bestride the gossamers*
Tyb. Follow me close, for I will speak to That idle in the wanton summer air,
them.-Gentlemen, good den: a word with one And yet not fall; so light is vanity. Jul. Good even to my ghostly confessor.
Mer. And but one word with one of us? Fri. Romeo shall thank thee, daughter, for Couple it with something; make it a word us both.
and a blow. Jul. As much to him, else are his thanks too Tyb. You will find me apt enough to that, much.
Sir, if you will give me occasion. Rom. Ah, Juliet, if the measure of thy joy
Mer. Could you not take some occasion Be heap'd like mine, and that thy skill be without giving ?
Tyb. Mercutio, thou consortest with RoTo blazont it, then sweeten with thy breath
meoThis neighbour air, and let rich music's tongue, minstrels ? an thou make minstrels of us, look
Mer. Consort? what, dost thou make us Unfold the imagin'd happiness that both Receive in either by this dear encounter. to hear nothing but discords : here's my fiddleJul. Conceit,more rich in matter than in stick; here's that shall make you dance. words,
'Zounds, consort! Brags of his substance not of ornanient: Ben. We talk here in the public haunt of They are but beggars that can count their worth;
Either withdraw into some private place, But my true love is grown to such excess,
Or reason coldly of your grievances, I cannot sum up half my sum of wealth. Or else depart; here all eyes gaze on us. Fri. Come, come with me, and we will make Mer. Men's eyes were made to look, and let short work;
them gaze; For, by your leaves, you shall not stay alone, I will pot budge for no man's pleasure, 1. Till holy church incorporate two in one.
Tyb. Well, peace be with you,: Sir! here
comes my man. SCENE I.-A Public Place,
Mer. But I'll be hanged, Sir, if he wear Enter MERCUTIO, BENVOLIO, Page, and Ser.
your livery :
Marry, go before to field, he'll be your follow
Your worship, in that sense, may call himBen. I pray you, good Mercutio, let's retire; The day is hot, the Capulets abroad,
Tyb. Romeo, the hate I bear thee, can afAnd, we meet, we shall not 'scape a brawl;
ford For now, these hot days, is the mad blood No better term than this—Thou art a villain. stirring.
Rom. Tybalt, the reason that I have to love Mer. Thou art like one of those fellows, Doth much excuse the appertaining rage (thee that, when he enters the confines of a tavern, To such a greeting :-Villain am I none; Inot. claps me his sword upon the table, and says, Therefore farewell; I see, thou know'si me God send me no need of thee! and, by the oper- Tyb. Boy, this shall not excuse the injuries ation of the second cup, draws it on the draw. That thou hast done me; therefore turn, and er, when, indeed, there is no need.
draw. Ben. Am I like such a fellow?
Rom. I do protest, I never injur'd thee; Mer. Come, come, thou art as hot a Jack in But love thee better than thou canst devise, thy mood as any in Italy; and as soon moved Till thou shalt know the reason of my love: to be moody, and as soon moody to be moved.
And so, good Capulet, which name I tender Ben. And what to?
As dearly as mine own,-be satisfied. Mer. Nay, an there were two such, we Mer. O calm, dishonourable, vile submisshould have done shortly, for one would kill
sion! the other. Thou! why thou wilt quarrel with A la stoccata* carries it away. [Draws. a man that hath a hair more, or a hair less, in Tybalt, you rat-catcher, will you walk? his beard, than thou hast. Thou wilt quarrel Tyb. What wouldst thou have with me? with a man for cracking nuts, baving no other Mer. Good king of cats, nothing, but one of reason but because thou hast hazel eyes; your nine lives; that I mean to make bold What eye, but such an eye, would spy out such withal, and, as you shall use me hereafter, a quarrel ? Thy head is as full of quarrels, as dry-beat the rest of the eight. Will you pluck an egg is full of meat; and yet thy head hath your sword out of bis pilchert by the ears? been beaten as addle as an egg, for quarrelling. make haste, lest mine be about your ears ere Thou hast quarrelled with a man for coughing it be out. in the street, because he hath wakened thy Tyb. I am for you.
[Drawing dog that hath lain asleep in the sun. Didst Rom. Gentle Mercutio, put thy rapier up, thou not fall out with a tailor for wearing his Mer. Come, Sir, your passado. (They fight, new doublet before Easter? with another, for Rom. Draw, Benvolio;
(shame tying his new shoes with old ribband? and yet Beat down their weapons :-Gentlemen, for thou wilt tutor me from quarrelling!
Forbear this outrage;--Tybalt-MercutioBen. An I were so apt to quarrel as thou The prince expressly hath forbid this bandying art, any iman should buy the fee-simple of my In Veropa streets :-hold, Tybalt;--good Merlife for an hour and a quarter.
cutio. Mer. The fee-simple? O simple!
[Exeunt Tybalt and his Parlizans. The long white filament which flies in the air.
The Italian term for a thrust or stab with a rapter. + Paint, display. 1 Imagination
+ Case or scabbard.
Mer. I am hurt;
Enter Prince, attended ; MONTAGUE, CAPELET, A plague o'both the houses !--I am sped :
their Wires and others. Is he gone, and hath nothing?
Prin. Where are the vile beginners of this Ben. What, art thou hurt ?
fray? Mer. Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch; marry, Ben. O noble prince, I can discover all 'tis enough.
(geon. The unlucky manage of this fatal brawl: Where is my page?-go, villain, fetch a sur
There lies the man slain by young Romeo,
(Exit Page. That slew thy kinsman, brave Mercutio. Rom. Courage, man; the hurt cannot be
La. Cap. Tybalt, my cousin !-O my brother's much.
child! Mer. No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so Unhappy sight! ah me, the blood is spilld wide as a church door; but'tis enough, 'twill of my dear kinsman !-Prince, as ihou art serve: ask for me to-morrow, and you shall
true,* find me a grave man. I am peppcred, I war- For blood of ours shed blood of Montague.rant, for this world :-A plague o’both your | 0 cousin, cousin! houses !--Zounds, a dog, a rat, a mouse, a cat, Prin. Benvolio, who began this bloody fra to scratch a man to death! a braggart, a
Ben. Tybalt, here slain, whoin Romeo's hand rogue, a villain, that fights by the book of arith
did slay; metic!-Why, the devil, came you between Romeo that spoke him fair, bade him bethink us? I was hurt under your arm.
How nicet the quarrel was, and urg'd withal Rom. I thought all for the best.
Your high displeasure :- All this-uttered Mer. Help me into some house, Benvolio,
With gentle breath, calm look, knees humbly Or I shall faint.-A plague o’both your houses!
bow'd, They have made worm's meat of me:
Could not take truce with the unruly spleen I have it, and soundly too :-Your houses !
Of Tybalt deaf to peace, but that he tilts [Exeunt MERCUTIO and BenvoLIO. With piercing steel at bold Mercutio's breast; Rom. This gentleman, the prince's near ally, Who, all as hot, turns deadly point to point, My very friend, hath got his mortal hurt
And, with a martial scorn, with one hand beats In my behalf; my reputation stain'd
Cold death aside, and with the other sends With Tybalt's slander, Tybalt, that an hour
It back to Tybalt, whose dexterity Hath been my kinsman :-O sweet Juliet,
Retorts it: Romeo he cries aloud, Thy beauty hath made me effeminate,
Hold, friends! friends, part! and, swifter than And in my temper soften’d valour's steel.
his tongue, Re-enter BENVOLIO.
His agile arm beats down their fatal points,
And 'twixt them rushes ; underneath wbuse Ben. O Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio's dead;
An envious thrust from Tybalt hit the life That gallant spirit bath aspir'd the clouds, Of stout Mercutio, and then Tybalt fled: Which too untimely here did scorn the earth. But by and by comes back to Romeo, Rom. This day's black fate on more days doth | Who had but'newly entertain'd revenge, depend;
And to't they go like lightning; for, ere I This but begins the woe, others must end.
Could draw to part them, was stout Tybalt
slain; Re-enter TYBALT.
And, as he fell, did Romeo turn and fly : Ben. Here comes the furious Tybalt back This is the truth, or let Benvolio die. again.
La. Cap. He is a kinsman to the Montague, Rom. Alive! in triumph! and Mercutio slain! Affection makes him false, he speaks not true: Away to heaven, respective* lenity,
Some twenty of them fought in this black strije, And fire-ey'd fury be my conductt now!- And all those twenty could but kill one life: Now, Tybalt, take the villain back again, I beg for justice, which thou, prince, must That late thou gav'st me; for Mercutio's soul
give; Is but a little way above our heads,
Romeo slew Tybalt, Romeo must not live. Staying for thine to keep him company
Prin. Romeo slew him, he slew Mercutio ; Either thou, or I, or both, must go with him. Who now the price of his dear blood doth Tyb. Thou, wretched boy, that didst con
owe? sort him here,
Mon. Not Romeo, prince, he was Mercutio's Shalt with him hence.
[end. Rom. This shall determine that.
His fault concludes but, what the law should [They fight; TYBALT falls. The life of Tybalt. Ben. Romeo, away, be gone!
Prin. And, for that offence, The citizens are up, and Tybalt slain:
Immediately we do exíle him hence: Stand not amaz’d the prince will doom thee I have an interest in your hates' proceeding, death,
My blood for your rude brawls doth lie a If thou art taken :-hence !-be gone!-away!
bleeding; Rom. O! I am fortune's fool!
But I'll amercet you with so strong a fine, Ben. Why dost thou stay? [Exit Romeo. That you shall all repent the loss of mine : Enter Citizens, &c.
I will be deat' to pleading and excuses;
Nor tears, nor prayers, shall purchase out i Cit. Which way ran lie, that kill'd Mer
Therefore use none: let Romeo hence in haste, Tybalt, that murderer, which way ran he? Else, when he's found, that hour is his last, Ben. There lies that Tybalt.
Bear hence this body, and attend our will: 1 Cit. Up, Sir, go with me;
Mercy but murders, pardoping those that hill. I charge thee in the prince's name, obey.
(Exeunt. * Conl, considerate gentleness.
* Just and upright.
+ Slight, unimportaol. + Conduct for conductor.
1 Purish by fine
SCENE II.-A Room in Capulet's House. God save the mark!--here on his manly breast:
A piteous corse, a bloody piteous corse;
Pale, pale as ashes, all bedawb'd in blood, Jul. Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds, All in gore blood; I swoonded at the sight. Towards Phoebus' mansion; such a waggoner Jul. ( break, my heart!-poor bankrupt, As Phaeton would whip you to the west,
break at once! And bring in cloudy night immediately.- To prison, eyes! ne'er look on liberty! Spread thy close curtain, love-performing Vile earth, to earth resign; end motion here : night!
And thou, and Romeo, press one heavy bier! That run-away's eyes may wink; and Romeo Nurse. 0 Tybalt, Tybalt, the best friend I Leap to these arms, untalk'd of, and unseen!
had! Lovers can see to do their amorous rites () courteous Tybalt! honest gentleman ! By their own beauties: or, if love be blind, That ever I should live to see thee dead ! It best agrees with night. - Come, civil* night, Jul. What storm is this, that blows so conThou sober-suited matron, all in black,
trary? And learn me how to lose a winning match, Is Romeo slaughter'd; and is Tybalt dead? Play'd for a pair of stainless maidenhoods : My dear-lov'd cousin, and my dearer lord ?Hood iny upmann'd blood bating in my cheekset Then, dreadful trumpet, sound the general With thy black mantle; till strange love, grown
For who is living, if those two are gone? Think true love acted, simple modesty:
Nurse. Tybalt is gone, and Romeo banished; Come, night!-Come, Romeo! come, thou day Romeo, that kill'd him, he is banished. in night!
Jul. O God !-did Romeo's hand shed TyFor thou wilt lie upon the wings of night
balt's blood ? Whiter than new snow on a raven's back.- Nurse. It did, it did; alas the day! it did. Come, gentle night; come, loving, black- Jul. O serpent heart, hid with a flow'ring brow'd night, Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave?
[tace! Give me my Romeo : and, when he shall die, Beautiful tyrant! fiend angelical ! Take him and cut him out in little stars, Dove-feather'd raven! wolvish-ravening lamb! And he will make the face of heaven so fine, Despised substance of divinest show! That all the world will be in love with night, Just opposite to wbat thou justly seem'st, And pay no worship to the garisht sun.- A damned saint, an honourable villain! 0, I have bought the mansion of a love, 0, nature! what hadət thou to do in hell, But not possess'd it; and, though I am sold, When thou didst bower the spirit of a fiend Not yet enjoy’d: So tedious is this day, In mortal paradise of such sweet flesh? As is the night before some festival
Was ever book, containing such vile matter,
Nurse. There's no trust,
No faith, no honesty in men; all perjur’d,
All forsworn, all naught, all dissemblers. And she brings news; and every tongue, that Ah, where's my man? give me some aquaspeaks
[me old. But Romeo's name, speaks heavenly elo. These griefs, these woes, these sorrows make Now, nurse, what news? What hast thou Shame come to Romeo! there, the cords,
Jul. Blister'd be thy tongue, That Romeo bade thee fetch ?
For such a wish! he was not horn to shame: Nurse. Ay, ay, the cords.
Upon his brow shame is asham'd to sit;
[Throws them down. For 'tis a throne where honour may be crowu'd Jul. Ah me! what news? why dost thou Sole monarch of the universal earth. wring thy hands?
0, what a beast was I to chide at him! Nurse. Ah well-a-day! he's dead, he's dead, Nurse. Will you speak well of him that kill'd he's dead!
your cousin ? We are undone, lady, we are undone!
Jul. Shall I speak ill of him that is my husAlack the day !-he's gone, he's kill’d, he's
band ? dead!
Ah, poor my lord, what tongue shall smooth Jul. Can heaven be so envious?
(it?Nurse. Romeo can,
When I, thy three-hours wife, have mangled Though heaven cannot:-O Romeo! Romeo! - But, wherefore, villain, didst thou kill my Who ever would have thought it ?—Romeo!
(band: Jul. What devil art thou, that dost torment That villain cousin would have kill'd my husme thus ?
Back, foolish tears, back to your native spring; This torture should be roar'd in dismal hell. Your tributary drops belong to woe, Hath Romeo slain himself? say thou but I,
Which you, mistaking, offer up to joy., (slain; And that bare vowel I shall poison more
My husband lives, that Tybalt would have Than the death-darting eye of cockatrice:
And Tybalt's dead, that would have slain my I am not I, if there be such an 1;
husband: Or those eyes shut, that make thee answer, I. All this is comfort; Wherefore weep I then? If he be slain, say-I; or if not, no:
Some word there was, worser than Tybalt's Brief sounds determine of my weal, or woe.
death, Nurse. I saw the wound, saw it with mine That murder'd me: I would forget it fain; eyes,
But, O! it presses to my memory,
Like damned guilty deeds to sinners' minds: Grave, solemn.
Tybalt is dead, and Romeo-banished; + These are terms of falconry. t Gaudy, showy. That-banished, that one word--banished,
In Shakspeare's time the affirmative particle ay was usually writte. I, and here it is necessary to retain the old spelling
* To smooth, in ancient language, is to stroke, to caress.