Hath slain ten thousand Tybalts.* Tybalt's , And turn'd that black word death to banishdeath

ment: Was woe enough, if it had ended there:

This dear mercy, and thou seest it not. Or,-if sour woe delights in fellowship,

Rom. 'Tis torture, and not mercy: heaven is And needly will be rank'd with other griefs,- here, Why follow'd not, when she said-Tybalt's Where Juliet lives; and every cat, and dog, Thy father, or thy mother, nay, or both, (dead, And little mouse, every unworthy thing, Which modernt lamentation might have mov’d? Live here in heaven, and may look on ber, But, with a rear-ward following Tybalt's death, But Romeo may not.—More validity,* Romeo is banished,—to speak that word, More honourable state, more courtship lives Is father, mother, Tybalt, Romeo, Juliet, In carrion flies, than Romeo: they may seize All slain, all dead :--Romeo is banished, On the white wonder of dear Juliet's band, There is no end, no limit, measure, bound, And steal immortal blessing from her lips; In that word's death; nó words can that woe Who, even in pure and vestal modesty, sound.

Still blush, as thinking their own kisses sin; Where is my father, and my mother, nurse? But Romeo may not; he is banished: Nurse. Weeping and wailing over Tybalt's Flies may do this, when I from this must fiy; corse ;

They are free men, but I am banished. Will you go to them: I will bring you thither. And say'st thou yet, that exile is not death? Jul. Wash they his wounds with tears? mine Hadst ihou no poison mix'd, no sharp-grouod shall be spent,

knife, When theirs are dry, for Romeo's banishment. No sudden mean of death, though ne'er so mean, Take up those cords :-Poor ropes, you are But-banished-to kill me; banished ? beguild,

O friar, the damned use that word in hell ; Both you and I; for Romeo is exild:

Howlings attend it: How hast thou the beart, He made you for a highway to my bed ; Being a divine, a ghostly confessor, But I, a maid, die maiden-widowed.

A sin-absolver, and my friend profess'd, Come, cords ; come, nurse ; I'll to my wedding To nangle me, with that word-banishment?

Fri, Thou fond mad man, hear me but speak And death, not Romeo, take my maidenhead!

a word. Nurse. Hie to your chamber: I'll find Romeo Rom. O, thou wilt speak again of banishTo comfort you :- I wott well where he is.

ment. Hark ye, your Romeo will be here at night; Fri. I'll give thee armunr to keep off that I'll to him; he is hid at Laurence' cell. Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy, [word; Jul. O find him! give this ring to my true To comfort thee, though thou art banished. knight,

Rom. Yet banisbed ?-Hang up philosophy! And bid him come to take his last farewell. Unless philosophy can make a Juliet,

[Exeunt. Displant a town, reverse a prince's doom;

It helps not, it prevails not, talk no more. SCENE III.-Friar LAURENCE's Cell. Fri. O, then I see that madmen have no Enter Friar LAURENCE and Romeo.

Rom. How should they, when that wise men Fri. Romeo, come forth; come forth, thou

have no eyes? fearful man;

Fri. Let me dispute with thee of thy estate. Affliction is enamour'd of thy parts,

Rom. Thou canst not speak of what thou And thou art wedded to calanity. Rom. Father, what news? what is the Wert thou as young as I, Juliet' thy love,

dost not feel : prince's doom?

An hour but married, Tybalt murdered, What sorrow craves acquaintance at my hand, Doting like me, and like me banished, That I yet know not?

Then might'st thou speak, then might'st thou Fri. Too familiar

tear thy hair,
Is my dear sop with such sour company : And fall upon the ground, as I do now,
I bring thee tidings of the prince's doom.
Rom. What less than "doomsday is the Taking the measure of an unmade grave.

Fri. Arise; one knocks; good Romeo, hide prince's doom?

thyself. Fri. A gentler judgement vanish'd from his

(Knocking within

Rom. Not I, unless the breath of heart-sick lips,

groans, Not body's death, but body's banishment.

Mist-like, infold me from the search of eyes. Rom. Ha! banishment ? be merciful, sayFor exile hath more terror in his look, (death :


Fri. Hark, how they knock !-Who's there? Much more than death : do not say-banish

-Romeo, arise ; ment, Fri. Hence from Verona art thou banished: Thou wilt be taken:-Stay a while: stand up; Be patient, for the world is broad and wide.

(Knocking. Rom. There is no world without Verona What wilfulness is this?-I come, I come.

Run to my study :-By and by :-God's will! But purgatory, torture, hell itself. (walls, Hence-banished is banish'd from the world,


Who knocks so hard? whence come you ! And world's exíle is death :then banishment Is death misterm'd: calling death-banishment,

what's your will ?

Nurse. [Within.] Let me come in, and you Thou cut'st my head off with a golden axe,

shall know my errand; And smil'st upon the stroke that murders me. Fri. ( deadly sin! ( rude unthankfulness !

I come from lady Juliet.

Fri. Welcome then. Thy fault our law calls death; but the kind prince,

Enter NORSE. Taking thy part, hath rush'd aside the law, Nurse. () holy friar, 0, tell me, loly friar,

Where is my lady's lord, where's Romeo ? #le. Is worse than the loss of ten thousand Tybalts. + Cominon. I Know.

* Worth, value.



Fri. There on the ground, with his own tears And turns it to exile; there art thou happy: made drunk.

A pack of blessings lights upon thy back; Nurse. O, he is even in my mistress' case, Happiness courts thee in her best array; Just in her case!

But, like a mis-behav'd and sullen wench, Fri. () woeful sympathy!

Thou pout'st upon thy fortune and thy love: Piteous predicament!

Take heed, take heed, for such die miserable. Nurse. Even so lies she,

Go, get thee to thy love, as was decreed, Blubbering and weeping; weeping and blub- ! Ascend her chamber, hence and comfort her; bering :

But, look, thou stay pot till the watch be set, Stand up, stand up; stand, an you be a man For then thou cansi not pass to Mantua; For Juliet's sake, for her sake, rise and stand; ; Where thou shalt live, till we can find a time Why should you fall into so deep an ()? To blaze your marriage, reconcile your friends, Rom. Nurse!

Beg pardon of the prince, and call thee back Nurse. Ah Sir! ab Sir!-- Well, aeath's the With twenty hundred thousand times more end of all.

joy Rom. Spak'st thou of Juliet? how is it with Than thou went'st forth in lamentation.her ?

Go before, nurse: commend me to thy lady; Doth she not think me an old murderer, And bid her hasten all the house to bed, Now I have staind the childhood of our joy Which heavy sorrow makes them apt unto: With blood remov'd but little from her own? Romeo is coming. Where is she? and how doth she? and what Nurse. O Lord, I could have staid here all says

the night, My conceal'd lady to our cancell'd love ? To hear good counsel : 0, what learning is !Nurse. O, she says nothing, Sir, but weeps My lord, I'll tell my lady you will come. and weeps ;

Rom. Do so, and bid my sweet prepare to And now falls on her bed; and then starts up,

chide. And Tybalt calls; and then on Romeo cries, Nurse. Here, Sir, a ring she bid me give you, And then down falls again.

Sir: Rom. As if that name,

Hie you, make baste, for it grows very late. Shot from the deadly level of a gun,

(Exit NURSE. Did murder her; as that name's cursed hand Rom. How well my comfort is reviv'd by Murder'd her kinsman.-0 tell me, friar, tell

this! In what vile part of this anatomy {ine, Fri. Go hence: Good pight; and here stands Doth my name lodge? tell me, that I may

all your state ;* sack

Either be gone before the watch be set, The hateful mansion. (Drawing his Sword. Or by the break of day disguis'd from hence: Fri. Hold thy desperate band:

Sojourn in Mantua; I'll find out your man, Art thou a man? thy form cries out, thou art; And he shall signify from time to time Thy tears are womanish; thy wild acts denote Every good hap to you, that chances here: The unreasonable fury of a beast :

Give me thy hand; 'tis late : farewell; good Unseenly woman, in a seeming man!

night. Or ill-beseeming beast, in seeming both! Rom. But that a joy past joy calls out on Thou hast amaz'd me: by my holy order,

me, I thought thy disposition better temper'd. It were a grief, so brief to part with thee : Hast thou slain Tybalt? wilt thou slay thy- Farewell.

[Exeunt. self? And slay thy lady too that lives in thee, SCENE IV.-A Room in CaPULET's House. By doing damned hate upon thyself? (earth? Why rail'st thou on thy birth, the heaven, and Enter CAPULET, Lady CAPULET, and Paris. Since birth, and heaven, and earth, all three do meet

Cap. Things have fallen out, Sir, so unIn thee at once; which thou at once wouldst That we have had no time to move our daugh



Fie, fie! thou sham’st thy shape, thy love, tby Look you, she lov'd her kinsman Tybalt dear-
Which, like an usurer, abound'st in all,
And usest none in that true use indeed

And so did I;-Well, we were born to die.Which should bedeck thy shape, thy love, thy I promise you, but for your company,

'Tis very late, she'll not come down to night: Thy noble shape is but a form of wax, (wit.

I would have been a-bed an hour ago. Digressing froin the valour of a man:

Par. These times of woe afford no time to Thy dear love, sworn, but hollow perjury, Killing that love which thou hast vow'd to Madam, good night: commend me to your

cherish : Thy wit, that ornament to shape and love,

daughter. Mis-shapen in the conduct of them both,

La. Cap. I will, and know her mind early

to-morrow; Like powder in a skill-less soldier's flask, Is set on fire by thine own ignorance,

To-night she's mew'dt up to her heaviness. And thou dismember'd with thine own de

Cap. Sir Paris, I will make a desperater

tender fence.* What, rouse thee, man! thy Juliet is alive,

Of my child's love: I think, she will be ruld For whose dear sake thou wast but lately Wife, go you to her ere you go to bed;..(not.

In all respects by me; nay more, I doubt it dead; There art thou happy: Tybalt would kill thee, Acquaint her here of my son Paris' love; But thou slew'st Tybalt; there art thou happy But, soft; What day is this?

And bid her, mark you me, on Wednesday too: [friend,

(nextThe law, that threaten'd death, becomes thy

Par. Monday, my lord.

* The whole of your fortune depends on this. * Torn to pieces with thine own weapons.

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Cap. Monday? ha! ha! Well, Wednesday | The day is broke; be wary, look about. is too soon,

[Erit NURSE. O'Thursday let it be ;-o'Thursday, tell her, Jul. Then, window, let day in, and let life She shall be married to this noble earl: Will you be ready? do you like this haste? Rom. Farewell, farewell! one kiss, and I'll We'll keep no great ado ;-a friend, or two :


(Romeo descends. For hark you, Tybalt being slain so late, Jul. Art thou gone so? my love! my lord! It may be thought we held him carelessly,

my friend! Being our kinsman, if we revel much:

I must hear from thee every day i'the hour, Therefore we'll bave some half a dozen friends, For in a minute there are many days : And there an end. But what say you to Thurs-O! by this count I shall be much in years, day?

Ere l again behold my Romeo. Par. My lord, I would that Thursday were Rom. Farewell! I will omit no opportunity to-morrow,

That may convey my greetings, love, to thee. Cap. Well, get you gone :-O'Thursday be Jul. O, think'st thou, we shall ever meet it then :

again? Go you to Juliet ere you go to bed,

Rom. I doubt it not; and all these woes Prepare her, wife, against this wedding-day.

sball serve Farewell, my lord. - Light to my chamber, ho! For sweet

discourses in our time to come. Atore me, it is so very late, that we

Jul. () God! I have an ill-divining soul: May call it early by and by:-Good night. Methinks, I see thee, now thou art below,

[Exeunt. As one dead in the bottom of a tomb:

Either my eye-sight fails, or thou look'st pale. SCENE V.-JULIET's Chamber,

Rom. And trust me, love, in my eye so do

you : Enter Romeo and Juliet.

Dry sorrow drinks our blood. Adieu! adieu! Jul. Wilt thou be gone? It is not yet pear

(Exit Romeo. It was the nightingale, and not the lark, [day: Jul. O fortune, fortune! all men call thee That pierc'd the fearful hollow of thine ear;

fickle : Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate-tree : If thou art fickle, what dost thou with him Believe me, love, it was the nightingale. That is renown'd' for faith? Be fickle, fortune;

Rom. It was the lark, the herald of the morn, For then, I hope, thou wilt not keep him long, No nightingale : look, love, what envious But send him back. streaks

La. Cap. (Within.] Ho, daughter! are you Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east : Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Jul. Who is't that calls ? is it my lady mother! Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain-tops; Is she not down so late, or up so early ? I must be gone and live, or stay and die. What unaccustom'd cause procures Jul. Yon light is not daylighi, I know it, I :

hither ? It is some meteor that the sun exhales, To be to thee this night a torch-bearer,

Enter LADY CAPULET. And light thee on thy way to Mantua :

La. Cap. Why, how now, Juliet? Therefore stay yet, thou need’st not to be gone.

Jul. Madam, I am pot well. Rom. Let me be ta’en, let me be put to

La. Cap. Evermore weeping for your cousin's I am content, so thou wilt have it so. (death;


(tears! I'll say, yon grey is not the morning's eye,

What, wilt thou wash him from his grave with 'Tis but the pale reflex of Cynthia's brow ;* An it thou couldst, thou couldst not make him Nor that is not the lark, whose notes do beat

hiye; The vaulty heaven so high above our heads :

Therefore, have done: Some grief shows much I have more caret to stay, than will to go;

of love; ;

(wit. Come, death, and welcome! Juliet wills it But much of grief shows still some want of

Jul. Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss. How is't, my soul ? let's talk, it is not day.

La. Cup. So shall you feel the loss, but not Jul. It is, it is, hie hence, be gone, away ;

the friend It is the lark that sings so out of tune, Which you weep for. Straining, harsh discords, and uppleasing Jul. Feeling so the loss, sharps.

I cannot choose but ever weep the friend. Some say, the lark makes sweet division ;

La. Cap. Well, girl, thou weep'st not so This doth not so, for she divideth us: [eyes;

much for his death, Some say, the lark and loathed toad change As that the villain lives which slaughter'd him. 0, now I would they had chang'd voices too!

Jul. What villain, madam?
Since arm from arm that voice doth us affray, La. Cap. That same villain, Romeo.
Hunting thee hence with hunts-ups to the day.

Jul. Villain and he are many miles asunder. 0, now be gone; more light and light it grows, God pardon bim! I do, with all my heart; Rom. More light and light ?--more dark and And yet no man, like he, doth grieve my heart. dark our woes.

La. Cap. That is, because the traitor murEnter NURSE.

derer lives.

Jul. Ay, madam, from the reach of these my Nurse. Madam!


(death? Jul. Nurse?

'Would, none but I might venge my cousin's Nurse. Your lady mother's coming to your La. Cap. We will have vengeance for it, sear chamber :

thou not:


Then weep no more. I'll send to one in Man. * Reflection of the moon. + Inclination. Where that same banish'd runagate doth 1 Division was the technical phrase for musical compo

live,A tune played to wake hunters, also a morning song to a woman the day after marriage.



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That shall bestow on him so sure a draught, Proud,-and, I thank you,-and, I thank you That he shall soon keep Tybalt company:

not ;And then, I hope, thou wilt be satistied. And yet not proud ;-Mistress minion, you,

Jul. Indeed, I never shall be satisfied Thank me no thankings, nor proud me no With Romeo, till I behold him-dead


[next, Is my poor heart so for a kinsman vex'd:- But settie your fine joints 'gainst Thursday Madam, if you could find out but a man To with Paris to Saint Peter's church, To bear a poison, I would temper it;

Or I will drag thee on a hurdle thither. That Romeo should, upon receipt thereof, Out, you green-sickness carrion! out, you Soon sleep in quiet.-0, how my heart abhors You tallow-face!

[baggage! To hear him nam'd,-and cannot come to La. Cap. Fie, fie! what are you mad ? him,

Jul. Good father, I beseech you on my To wreak the love I bore my cousin Tybalt

knees, Upon his body that bath slaughter'd him! Hear me with patience but to speak a word. 'La, Cap. Find thou the means, and I'll find Cap. Hang ihee, young baggage! disobesuch a man.

dient wretch!

[day, But now I'll tell thee joyful tidings, girl. I tell thee what,-get thee to church o'ThursJul. And joy comes well in such a needful. Or never after look me in the face: time:

Speak not, reply not, do not answer me: What are they, I beseech your ladyship? My fingers itch.-Wife, we scarce thought us La. Cap. Well, well, thou hasi a careful

bless'd, father, child;

That God had sent us but this only child; One, who, to put thee from thy heaviness, But now I see this one is one too much, Hath sorted out a sudden day of joy,

And that we have a curse in having her:
That thou expect'st not, nor I look'd not for. Out on her, hilding !*
Jul. Madam, in happy time, what day is Nurse. God in heaven bless her!-

You are to blame, my lord, to rate her so. La. Cap. Marry, my child, early next Thurs- Cap. And why, my lady wisdom? hold your day morn,

tongue, The gallant, young, and noble gentleman, Good prudence; smatter with your gossips, go. The county Paris, at Saint Peter's church, Nurse. I speak no treason. Shall happily make thee there a joyful bride. Cap. 0, God ye good den! Jul. Now, by Saint Peter's church, and Nurse. May not one speak? Peter too,

Cup. Peace, you mumbling fool! He shall not make me there a joyful bride. Utter your gravity o'er a gossip's bowl, I wonder at this baste; that I'must wed For here we need it not. Ere he, that should be husband, comes to woo. La. Cap. You are too hot. I pray you, tell my lord and father, madam, Cap. God's bread! it makes me mad: Day, I will not marry yet; and, when I do, I swear,

night, late, early, It shall be Romeo, whom you know I hate, At home, abroad, alone, in company, Rather than Paris :-These are news indeed! Waking, or sleeping, still my care hath been La. Cap. Here comes your father; tell him to have her match'd : and having now proso yourself.

A gentleman of princely parentage, (vided And see how he will take it at your hands. Of fair demesnes, youthful, and nobly train'd, Enter CAPULET and Nurse.

Stuff'd (as they say,) with honourable parts,

Proportion'd as one's heart could wish'a Cap. When the sun sets, the air doth drizzle

man,But for the sunset of my brother's son, (dew; And then to have a wretched puling fool, It rains downright.

A whining mammet, in her fortune's tender, How now? a conduit, girl? what, still in tears? To answer-I'U not wed, I cannot love, Evermore showering? In one little body, I am too young~I pray you, pardon me ;Thou counterfeit'st a bark, a sca, a wind: But, an you will not wed, i'll pardon you: For still thy eyes, which I may call the sea, Graze where you will, you shall not house Do ebb and flow with tears; the bark thy body

with me; is,

Look to't, think on't, I do not use to jest. Sailing in this salt flood; the winds, thy sighs; Thursday is near; lay hand on heart, advise: Who, -raging with thy tears, and they with An you be mine, i'll give you to my friend; them,

An you be not, hang, beg, starve, die i'the Without a sudden calm, will overset

streets, Thy tempest-tossed body.—How now, wife? For, by my soul, I'll ne'er acknowledge thee, Have you delivered to her our decree?

Nor what is mine shall never do thee good : La. Cap. Ay, Sir; but she will none, she Trust to't, bethink you, I'll not be forsworn. gives you thanks.

(Exit. I would, the fool were married to her grave! Jul. Is there no pity sitting in the clouds, Cap. Soft, take me with you, take me with That sees into the bottom of my grief ?

(thanks ? (, sweet my mother, cast me not away! How! will she done? doth she not give us Delay this marriage for a month, a week; Is she not proud? doth she not count her Or, if you do not, make the bridal bed bless'd,

In that dim monument where Tybalt lies. Unworthy as she is, that we have wrought La. Cap. Talk not to me, for I'll not speak a So worthy a gentleman to be her bridegroom?

word; Jul. Not proud, you have; but thankful, that Do as thou wilt, for I have done with thee. you have :

[Erit. Proud can I never be of what I hate;

Jul. O God !-0 nurse! how shall this be But thankful even for hate, that is meant love.

prevented ? Cap. How now! how pow, chop-logic! What is this?

* Base woman.

you, wife.



My husband is on earth, my faith in heaven;

Enter Juliet.
How shall that faith return again to earth,
Unless that husband send it me from heaven

Par. Happily met, my lady, and my wife!
By leaving earth?-Comfort me, counsel me.-

Jul. That may be, Sir, when I may be a Alack, alack, that heaven should practise

wife. stratagems

Par. That may be, must be, love, on ThursUpon so soft a subject as myself!

day next. What say'st thou? hast thou not a word of joy?

Jul. What must be shall be. Some comfort, nurse.

Fri. That's a certain text. Nurse. 'Faith, here 'lis: Romeo

Par. Come you to make confession to this Is banished; and all the world to nothing,

father? That he dares ne'er come back to challenge

Jul. To answer that, were to confess to you. you;

Par. Do not deny to him, that you love me. Or, if he do, it needs must be by stealth.

Jul. I will confess to you, that I love him. Then, since the case so stands as now it doth,

Par. So will you, I am sure, that you love I think it best you married with the county. 0, he's a lovely gentleman !

Jul. If I do so, it will be of more price, Romeo's a dishclout to him; an eagle, madam, Being spoke behind your back, than to your Hath not so green, so quick, so fair an eye,

face. As Paris hath. Beshrew my very heart,

Par. Poor soul, thy face is much abus'd with

tears. I think you are happy in this second match, For it excels your first: or if it did not,

Jul. The tears have got small victory by Your first is dead;

or 'twere as good he were, For it was bad enough, before their spite. As living here and you no use of him. Jul. Speakest thou from thy heart?

Par. Thou wrong'st it, more than tears, with Nurse. From my soul too;

that report. Or else beshrew them both.

Jul. That is no slander, Sir, that is a truth; Jul. Amen!

And what I spake, I spake it to my face. Nurse. To what?

Par. Thy face is mine, and thou hast slan. Jul. Well, thou hast comforted me marvel

der'd it. lous much.

Jul. It may be so, for it is not mine own.Go in; and tell my lady I am gone,

Are you at leisure, holy father, now; Having displeas'd my father, to Laurence' cell, Or shall I come to you at evening mass ? To make confession, and to be absolv'd.

Fri. My leisure serves me, persive daugh. Nurse. Marry, I will; and this is wisely done.

ter, now :

[Erit. My lord we must entreat the time alone. Jul. Ancient damnation! O most wicked

Par. God shield, I should disturb devofiend!

tion ! Is it more sin-to wish me thus forsworn,

Juliet, on Thursday early will I rouse you: Or to dispraise my lord with that same tongue Till then, adieu! and keep this holy kiss. Which she hath prais'd him with above com

[Exit PARIS.

Jul. O, shut the door! and when thou hast pare So many thousand times ?-Go, counsellor; Thou and my bosom henceforth shall' be Come weep with me; Past hope, past cure, twain.

past help! I'll to the friar, to know his remedy;

Fri. Ah, Juliet, I already know thy grief; If all else fail, myself have power to die.

It strains me past the compass of iny wits: [it, [Erit.

I hear thou must, and nothing must prorogue

On Thursday next be married to this county. ACT IV.

Jul. Tell me not, friar, that thou bear'st of

SCENE I.-Friar LAURENCE's Cell. Unless thou tell me how I may prevent it:

If, in thy wisdom, thou canst give no help,
Enter Friar LAURENCE and Paris. Do thou but call my resolution wise,

And with this knifé l'll help it presently. Fri. On Thursday, Sir? the time is very | God join'd my heart and Romeo's, thou our short.

hands; Par. My father Capulet will have it so ;

And ere this hand, by thee to Romeo seald, And I am nothing slow, to slack his haste.

Shall be the label to another deed, Fri. You say, you do not know the lady's | Or my true heart with

treacherous revolt

Turn to another, this shall slay them both:
Uneven is the course, I like it not.
Par. Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt's Give me some present counsel; or, behold,

Therefore, out of thy long-experienc'd time,
And therefore have I little talk'd of love;

'Twixt my extremes and me this bloody knife

Shall play the umpire ;* arbitrating that For Venus smiles not in a house of tears. Which the commissiont of thy years and art Now, Sir, her father counts it dangerous, Could to no issue of true honour bring. That she doth give her sorrow so much sway; Be not so long to speak; I long to die, And, in his wisdom, hastes our marriage, If what thou speak'st speak not of remedy, To stop the inundation of her tears;

Fri. Hold, daughter; I do spy a kind of Which, too much minded by berself alone,

hope, May be put from her by society:

Which craves as desperate an execution
Now do you know the reason of this haste.
Fri. I would I knew not why it should be if, rather than to marry county Paris,

As that is desperate which we would prevent. slow'd.

(Aside. Look, Sir, here comes the lady towards my cell.

Decide the struggle between me and my distresses.

+ Authority or power.

done so,

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