Scene 16 act 3, scene 2

[Juliet's bedroom. JULIET]

JULIET 3.2.1
Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds, fast, horse
Towards Phoebus' lodging. Such a wagoner the sun god's home, driver
As Phaeton would whip you to the west the sun god's sun
And bring in cloudy night immediately.

Come, night. Come, Romeo. Come thou day in night. 3.2.17

That runaways' eyes may wink, and Romeo those horses eyes may close 3.2.6
Leap to these arms, untalked-of and unseen. without being talked about

Spread thy close curtain, love-performing night, 3.2.5
That runaways' eyes may wink, and Romeo those horses eyes may close 3.2.6
Leap to these arms, untalked-of and unseen. without being talked about
Lovers can see to do their amorous rites love making 3.2.8
By ⁴ their own beauties. Or, if love be blind, And by²: by the light of
It best agrees with night. Come, civil night, love likes night best, solemn
Thou sober-suited matron all in black, somberly dressed 3.2.11
And learn me how to lose a winning match teach, win by losing this game
Played for a pair of stainless maidenhoods. our virginities
Hood my unmanned blood, bating in my cheeks, cover, untamed, fluttering
With thy black mantle till strange love grow bold, cloak, my shy love 3.2.15
Think true love acted simple modesty. acted in foolish modesty
Come, night. Come, Romeo. Come thou day in night. 3.2.17
For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night 3.2.19
Whiter than new snow upon² a raven's back. on⁺
Come gentle night. Come loving black-browed night. black faced
Give me my Romeo, and when he⁺ shall die, I² 3.2.23
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heav'n so fine 3.2.25
That all the world will be in love with night
And pay no worship to the garish sun. gaudy
O, I have bought the mansion of a love called love
But not possessed it, and though I am sold, occupied
Not yet enjoyed. So tedious is this day enjoyed by my new owner, long
As is the night before some festival 3.2.31
To an impatient child that hath new robes clothes
And may not wear them. O, here comes my Nurse,
And she brings news, and every tongue that speaks
But Romeo's name speaks heavenly eloquence. just

[NURSE enters with rope-ladder]
Now, Nurse, what news? What hast thou there? The cords 3.2.37
That Romeo bid thee fetch?

NURSE Ay, ay, the cords. 3.2.40

NURSE
Alack the day! He's gone, he's killed, he's dead! 3.2.44

JULIET 3.2.41
Ay me, what news? Why dost thou wring thy hands?

Now, Nurse, what news? What hast thou there? The cords 3.2.37

NURSE 3.2.42
Ah, weraday! He's dead, he's dead, he's dead! woe the day
We are undone, lady, we are undone! ruined
Alack the day! He's gone, he's killed, he's dead!

JULIET 3.2.45
Can heaven be so envious? vicious

NURSE Romeo can, 3.2.46
Though heaven cannot. O Romeo, Romeo!
Who ever would have thought it? Romeo!

JULIET 3.2.49
What devil art thou that dost torment me thus?
This torture should be roared in dismal hell!
Hath Romeo slain himself? Say thou but "ay" just
And that bare vowel "I" shall poison more be more poisonous to myself
Than the death-darting eye of cockatrice! deadly eye, a mythical serpent
I am not I if there be such an "ay", I'll no longer be myself 3.2.54
Or those eyes shut, that make thee answer "ay". or if Romeo's eyes are shut
If he be slain, say "ay", or if not, "no"!
Brief sounds determine of my weal or woe! those brief words, happiness

NURSE 3.2.58
I saw the wound, I saw it with mine eyes
— God save the mark —here on his manly breast. God save me
A piteous corse, a bloody piteous corse, pitiful corpse
Pale, pale as ashes, all bedaubed in blood, covered
All in gore -blood. I swoonèd at the sight. gory, fainted

JULIET 3.2.63
O, break, my heart! Poor bankrupt, break at once! ruined heart
To prison, eyes; ne'er look on liberty!
Vile earth to earth resign! End motion here! my earthly body, rest, life
And thou and Romeo press one heavy bier! my body, lay on, funeral bed

NURSE 3.2.67
O Tybalt, Tybalt, the best friend I had!
O courteous Tybalt, honest gentleman!
That ever I should live to see thee dead!

JULIET 3.2.70
What storm is this that blows so contrary? much grief
Is Romeo slaughtered and is Tybalt dead?
My dearest cousin, and my dearer lord? husband
Then, dreadful trumpet, sound the general doom! end of the world
For who is living, if those two are gone?

NURSE 3.2.75
Tybalt is gone, and Romeo banishèd. banished from Verona
Romeo that killed him, he is banishèd.

JULIET 3.2.77
O God! Did Romeo's hand shed Tybalt's blood?

NURSE¹ JULIET² 3.2.78
It did, it did, alas the day, it did!

JULIET¹ 3.2.79
O serpent heart, hid with a flowering face! disguised, lovely
Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave? beautiful
Beautiful tyrant, fiend angelical!
Dove-feathered raven! Wolvish-ravening lamb! wolf-like lamb
Despisèd substance of divinest show! reality of heavenly appearance
Just opposite to what thou justly seem'st.
A damnèd⁴ saint, an honorable villain! dim² 3.2.85
O nature, what hadst thou to do in hell what were you doing
When thou didst bower the spirit of a fiend enclose, devil
In mortal paradise of such sweet flesh? such lovely human form
Was ever book containing such vile matter was there ever a
So fairly bound? O, that deceit should dwell with such a beautiful cover
In such a gorgeous palace!

NURSE There's no trust, 3.2.92
No faith, no honesty in men. All perjured, liars
All forsworn, all naught, all dissemblers. deceitful, worthless, false
Ah, where's my man? Give me some aqua vitae. servant, brandy
These griefs, these woes, these sorrows make me old.
Shame come to Romeo! shame on Romeo

JULIET Blistered be thy tongue 3.2.99
For such a wish! He was not born to shame!
Upon his brow ² shame is ashamed to sit, face¹
For 'tis a throne where honor may be crowned
Sole monarch of the universal earth! 3.2.103
O, what a beast was I to chide at him! criticize

NURSE 3.2.105
Will you speak well of him that killed your cousin?

JULIET 3.2.106
Shall I speak ill of him that is my husband?
Ah, poor my lord, what tongue shall smooth thy name husband
When I, thy three-hours wife, have mangled it?
But, wherefore, villain, didst thou kill my cousin? why 3.2.110
That villain cousin would have killed my husband.
Back, foolish tears, back to your native spring! back into my eyes
Your tributary drops belong to woe, stream of
Which you, mistaking, offer up to joy.
My husband lives, that Tybalt would have slain, 3.2.115
And Tybalt's dead, that would have slain my husband.
All this is comfort. Wherefore weep I then? why
Some word there was, worser than Tybalt's death,
That murdered me. I would forget it fain, gladly 3.2.120
But O, it presses to my memory
Like damnèd guilty deeds to sinners' minds.
"Tybalt is dead, and Romeo...banishèd."
That "banishèd," that one word "banishèd"
Hath slain ten thousand Tybalts. Tybalt's death 3.2.125
Was woe enough if it had ended there.
Or if sour woe delights in fellowship wants company
And needly will be ranked with other griefs, must be accompanied
Why followed not, when she said "Tybalt's dead,"
Thy father, or thy mother, nay, or both, 3.2.130
Which modern lamentation might have moved? a normal amount of sadness
But with a rearward following Tybalt's death, those words
"Romeo is banishèd." To speak that word
Is father, mother, Tybalt, Romeo, Juliet, is like saying
All slain, all dead! "Romeo is banishèd!" 3.2.135
There is no end, no limit, measure, bound, measurement, boundary
In that word's death. No words can that woe sound. in the death that brings,
Where is² my father and my mother, Nurse? are¹, express that woe

NURSE 3.2.139
Weeping and wailing over Tybalt's corse. corpse
Will you go to them? I will bring you thither. there

JULIET 3.2.141
Wash they his wounds with tears? Mine shall be spent used up
When theirs are dry, for Romeo's banishment.
Take up those cords. Poor ropes, you are beguiled, pick up that rope-ladder, cheated
Both you and I, for Romeo is exiled.
He made you for a highway to my bed, 3.2.147
But I, a maid, die maiden-widowed. virgin, will die a virgin widow
Come, cords. Come, Nurse, I'll to my wedding-bed,
And Death, not Romeo, take my maidenhead! will take my virginity

NURSE 3.2.151
Hie to your chamber. I'll find Romeo hurry, bedroom
To comfort you. I wot well where he is. know
Hark ye, your Romeo will be here at night. listen
I'll to him. He is hid at Lawrence' cell. go to

JULIET 3.2.155
O, find him! Give this ring to my true knight, [hands her a ring]
And bid him come to take his last farewell.

[They exit]

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