Act lll Scene 1
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- Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds,Toward Phoebus' lodging. Such a wagonerAs Phaeton would whip you to the westAnd bring in cloudy night immediately.5Spread thy close curtain, love-performing night,That runaways' eyes may wink, and RomeoLeap to these arms, untalked of and unseen.Lovers can see to do their amorous ritesBy their own beauties, or, if love be blind,10It best agrees with night. Come, civil night,Thou sober-suited matron, all in black,And learn me how to lose a winning matchPlayed for a pair of stainless maidenhoods.Hood my unmanned blood bating in my cheeks,15With thy black mantle, till strange love, grow bold,Think true love acted simple modesty.Come, night. Come, Romeo. Come, thou day in night,For thou wilt lie upon the wings of nightWhiter than new snow upon a raven’s back.20Come, gentle night, come, loving, black-browed night,Give me my Romeo. And when I shall die,Take him and cut him out in little stars,And he will make the face of heaven so fineThat all the world will be in love with night25And pay no worship to the garish sun.Oh, I have bought the mansion of a love,But not possessed it, and though I am sold,Not yet enjoyed. So tedious is this dayAs is the night before some festival30To an impatient child that hath new robesAnd may not wear them.
- Oh, here comes my Nurse,And she brings news, and every tongue that speaksBut Romeo’s name speaks heavenly eloquence.—Now, Nurse, what news? What hast thou there? The cords35That Romeo bid thee fetch?
- Ay, ay, the cords.
- What devil art thou that dost torment me thus?45This torture should be roared in dismal hell.Hath Romeo slain himself? Say thou but “ay,”And that bare vowel I shall poison moreThan the death-darting eye of cockatrice.I am not I if there be such an I,50Or those eyes shut that makes thee answer “ay.”If he be slain, say “ay,” or if not, “no.”Brief sounds determine of my weal or woe.
- Can heaven be so envious?
- Ay me, what news? Why dost thou wring thy hands?
- Ah, welladay! He’s dead, he’s dead, he’s dead!We are undone, lady, we are undone!40Alack the day! He’s gone, he’s killed, he’s dead!
- Romeo can,Though heaven cannot. O Romeo, Romeo!Who ever would have thought it? Romeo!
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