O, here comes my nurse, And she brings news; and every tongue that speaks, Now, nurse, what news?
Alack the day! he's gone, he's kill'd, he's dead!
Can heaven be so envious??
Romeo can, Though heaven cannot: O Romeo, Romeo! Who ever would have thought it? Romeo!
What devil art thou, that dost torment me thus?
I saw the wound, I saw it with mine eyes, God save the mark!--here on his manly breast: A piteous corse, a bloody piteous corse;
O, break, my heart! poor bankrupt, break at once! To prison, eyes, ne'er look on liberty! Vile earth, to earth resign; end motion here; And thou and Romeo press one heavy bier!
O Tybalt, Tybalt, the best friend I had! O courteous Tybalt! honest gentleman! That ever I should live to see thee dead!
Tybalt is gone, and Romeo banished; Romeo that kill'd him, he is banished.
What storm is this that blows so contrary? Is Romeo slaughter'd, and is Tybalt dead? My dear-loved cousin, and my dearer lord?Then, dreadful trumpet, sound the general doom! For who is living, if those two are gone?