Act 3 - Scene 2
Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds,
Towards Phoebus' lodging: such a wagoner
As Phaethon would
whip you to the west,
And bring in cloudy night immediately.
Spread thy close curtain, love-performing
That runaway's eyes may wink and Romeo
Leap to these arms, untalk'd of and unseen.
see to do their amorous rites
By their own beauties; or, if love be blind,
It best agrees with night. Come,
Thou sober-suited matron, all in black,
And learn me how to lose a winning match,
Play'd for a
pair of stainless maidenhoods:
Hood my unmann'd blood, bating in my cheeks,
With thy black mantle; till
strange love, grown bold,
Think true love acted simple modesty.
Come, night; come, Romeo; come, thou
day in night;
For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night
Whiter than new snow on a raven's back.
gentle night, come, loving, black-brow'd night,
Give me my Romeo; and, when he shall die,
Take him and
cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love
And pay no worship to the garish sun.
O, I have bought the mansion of a love,
But not possess'd
it, and, though I am sold,
Not yet enjoy'd: so tedious is this day
As is the night before some festival
impatient child that hath new robes
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.
Enter Nurse, with cords
Now, nurse, what news? What hast thou there? the cords
That Romeo bid thee fetch?
Ay, ay, the cords.
Throws them down
Ay me! what news? why dost thou wring thy hands?
Ah, well-a-day! he's dead, he's dead, he's dead!
We are undone, lady, we are undone!
Alack the day!
he's gone, he's kill'd, he's dead!
Can heaven be so envious?
Though heaven cannot: O Romeo, Romeo!
Who ever would have thought it? Romeo!
What devil art thou, that dost torment me thus?
This torture should be roar'd in dismal hell.
slain himself? say thou but 'I,'
And that bare vowel 'I' shall poison more
Than the death-darting eye of
I am not I, if there be such an I;
Or those eyes shut, that make thee answer 'I.'
If he be slain,
say 'I'; or if not, no:
Brief sounds determine of my weal or woe.
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