Oh, my heart is breaking. Oh, my bankrupt heart is breaking.
I'll send my eyes to prison, and they'll never be
free to look at anything again. I'll give my vile body back
to the earth. I'll never move again. My body and
Romeo's will lie together in one sad coffin.
NURSE
O Tybalt, Tybalt, the best friend I had!
O courteous Tybalt! Honest gentleman!
That ever I should live to see thee dead.
NURSE
Oh, Tybalt, Tybalt, he was the best friend I had. Oh, polite
Tybalt, he was an honorable gentleman. I wish I had not lived long
enough to see him die.
JULIET
65
What storm is this that blows so contrary?
Is Romeo slaughtered, and is Tybalt dead?
My dearest cousin and my dearer lord?
Then, dreadful trumpet, sound the general doom!
For who is living if those two are gone?
JULIET
What disaster is this? Has Romeo been killed, and is Tybalt dead
too? Tybalt was my dearest cousin. Romeo was even dearer to me as my
husband. Let the trumpets play the song of doom, because who can be
alive if those two are gone?
NURSE
70
Tybalt is gone, and Romeo banishèd.
Romeo that killed him—he is
banishèd.
NURSE
Tybalt is dead, and Romeo has been banished. Romeo killed Tybalt,
and his punishment was banishment.
JULIET
O God, did Romeo's hand shed Tybalt's
blood?
JULIET
Oh God, did Romeo's hand shed Tybalt's
blood?
NURSE
It did, it did. Alas the day, it did.
NURSE
It did, it did. Curse the day this happened, but it did.
JULIET
O serpent heart hid with a flowering face!
75
Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave?
Beautiful tyrant! Fiend angelical!
Dove-feathered raven, wolvish-ravening lamb!
Despisèd substance of divinest show,
Just opposite to what thou justly seem'st.
80
A damnèd saint, an honorable villain!
O nature, what hadst thou to do in hell
When thou didst bower the spirit of a fiend
In moral paradise of such sweet flesh?
Was ever book containing such vile matter
85
So fairly bound? Oh, that deceit should dwell
In such a gorgeous palace!
JULIET
Oh, he's like a snake disguised as a flower. Did a dragon
ever hide in such a beautiful cave? He's a beautiful tyrant
and a fiendish angel! He's a raven with the feathers of the
dove. He's a lamb who hunts like a wolf! I hate him, yet he
seemed the most wonderful man. He's turned out to be the
exact opposite of what he seemed. He's a saint who should
be damned. He's a villain who seemed honorable. Oh nature,
what were you doing in hell? Why did you put the soul of a criminal
in the perfect body of a man? Was there ever such an evil book with
such a beautiful cover? Oh, I can't believe the deepest
evil lurked inside something so beautiful!
