Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1596 [1594-1596] (Annals) tragedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 514 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Romeo, away be gone: The Citizens are up, and Tybalt slain, Stand not amazed, the Prince will Doom thee death If thou art taken: hence, be gone, away. O! I am Fortune's fool. Why dost thou stay? Which way ran he that killed Mercutio? Tibalt that Murderer, which way ran he? There lies that Tybalt. up sir go with me: I charge thee in the Prince's names obey. Where are the vile beginners of this Fray? O Noble Prince, I can discover all The unlucky Manage of this fatal brawl: There lies the man slain by young Romeo, That slew thy kinsman brave Mercutio. Tybalt, my Cousin? O my Brother's Child, O Prince, O Cousin, Husband, O the blood is spilled Of my dear kinsman. Prince as thou art true, For blood of ours, shed blood of Montague. O Cousin, Cousin. Benuolio, who began this Fray? Tybalt here slain, whom Romeo's hand did slay, Romeo that spoke him fair, bid him bethink How nice the Quarrel was, and urged withal Your high displeasure: all this uttered, With gentle breath, calm look, knees humbly bowed Can not take truce with the unruly spleen Of Tybalts deaf to peace, but that he Tilts With Piercing steel at bold Mercutio's breast, Who all as hot, turns deadly point to point, And with a Martial scorn, with one hand beats Cold death aside, and with the other sends It back to Tybalt, whose dexterity Retorts it: Romeo he cries aloud, Hold Friends, Friend's part, and swifter than his tongue, His aged arm beats down their fatal points, And twixt them rushes, underneath whose arm, An envious thrust from Tybalt, hit the life Of stout Mercutio, and then Tybalt fled. But by and by comes back to Romeo, Who had but newly entertained Revenge, And too't they go like lightning, for ere I Can draw to part them, was stout Tybalt slain: And as he fell, did Romeo turn and fly: This is the truth, or let Benuolio die. He is a kinsman to the Montague, Affection makes him false, he speaks not true Some twenty of them fought in this black strife, And all those twenty could but kill one life. I beg for justice, which thou Prince must give: Romeo slew Tybalt, Romeo must not live. Romeo slew him, he slew Mercutio, Who now the price of his dear blood doth owe. Not Romeo Prince, he was Mercutio's Friend, His fault concludes, but what the law should end, The life of Tybalt. And for that offence, Immediately we do exile him hence: I have an interest in your hearts proceeding: My blood for your rude brawls doth lie a bleeding. But I'll Amerce you with so strong a fine, That you shall all repent the loss of mine. It will be deaf to pleading and excuses, Nor tears, nor prayers shall purchase our abuses. Therefore use none, let Romeo hence in haste, Else when he is found, that hour is his last. Bear hence this body, and attend our will: Mercy not Murders, pardoning those that kill.
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Romeo, away be gone: The Citizens are vp, and Tybalt ſlaine, Stand not amaz'd, the Prince will Doome thee death If thou art taken: hence, be gone, away. O! I am Fortunes foole. Why doſt thou ſtay? Which way ran he that kild Mercutio? Tibalt that Murtherer, which way ran he? There lies that Tybalt. Vp ſir go with me: I charge thee in the Princes names obey. Where are the vile beginners of this Fray? O Noble Prince, I can diſcouer all The vnluckie Mannage of this fatall brall: There lies the man ſlaine by young Romeo, That ſlew thy kinſman braue Mercutio. Tybalt, my Cozin? O my Brothers Child, O Prince, O Cozin, Husband, O the blood is ſpild Of my deare kinſman. Prince as thou art true, For bloud of ours, ſhed bloud of Mountague. O Cozin, Cozin. Benuolio, who began this Fray? Tybalt here ſlaine, whom Romeo's hand did ſlay, Romeo that ſpoke him faire, bid him bethinke How nice the Quarrell was, and vrg'd withall Your high diſpleaſure: all this vttered, With gentle breath, calme looke, knees humbly bow'd Could not take truce with the vnruly ſpleene Of Tybalts deafe to peace, but that he Tilts With Peircing ſteele at bold Mercutio's breaſt, Who all as hot, turnes deadly point to point, And with a Martiall ſcorne, with one hand beates Cold death aſide, and with the other ſends It back to Tybalt, whoſe dexterity Retorts it: Romeo he cries aloud, Hold Friends, Friends part, and ſwifter then his tongue, His aged arme beats downe their fatall points, And twixt them ruſhes, vnderneath whoſe arme, An enuious thruſt from Tybalt, hit the life Of ſtout Mercutio, and then Tybalt fled. But by and by comes backe to Romeo, Who had but newly entertained Reuenge, And too't they goe like lightning, for ere I Could draw to part them, was ſtout Tybalt ſlaine: And as he fell, did Romeo turne and flie: This is the truth, or let Benuolio die. He is a kinſman to the Mountague, Affection makes him falſe, he ſpeakes not true Some twenty of them fought in this blacke ſtrife, And all thoſe twenty could but kill one life. I beg for Iuſtice, which thou Prince muſt giue: Romeo ſlew Tybalt, Romeo muſt not liue. Romeo ſlew him, he ſlew Mercutio, Who now the price of his deare blood doth owe. Not Romeo Prince, he was Mercutios Friend, His fault concludes, but what the law ſhould end, The life of Tybalt. And for that offence, Immediately we doe exile him hence: I haue an intereſt in your hearts proceeding: My bloud for your rude brawles doth lie a bleeding. But Ile Amerce you with ſo ſtrong a fine, That you ſhall all repent the loſſe of mine. It will be deafe to pleading and excuſes, Nor teares, nor prayers ſhall purchaſe our abuſes. Therefore vſe none, let Romeo hence in haſt, Elſe when he is found, that houre is his laſt. Beare hence this body, and attend our will: Mercy not Murders, pardoning thoſe that kill.