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 with night, 24
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 28
As is the night before some festival
To an impatient child that hath new robes
And may not wear them. O! here comes my nurse,
Enter Nurse, with cords.
And she brings news; and every tongue that speaks 32
But Romeo's name speaks heavenly eloquence.
Now nurse, what news? What hast thou there? the cords
That Romeo bade thee fetch?
Nurse. Ay, ay, the cords.
Jul. Ah me! what news? why dost thou wring thy hands? 36
Nurse. 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 killed, he's dead!
Jul. Can heaven be so envious?
Nurse. Romeo can, 40
Though heaven cannot. O! Romeo, Romeo;
Who ever would have thought it? Romeo!
Jul. What devil art thou that dost torment me thus?
This torture should be roar'd in dismal hell. 44
Hath Romeo slain himself? say thou but 'I,'
And that bare vowel, 'I,' shall poison more
31 S. d. cords: rope-ladder
45 I: ay
