Fortune's Fool
Romeo: This gentleman, the Prince's near ally,
My very friend hath got this mortal hurt
In my behalf, my reputation stain'd
With Tybalt's slander, Tybalt that an hour
Hath been my cousin: O sweet Juliet,
Thy beauty hath made me effeminate,
And in my temper soften'd valour's steel.
Benvolio: O Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio is dead,
That gallant spirit hath aspir'd the clouds,
Which too untimely here did scorn the earth.
Romeo: This day's black fate, on moe days doth depend;
This but begins, the woe others must end.
Benvolio: Here comes the furious Tybalt back again.
Romeo: He gone in triumph, and Mercutio slain?
Away to heaven, respective lenity,
And fire and fury, be my conduct now.
Now Tybalt take the villain back again,
That late thou gav'st me, for Mercutio's soul
Is but a little way above our heads,
Staying for thine to keep him company:
Either thou or I, or both, must go with him.
Tybalt: Thou wretched boy that didst consort him here,
Shalt with him hence.
Romeo: This shall determine that.
Benvolio: Romeo, away be gone:
The citizens are up, and Tybalt slain,
Stand not amaz'd, the Prince will doom thee death,
If thou art taken, hence be gone away.
Romeo: O I am fortune's fool.
Benvolio: Why dost thou stay?
My very friend hath got this mortal hurt
In my behalf, my reputation stain'd
With Tybalt's slander, Tybalt that an hour
Hath been my cousin: O sweet Juliet,
Thy beauty hath made me effeminate,
And in my temper soften'd valour's steel.
Benvolio: O Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio is dead,
That gallant spirit hath aspir'd the clouds,
Which too untimely here did scorn the earth.
Romeo: This day's black fate, on moe days doth depend;
This but begins, the woe others must end.
Benvolio: Here comes the furious Tybalt back again.
Romeo: He gone in triumph, and Mercutio slain?
Away to heaven, respective lenity,
And fire and fury, be my conduct now.
Now Tybalt take the villain back again,
That late thou gav'st me, for Mercutio's soul
Is but a little way above our heads,
Staying for thine to keep him company:
Either thou or I, or both, must go with him.
Tybalt: Thou wretched boy that didst consort him here,
Shalt with him hence.
Romeo: This shall determine that.
Benvolio: Romeo, away be gone:
The citizens are up, and Tybalt slain,
Stand not amaz'd, the Prince will doom thee death,
If thou art taken, hence be gone away.
Romeo: O I am fortune's fool.
Benvolio: Why dost thou stay?
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