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Romeo slew him, he slew Mercutio. Exeunt.
Who now the price of his dear blood doth owe?

MONT AGUE

Not Romeo, Prince, he was Mercutio’s friend;
His fault concludes but what the law should end, [185]
The life of Tybalt.

PRINCE

And for that offence
Immediately we do exile him hence.
I have an interest in your bearts’ proceeding;
My blood for your rude brawls doth lie a-bleeding.
But I’ll amerce you with so strong a fine [190]
That you shall all repent the loss of mine.
I will be deaf to pleading and excuses;
Nor tears nor prayers shall purchase out abuses.
Therefore use none. Let Romeo hence in haste,
Else, when he is found, that hour is his last. [195]
Bear hence this body, and attend our will.
Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill.

Scene II IT

Enter Juliet alone.

JULIET

Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds,
Towards Phoebus’ lodging. Such a waggoner
As Phaeton would whip you to the west
And bring in cloudy night immediately.
Spread thy close curtain, love-performing night, [5]
That runaway’s eyes may wink, and Romeo
Leap to these arms untalk’d-of and unseen.
Lovers can see to do their amorous rites
By their own beauties; or, if love be blind,
It best agrees with night. Come, civil night, [10]
Thou sober-suited matron, all in black,
And learn me how to lose a winning match