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 | Am I supposed to say bad things about my own husband? Ah, my poor husband, who will sing your praises when I, your wife of three hours, have been saying awful things about you? But why, you villain, did you kill my cousin? Probably because my cousin the villain would have killed my husband. Im not going to cry any tears. I would cry with joy that Romeo is alive, but I should cry tears of grief because Tybalt is dead. My husband, whom Tybalt wanted to kill, is alive. Tybalt, who wanted to kill my husband, is dead. All this is comforting news. Why, then, should I cry? There is news worse than the news that Tybalt is dead, news that makes me want to die. I would be glad to forget about it, but it weighs on my memory like sins linger in guilty minds. Tybalt is dead, and Romeo has been banished." | |
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| That banishment is worse than the murder of ten thousand Tybalts. Tybalts death would be bad enough if that was all. Maybe pain likes to have company and cant come without bringing more pain. It would have been better if, after she said, Tybalts dead, she told me my mother or my father, or both, were gone. That would have made me make the normal cries of sadness. But to say that Tybalts dead and then say, Romeo has been banished. To say that is like saying that my father, my mother, Tybalt, Romeo, and Juliet have all been killed, theyre all dead. Romeo has been banished. That news brings infinite death. No words can express the pain. Where are my father and my mother, Nurse? | |
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| They are crying and moaning over Tybalts corpse. Are you going to join them? Ill bring you there. | |
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| Are they washing out his wounds with their tears? Ill cry my tears for Romeos banishment when their tears are dry. Pick up this rope ladder. This poor rope ladder, its useless now, just like me, because Romeo has been exiled. He made this rope ladder to be a highway to my bed, but I am a virgin, and I will die a virgin and a widow. Lets go, rope ladder. Nurse, Im going to lie in my wedding bed. And death, not Romeo, can take my virginity! | |
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| Go to your bedroom. Ill find Romeo to comfort you. I know where he is. Listen, your Romeo will be here tonight. Ill go to him. Hes hiding out in Friar Lawrences cell. | |
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