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ROMEO AND JULIET. 77 God save the mark ! — here on his manly breast : A piteous corse, a bloody piteous corse ; Pale, pale as ashes, all bedaub'd in blood, All in gore-blood ; I swounded at the sight. Jicliet. 0, break, my heart ! poor bankrupt, break at once ! To prison, eyes, ne'er look on liberty ! Vile earth, to earth resign ; end motion here, And thou and Komeo press one heavy bier ! Mcrse. O Tybalt, Tybalt, the best friend I had ! courteous Tybalt ! honest gentleman ! That ever I should live to see thee dead ! Juliet. What storm is this that blows so contrary ? Is Eomeo slaughter'd, and is Tybalt dead ? My dear-lov'd cousin, and my dearer lord ? Then, dreadful trumpet, sound the general doom ! For who is living, if those two are gone ? Nurse. Tybalt is gone, and Romeo banished ; Romeo that kill'd him, he is banished. Juliet. God! did Romeo's hand shed Tybalt's blood? Nurse. It did, it did ; alas the day, it did ! Juliet. O serpent heart, hid with a flowering face ! Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave ? Beautiful tyrant ! fiend angelical ! Dove-feather'd raven ! wolfish-ravening lamb ! Despised substance of divinest show ! Just opposite to what thou justly seem'st,