Be quiet, or-More light, more light, for fhame!-- Now feeming fweet, convert to bitter gall. [Exit. Which mannerly devotion shows in this ; Rom. Have not faints lips, and holy palmers too? Jul. Ay, pilgrim, lips that they muft ufe in prayer. Rom. O then, dear faint, let lips do what hands do; They pray, grant thou, left faith turn to de fpair. Jul. Saints do not move, though grant for pray ers' fake. Rom. Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take. Thus from my lips, by yours, my fin is purg'd. [Kiffing her. Jul. Then have my lips the fin that they have took. 'd! Rom. Sin from my lips? O trefpafs fweetly urg'd Give me my fin again. Jul. You kifs by the book. Nurse. Madam, your mother craves a word with you. Marry, bachelor, Rom. What is her mother? Nurfe. Her mother is the lady of the house, Rom. ful. What's he, that now is going out of door? Nurfe. Marry, that, I think, be young Petruchio. Jul. What's he, that follows there, that would not dance? Nurfe. I know not. Jul. Go afk his name:-if he be married, My grave is like to be my wedding bed. Nurfe. His name is Romeo, and a Montague; The only fon of your great enemy. Jul. My only love fprung from my only hate! Nurse. What's this? what's this? A rhyme I learn'd even now Of one I dane'd withal. [One calls within, JULIET. Nurfe. Anon, anon :— Come, let's away: the ftrangers all are gone. Enter CHORUS. [Exeunt. Now old defire doth in his death-bed lie, To breathe fuch vows as lovers use to swear; But paffion lends them power, time means to meet, Temp'ring extremities with extreme fweet. [Exit. ACT II. SCENE I. An open Place, adjoining Capulet's Rom, Can I go Garden, Enter ROMEO. forward, when my heart is here? Turn back, dull earth, and find thy center out. [He climbs the wall, and leaps down within it. Enter BENVOLIO, and MERCUTIO, Ben. Romeo! my cousin Romeo! Mer. He is wife; And, on my life, hath ftolen him home to bed, Ben. He ran this way, and leap'd this orchard wall: Call, good Mercutio. Mer. Nay, I'll conjure too. Romeo! humours! madman! paffion! lover! Ben. An if he hear thee, thou wilt anger him. To raise a spirit in his mistress' circle Of fome ftrange nature, letting it there stand Is fair and honeft, and, in his mistress' name, Ben. Come, he hath hid himself among those trees, To be conforted with the humorous night: Blind is his love, and beft befits the dark. Mer. If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark. Now will he fit under a medlar tree, And with his mistress were that kind of fruit, Come, fhall we go? Ben. Go, then; for 'tis in vain To feek him here, that means not to be found. [Exeunt. SCENE II. Capulet's Garden. Enter ROMEO. Rom. He jefts that fears, that never felt a wound.-[JULIET appears above, at a window. But foft! what light through yonder window breaks! It is the east, and Juliet is the fun!-- Her veftal livery is but fick and green, And none but fools do wear it; caft it off.- O, that she knew the were! She fpeaks, yet fhe fays nothing; What of that? I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks: As daylight doth a lamp; her eye in heaven That I might touch that cheek! Jul. Ah me! She fpeaks: O, fpeak again, bright angel! for thou art |