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That heaven's vault should crack! – 0, she is gone Alb. He knows not what he says; and rain it is, for ever!

That we present us to him.
I know, when one is dead, and when one lives; Edg. Very bootless.
She's dead as earth. - Lend me a looking-glass;
If that her breath will mist or stain the stone,

Enter an Officer.
Why, then she lives.

off. Edmand is dead, my lord !
Kent. Is this the promis'd end ?

Alb. That's but a trifle here. -
Edg. Or image of that horror ?

You lords, and noble friends, know our intent!
Alb. Fall, and cease!

What comfort to this great decay may come,
Lear. This feather stirs; she lives! If it be so, Shall be applied : for us, we will resign,
It is a chance that does rodeem all sorrows During the life of this old majesty,
That ever I have felt.

To him our absolute power. - You, to your rights ;
Kent. O my good master!
(Kneeling

[To Edgar and Keni. Lear. Prythee, away!

With boot, and such addition as your honours Edg. 'Tis noble Kent, your friend!

Have more than merited. All friends shall taste Lear. A plague upon you, murderers, traitors, The wages of their virtue, and all foes all!

The cup of their deservings.- see, see! di I might have sav'd her; now she's gone for ever! Lear. And my poor fool is hang'd! No, no, no life! Cordelia, Cordelia, stay a little! Ha!

Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, What is't thou say'st ?-Her voice was ever soft, And thou no breath at all? 0, thou wilt some po Gentle, and low; an excellent thing in woman: more, I kill'd the slave, that was a hanging thee. Never, never, never, never, never ! off: 'Tis true, my lords, he did.

Pray you, undo this button! Thank you, sir!Lear. Did I not, fellow?

Do you see this? Look on her, --look,-her lips,I have seen the day, with my good biting faulchion Look there, Jook there!

(Ile dies. I would have made them skip: 1 am old now, Edg. He faints !- My lord, my lord, And these same crosses spoil me. Who are you? Kent. Break, heart! Í pry’thee, break! Mine eyes are none o'the best:—I'll tell you straight. Edg. Look up, my lord ! Kent. If fortune brag of two she lov'd and hated, Kent. Vex not his ghost: 0 let him pass! he hates One of them we behold.

him,
Lear. This is a dull sight. Are you not Kent? That would upon the rack of this tough world
Kent. The same;

Stretch him out longer.
Your servant Kent. Where is your servant Caius? | Edg. 0, he is gone, indeed.

Lear. He's a good fellow, I can tell you that; Kent. The wonder is, he hath endur'd so long:
He'll strike, and quickly too.-He's dead and rotten. He but usurp'd his life.
Kent. No, my good lord ! I am the very man ;- Alb. Bear them from hence !- Our present business
Lear. I'll see that straight.

Is general woe. Friends of my soul, you twain
Kent. That, from your first of difference and

[To Kent and Edgar. decay,

Rule in this realm, and the gor'd state sustain. Have follow'd your sad steps.

Kent. I have a journey, sir, shortly to go;
Lear. You are welcome hither!

My master calls, and I must not say, no.
Kent. Nor no man else ; all's cheerless , dark, and Alb. The weight of this sad time we must obey;
deadly. -

Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say. Your eldest daughters have foredoom'd themselves, The oldest hath borne most: we, that are young, And desperately are dead.

Shall never see so much, nor live so long.
Lear. Ay, so I think.

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persons of the Drama.
Escalus, prince of Verona.

SAMSPON,
Paris, a young nobleman, kinsman to the prince. GREGORY,

servant to Capulet.
MONTAGUE, heads of two houses, at variance Apkam, servant to Montague.
CAPULET,
with each other.

An Apothecary.
An Old Man, uncle to Capulet.

Three Musicians.
Romeo, son to Montague,

Chorus, Boy; Page to Paris ; Peter; an Officer.
Mercutio, kinsman to the prince, and friend to Ro- Lady Montague, wife to Montague.

Lady CAPULET, wife to Capulet.
Benvolio, nephew to Montague, and friend to Ro-Juliet, daughter io Capulet.

Nurse to Juliet.
TYBALT, nephew to ludy Capulet.

Citizens of Verona; several Men and Women,
Friur Laurence, a Franciscan.

relations to both houses; Maskers, Guards, Friar Jonn, of the same order.

Watchmen, and Attendants.
Balthasar, servant to Romeo.
Scene. -- during the greater part of the Play, in Verona: once in the fifth Act, Mantua.

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but I bite my thumb, sir! Two households, both alike in dignity,

Gre. Do you quarrel, sir? In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,

Abr, Quarrel, sir? no, sir ! Fair ancient grudge break to new mutiny,

Sam. If you do, sir, I am for you; I serve as good Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.

a man, as you. From forth the futal loins of these two foes Abr. No better.

A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life; Sam. Well, sir!
Whose misadventur'd piteous overthrows

Enter Benvolio, at a distance.
Do, with their death, bury their parents' strife. Gre. Say– better, here comes one of my master's
The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love, kinsmen.

And the continuance of their parents' rage, Sam. Yes, better, sir!
Which,but their children's end, nought could remove, Abr. You lie.

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Enter TYBALT.
SCENE I. – A public place.

Tyb. What, art thou drawn among these heartless

hinds? Enter Sampson and Gregory, armed with swords Turn thee, Benvolio, look upon thy death! and bucklers. Ben. I do but keep the peace; put up thy sword

, Sam. Gregory, o' my word, we'll not carry coals! Or manage it to part these men with me! Gre. No, for then we should be colliers.

Tyb. What, drawn and talk of peace? I hate the Sam. I mean, an we be in choler, we'll draw. word,

Gre. Ay, while you live, draw your neck out of the As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee! I collar.

Have at thee, coward !

(They fight Sam. I strike quickly, being moved.

Enter several partizans of both houses, who jour Gre. But thou art not quickly moved to strike. the fray; then enter Citizens, with clubs. Sam. A dog of the house of Montague moves me.

1 Cit. Clubs, bills, and partizans! strike! beat them Gre. To move, is – to stir ; and to be valiant, is

down! to stand to it: therefore, if thou art moved, thou run'st Down with the Capulets! down with the Montagues ! away.

Enter Capulet, in his gown; and Lady Capulet, şam. A dog of that house shall move me to stand : | Cap. What noise is this ?-Give me my long sword,ko! I will take the wall of any man or maid of Montague's. La. Cup. A crutch, a crutch !-Why call you for Gre. That shows thee a weak slave; for the weak

a sword ? est goes to the wall.

Cap. My sword, I say !--Old Montague is come, Sam. True; and therefore women, being the weak- And flourishes his blade in spite of me. er vessels, are ever thrust to the wall: -

- therefore Enter Montague, and Lady Mostacte. I will push Montagne's men from the wall, and thrust Mon. Thou villain, Capulet!-Hold me not, let me go! his maids to the wall.

La. Mon. Thou shalt not stir one foot to seek a toe. Gre. The quarrel is between our masters, and us

Enter Prince, with Attendants. their men.

Prin. Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace, Sam. 'Tis all one, I will show myself a tyrant: Profaners of this neighbour-stained steel,when I have fought with the men, I will be cruel with Will they not hear?-What, ho ! you men, you beasts the maids; I will cut off their heads.

That quench the fire of your pernicious rage. Gre. The heads of the maids?

With purple fountains issuing from your veios, Sam. Ay, the heads of the maids, or their maiden-On pain of torture, from those bloody hands heads; take it in what sense thou wilt.

Throw your mis-temper'd weapons to the ground

, Gre. They must take it in sense, that feel it.

And hear the sentence of your moved princem Sam. Me they shall feel, while I am able to stand : Three civil brawls, bred of an airy word, and, 'tis known, I am a pretty piece of flesh.

By thee, old Capulet, and Montague,
Gre. 'Tis well, thou art not fish; if thou hadst, Have thrice disturb’d the quiet of our streets ;
thou hadst been Poor John. Draw thy tool; here and made Verona's ancient citizens
comes two of the house of the Montagues. Cast by their grave beseeming ornaments,

To wield old partizans, in hands as old,
Enter ABPAM and BALTIASAR.

Canker’d with peace, to part your canker'd hate:
Sam. My naked weapon is out; quarrel, I will back If ever you disturb our streets again,
thee.

Your lives shall pay tlie forfeit of the peace. Gre. How? turn thy back, and run?

For this time, all the rest depart away: Sam. Fear me not.

You, Capulet, shall go along with me; Gre. No, marry: I fear thee!

And, Montague, come you this afternoon, bSam. Let us take the law of our sides; let them to know our farther pleasure in this case, egin.

To old Free-town, our commoy Gre. I will frown, as I pass by; and let them take once more, on pain of death, all men depart! it as they list.

(Exeunt Prince, and Attendants ; CapaSam. Nay, as they dare. I will bite my thumb at

let, Lady Capulet , Tybalt, Citizens, them; which is a disgrace to them, if they bear it.

and Servants. Abr. Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?

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The fiery Tybalt, with his sword prepar’d; Here's much to do with hate, but more with love.
Which, as he breath'd defiance to my ears, Why then, O brawling love! o loving hate!
He swuug about his head, and cut the winds, O any thing, of nothing first create!
Who, nothing hurt withal, hiss’d him in scorn: O heavy lightness ! serious vanity!
While we were interchanging thrusts and blows, Mis-shapen chaos of well-seeming forms!
Came more and more, and fought on part and part, Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health!
Till the prince came, who parted either part. Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is! -
La. Mon. 0, where is Romeo ? - saw you him This love feel I, that feel no love in this.
to-day?

Dost thou not laugh?
Right glad I am, he was not at this fray.

Ben. No, coz, I rather weep.
Ben. Madam, an hour before the worshipp'd sun Rom. Good heart, at what?
Peer'd forth the golden window of the east,

Ben. At thy good heart's oppression.
A troubled mind drave me to walk abroad;

Rom. Why, such is love's transgression. —
Where, — underneath the grove of sycamore, Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast;
That westward rooteth from the city's side, Which thou wilt propagate, to have it prest
So early walking did I see your son:

With more of thine: this love, that thou hast shown,
Towards him I made; but he was 'ware of me, Doth add more grief to too much of mine own.
And stole into the covert of the wood :

Love is a smoke, rais'd with the fume of sighs;
I, measuring his affections by my own,

Being purg'd, a fire, sparkling in lovers' eyes;
That most are busied when they are most alone, - Being vex’d, a sea, nourish'd with lovers' tears:
Pursu'd my humour, not pursuing his,

What is it else? a madness most discreet,
And gladly shunn'd who gladly fled from me. A choking gall, and a preserving sweet.
Mon. Many a moruing hath he there been seen, Farewell, my coz!

(Going
With tears augmenting the fresh morning's dew, Ben. Soft, I will go along ;
Adding to clouds more clouds with his deep sighs: And if you leave me so, you do me wrong;
But all so soon as the all-cheering sun

Rom. "Tut, I have lost myself; I am not here ; Should in the furthest east begin to draw

This is not Romeo, he's some other where. The shady curtains from Aurora's bed,

Ben. Tell me in sadness, who she is you love, Away from light steals home my heavy son,

Rom. What, shall I groan, and tell thee?
And private in his chamber pens himself;

Ben. Groan ? why, no!
Shuts up his windows, locks fair day-light out, But sadly tell me, who.
And makes himself an artificial night:

Roin. Bid a sick man in sadness make his will: Black and portentous must this humour prove, Ah, word ill urg'd to one that is so ill!-Unless good counsel may the cause remove. In sadness, cousin, I do love a woman. Ben. My noble uncle, do you know the cause? Ben. I aim'd so near, when I suppos'd you lov’d. Mon. I neither know it, nor can learn of him. Rom. A right good marksman !- And she's fair I Ben. Have you impórtun'd him by any means ? love. Mon. Both by myself, and many other friends : Ben. A right fair mark, fair coz, is soonest hit. But he, his own allections' counsellor,

Rom. Well, in that hit you miss: she'll not be hit Is to himself — I will not say, how true

With Cupid's arrow, she hath Dian's wit; Lut to himself so secret and so close,

And, in strong proof of chastity well armd, So far from sounding and discovery,

From love's weak childish bow she lives un harm’d. As is the bud bit with an envious worm,

She will not stay the siege of loving terms, Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air, Nor bide the encounter of assailing eyes, Or dedicate his beauty to the sun.

Nor ope her lap to saint-seducing gold : Could we but learn from whence his sorrows grow, o, she is rich in beauty; only poor, We would as willingly give cure as know. That, when she dies, with beauty dies her store. Enter Romeo, at a distance.

Ben. Then she hath sworn, that she will still live
Ben. See where he comes ! So please you, step aside! chaste?
I'll kvow his grievance, or be much denied. Rom. She hath, and in that sparing makes huge

Mon. I would, thou wert so happy by thy stay, waste;
To hear true shrift. — Come, madam, let's away! For beauty, starv'd with her severity,

[Exeunt Montague and Lady. Cuts beauty off from all posterity.
Ben, Good morrow, cousin!

She is too fair, too wise; wisely too fair,
Rom. Is the day so young?

To merit bliss by making me despair:
Ben. But new strick sine.

She hath forsworn to love; and, in that vow,
Rom. Ah me! sad hours seem long.

Do I live dead, that live to tell it now.
Was that my father that went hence so fast? Ben. Be rul'd by me, forget to think of her.
Ben. It was. What sadness lengthens Romeo's Rom. O, teach me how I should forget to think.
hours?

Ben. By giving liberty unto thine eyes ;
Rom, Not having that, which, having, makes them Examine other bearties.
short.

Rom. 'Tis the way
Ben. In love?

To call her’s, exquisite, in question more:
Rom. Out-

These happy masks, that kiss fair ladies' brı w's,
Ben. Of love?

Being black, put us in mind they hide the fair;
Rom. Out of her favour, where I am in love. He, that is strucken blind, cannot forget
Ben. Alas, that love, so gentle in his view,

The precious treasure of his eyesight lost :
Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof! Show me a mistress, that is passing fair,
Rom. Alas, that love, whose view is muffled still, What doth her beauty serve, but as a note,
Should, without eyes, see pathways to his will ! Where I may read, who pass'd that passing fair?
Where shall we dine? O me!-- What fray was Farewell! thou canst pot teach me to forget.

here? Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all.

Ben. I'll pay that doctrine, or else die in debt.

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SCENE II.- A Streat.

County Anselme, and hisbeauteous sisters; the la Enter Capulet, Paris, and Servant. dy widow of Vitruvio; Signior Placentio, and his Cap. And Montague is bound as well as I, lovely nieces; Mercutio, and his brother Valentine: In penalty alike; and 'tis not hard, I think, mine uncle Capulet, his wife, and daughters ; my For men so old as we to keep the peace.

fair niece Rosaline ; Livia ; Signior Valentio, and Par. Of honourable reckoning are you both; This cousin Tybalt; Lucio, and the lively Helena. And pity 'tis, you lived at odds so long.

A fair assembly; (Gives back the note.] Whither But now, my lord, what say you to my suit?

should they come? Cap. But saying o'er what I have said before:

Seri. Up:
My child is yet a stranger in the world,

Rom. Whither?
She hath not seen the change of fourteen years; Serv. To supper; to our house.
Let two more summers wither in their pride, Rom. Whose house?
Ere we may think her ripe to be a bride.

Serv. My master's.
Pur. Younger than she are happy mothers made, Rom. Indeed, I should have asked you tKat before.
Cup. And too soon marr'd are those so early made. Serv. Now I'll tell you without asking. My master
The earth hath swallow'd all my hopes but she, is the great rich Capulet; and if you be not of the
She is the hopeful lady of my earth :

house of Montagues, I pray, come and crush a cup But woo her, gentle Paris, get her heart,

of wine. Rest you merry.

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. My will to her consent is but a part;

Ben. At this same ancient feast of Capulet's An she agree, within her scope of choice

Sups the fair Rosaline, whom thou so lov'st; Lies my consent and fair according voice.

With all the admired beauties of Verona : This night I hold an old accustom'd feast,

Go thither; and with unattainted eye, Whereto I have invited many a guest,

Compare her face with some that I shall show,
Such as I love; and you, among the store,

And I will make thee think thy swan a crow,
One more, most welcome, makes my number more. Rom. When the devout religion of mine eye
At my poor house look to behold this night Maintains such falsehood, than turn tears to fires

!
Earth-treading stars, that make dark heaven light. And these, who, often drown'd,could never die, --
Such comfort, as do lusty young men feel, Transparent heretics, be burnt for liars!
When well-apparell'd April on the heel

Que fairer than my love! the all-seeing sun
of limping winter treads, even such delight Ne'er saw her match, since first the world begno,
Among fresh female buds shall you this night Ben. Tut! you saw her fair, none else being by,
Inherit at my house; hear all, all see,

Herself pois'd with herself in either eye:
Aud like her most, whose merit most shall be: But in those crystal scales, let there be weigh'd
Such, amongst view of many, mine, being one, Your lady's love against some other maid
May stand in number, though in reckoning none. That I will show you, shining at this seast,
Come, go with me! - Go, sirrah ! trudge about And she shall scant show weil, that now shows best

. Through fair Verona; find those persons out, Rom. I'll go along, no such sight to be shown, Whose names are written there, *[Gives a paper.) But to rejoice in splendour of mine ovo. (Exeuns.

and to them say, My house and welcome on their pleasure stay:

SCENE III.

A room in CAPULET's house. [Exeunt Capulet and Paris.

Enter Lady CAPULET (2nd Nurse. Serr. Find them out, whose names are written La. Cap. Nurse, where's my daughter? call her here? It is written — that the shoemaker should forth to me! meddle with his yard, and the tailor with his last, Nurse. Now, by my maiden-head, - at twelve year the fisher with his pencil, and the painter with his old, nets: but I am sent to find those persons, whose I bade her come. What, lamb! what, ladybird!names are here writ, and can never find what names God forbid ! - where's this girl? what Juliet! the writing person hath here writ. I must to the

Enter JULIET. learned. - In good time.

Jul. How now, who calls ?
Enter BENVOLJO and Romeo,

Nurse. Your mother. Ben. Tut, man! one fire burns out another's Jul, Madam, I am here. burning,

What is your will ?
One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish;

La. Cap. This is the matter.- Nurse, give leare
Turn giddy, and be holp by backward turning; awhile,
Ode desperate grief cures with another's langaish: We must talk in secret.

-Nurse, come back again

! Take thou some new infection to thy eye,

I have remember'd me, thou shalt hear our coupscl. And the rank poison of the old will die.

Thou know'st, my daughter's of a pretty agen Rom. Your plantain leaf is excellent for that. Nurse. 'Faith, I can tell her age unto an hour. Ben. For what, 1.pray thee?

Lu. Cap. She's not fourteen. Rom. For your broken shin.

Nurse. l'll lay fourteen of my teeth,
Ben. Why, Romeo, art thou mad ?

And yet, to my teen be it spoken; I have but four, -
Rom. Not mad, but bound more than a madman She is not fourteen; how long is it dow
Shut up in prison, kept without my food,

To Laminas-tide?
Whipp'd, and tormented, and Good. e'en, good La. Cap. A fortnight, and odd days,
fellow.

Nurse. Even or odd, of all days in the year, Serv. God gi' good e'en. - I pray, sir, can you read? Some Lammas-eve at vight, shall she be fourteen. Rom. Ay, mine own fortune in my misery. Susan and she, God rest all Christian souls!Serv. Perhaps you have learn’d it without book:

Were of an age. -- Well, Susan is with God; But I pray, can you read any thing you see? She was too good for me: but, as I said, Rom. Ay, if I know the letters, and the language. On Lammas-eve at night shall she be fourteen

; Serv. Ye say honestly; rest you merry! That shall she, marry; I remember it well. Rom. Stay, fellow! I can read.

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So shall you share all that he doth possess,
For I had then laid wormwood to my dug,

By having him, making yourself no less.
Sitting in the sun under the dove-house wall, Nurse. No less ? nay, bigger; women grow by men.
My lord and you were then at Mantua :

La, Cap. Speak briefly, can you like of Paris' love?
Nay, I do bear a brain : - but, as I said,

Jul. I'll look to like, if looking liking move:
When it did taste the wormwood on the nipple But no more deep will I endart mine eye,
Of my dug, and felt it bitter, pretty fool!

Than your consent gives strength to make it fly.
To see it tetchy, and fall out with the dug:

Enter a Serrant.
Shake, quoth the dove-house: 'twas no need, I trow, Serv. Madam, the guests are come, supper served
To bid me trudge.

up, you called, my young lady asked for, the nurse And since that time it is eleven years :

cursed in the pantry, and every thing in extremity, For then she could stand alove; nay, by the rood, I must hence to wait ; I beseech you, follow straight! She could have run and waddled all about.

La. Cap. We follow thee!— Juliet, the county stays. For even the day before, she broke her brow: Nurse. Go, girl, seek happy nights to happy days! And then my husband — God be with his soul!

(Exeunt.
’A was a merry man; --
- took the child :

SCENE IV.– A street.
Yea, quoth he, dost thou fall upon thy face? Enter Romeo, MERCUTIO, Benvolio, with five or six
Thou wilt fall backwards when thou hast more wit ; Maskers, Torch-Bearers, and Others.
Wilt thou not, Jule? and, by my holy-dam, Rom. What, shall this speech be spoke for our
The pretty wretch left crying, and said Ay:

excuse?
To see now, how a jest shall come about !

Or shall we on without apology?
I warrant, an I should live a thousand years,

Ben. The date is out of such prolixity:
I never should forget it; Wilt thou not, Jule? We'll have no Cupid hood-wink'd with a scarf,
quoth he:

Bearing a Tartar's painted bow of lath,
And, pretty fool, it stinted, and said — Ay. Scaring the ladies like a crow-keeper;
La. Cap. Enough of this; I pray thee, hold thy Nor no without-book prologue, faintly spoke
peace!

After the prompter, for our entrance:
Nurse. Yes, madam! Yet I cannot choose but laugh, But, let them measure ns by what they will,
To think it should leave crying, and say - Ay:

We'll measure them a measure, and be gone.
And yet, I warrant, it had npon its brow

Rom. Give me a torch, – I am not for this ambling;
A bump as big, as a young cockrel's stone; Being but heavy, I will bear the light.
A parlous knock; and it cried bitterly.

Mer. Nay, gentle Romeo, we must have dance.
Yea, quoth my husband, fali'st upon thy face? Rom. Not I, believe me! you have dancing shoes
Thou wilt fall buck ward, when thou com'st to age; With nimble soles: I have a soul of lead,
Wilt thou not, Jule? it stinted, and said — Ay. So stakes me to the ground, I cannot move.
Jul. And stint thou too, I pray thee, nurse, say I! Mer. You are a lover; borrow Cupid's wings,
Nurse. Peace, I have done. God mark thee to his And soar with them above a common bound.
grace!

Rom. I am too sore empierced with his shaft,
Thou wast the prettiest babe that e'er I nurs’d: To soar with his light feathers ; and so bound,
An I might live to see thee married once,

I cannot bound a pitch above dull woe:
wish.

Under love's heavy burden do ) sink.
La. Cap. Marry, that marry is the very theme Mer. And, to sink in it, should you burden love;
I came to talk of. — Tell me, daughter Juliet, Too great oppression for a tender thing.
How stands your disposition to be married ? Rom. Is love a tender thing? it is too rough,
Jul. It is an honour that I dream not of.

Too rude, too boisť’rons; and it pricks like thorn.
Nurse. An honour! were not I thine only nurse, Mer. If love be rough with you, be rough with love;
I'd say, thou hadst suck'd wisdom from thy teat. Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down.
La. Cap. Well, think of marriage now; younger Give me a case to put my visage in:

(Putting on a mask. Here in Verona, ladies of esteem,

A visor for a visor! - what care , Are made already mothers : by my count,

What curious eye

doth quote deformities? I was your mother much upon these years

Here are the beetle-brows, shall blush for me. That you are now a maid. Thus then, in brief; Ben. Come, knock, and enter! and no sooner in, The valiant Paris seeks you for his love.

But every man betake him to his legs. Nurse. A man, young lady! lady, such a man, Rom. A torch for me! let wantons, light of heart, As all the world — Why, he's a man of wax. Tickle the senseless rushes with their heels; La. Cap. Verona's summer hath not such a flower. For I am proverb'd with a grandsire phrase, Nurse. Nay, he's a flower; iu faith, a very flower ! I'll be a candle-holder, anil look on, La. Cap. What say you? can you love the gen- The game was ne'er so fair, and I am done. tleman?

Mer. Tut! dun's the mouse, the constable's own This night you shall behold him at our feast;

word: Read o'er the volume of young Paris' face,

If thou art dun, we'll draw thee from the mire And find delight writ there with beauty's pen; of this (save reverence) love, wherein thou stich'st Examine every married lineament,

Up to the ears. - Come, we burn day-light, ho! And see how one another lends content;

Rom. Nay, that's not so. And what obscurd in this fair volume lies,

Mer. I mean, sir, in delay Find written in the margin of liis eyes.

We waste our lights in vain, like lamps by day. This precious book of love, this mubound lover, Take our good meaning; for our judgment sits To beautify him, only lacks a cover:

Five times in that, ere once in our fire wits. The fish lives in the sea; and 'tis much pride, Rom. And we mean weil, in going to this mask; For fair withont the fair within to hide:

But 'is no wit to go. That book in many's eves doth share the glory, Mer. Why, may one ask? 'That in gold clasps locks in the golden story;

Rom. I dreamt a dream to-night.

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