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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.

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 thon 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; , measuring his afl'ections 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 maddess most discreet,
And gladly shunn'd who gladly fled from me. A choking gall, and a preserving sweet.
Mon. Many a morning hath he there been seen, Farewell, my coz!

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!


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 portentons 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; Put to himself so secret and so close,

And, in strong proof of chastity well arm’d, So fur from sounding and discovery,

From love's weak childish bow she lives unharm'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 know 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 struck sine.

She bath 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 heuce 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.

Rom. 'Tis the way
Ben. In love?

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

These happy masks, that kiss fair ladies' bri ws,
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.

Ben. I'll pay that doctrine, or else die in debt. Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all.


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SCENE II.- A Street.

County Anselme, and his beauteous sisters; the la Enter Capulet, Paris, and Servant. dy widow of Vitruvio; Signior Placentio, and hus 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?
Slie 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


that before. Cap. 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.


. 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 drowo'd,could never die,-Such comfort, as do lusty young men feel,

Transparent heretics, be barnt for liars! When well-apparellid 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 begna. Among fresh female buds shall you this night Ben. Tąt! you saw her fair, none else being by, Inherit at my house; hear all, all see,

Herself pois'd with herself in either eye: And like her most, whose merit most shall be: But in those crystal scales, let there be weigh'd Sach, 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 feast, Come, go with me! - Go, sirrah ! trudge about And she shall scant show well, 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 ovn. (Eren.

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 and Nurse. Serr. Find them out, whose names are written La. Car. 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 BENYOLIO 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 leste Turn giddy, and be holp by backward turning; awhile,

Ope desperate grief cures with another’s languish: 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 onr counsel. And the rank poison of the old will die.

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

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

Nurse. I'll lay fourteen of my teeth, Ben. Why, Romeo, art thon 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'ea.- I pray, sir, can you read? Some Lammas-eve at night, shull she be fourteen. Rom. Ay, mine own fortune in my misery.

Susan and she,
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 ut 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.

(Reads. 'Tis since the earthquake now eleven years; Bignior Martino, and his wife, and daughters ; ! And she was weau’d, I never shall forget it, -

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Of all the days of the year, upon that day: 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'I 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 alone; 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 up 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 ihou 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:

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 cro

La. Cap. Enough of this; I pray thee, hold thy Nor no without-book prologue, faintly spoke

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 bucl 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 1! 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.

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:
I have my wish.

Under love's heavy burden do y sink.
La. Can. Marry, that marry is the very theme Mer. And, to sink in it, should you

borden 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 boist’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; mistely 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 estcem,

A visor for a visor! - what care I, 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 liis love.

But every man betake him to liis 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; Ia. Cap. Verona's summer hath not such a flower. For I am proverbid with a grandsire phrase, — Nurse. Nay, he's a flower; iu faith, a very flower ! I'll be a candle-holder, and 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 thnu 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 stick'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 obscur'd in this fair volume lies,

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

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

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

But 'ris no wit to go. That book in many's eyes 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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Nier. And so did S.

away? he shift a trencher! he scrape a trencher! Rom. Well, what was yours?

2 Serv. When good manders shall lie all in one Mer, That dreamers often lie.

or two men's bauds, and they unwashed too, 'tis Rom. In bed, asleep, while they do dream things a loul thing. true

I Serv. Away with the joint-stools, remove the Mer. O, then, I see, queen Mab hath been with you. court-cupboard, look to the plate: – good thou, She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes save me a piece of marchpane; and, as thou lovest In shape no bigger, than an agate-stone

me, let the porter let in Susan Grind-sione, and On the fore-finger of an alderman,

Nell. - Antony! and Potpan! Drawn with a team of little atomies

2 Serv. Ay, boy; ready. Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep:

1 Serv. You are looked for, and called for, asted Her waggon-spokes made of long-spinners' legs; for, and sought for, in the great chamber. The cover, of the wings of grasshoppers ;

2 Serv. We cannot be here and there, too. Cheerlr

, The traces, of the smallest spider's web;

boys; be brisk a while, and the longer liver take all

. The cullars, of the moonshine's watery beams:

[They retire behind. Her whip, of cricket's bone; the lash, of film: Enter Capulet, etc. with the Guests, and the Her waggoner, a small grey-coated gnat,

Maskers. Not half so big, as a round little worm

Cap. Gentlemen, welcome! ladies, that have their Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid: Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut,

Unplagu'd with corns, will have a boat with you:Made by the joiner squirrel, or old grub,

Ah ha, my mistresses! which of you all Time out of mind the fairies' coach-makers. Will now deny to dance ? she, that makes dainty, she And in this state she gallops night by night

hath corgs. Am I come near you

DOW? Through lovers' brains, and then they dream of love : You are welcome, gentlemen! I have seen the day, On courtiers' knees, that dream on court'sies straight: That I have worn a visor; and could tell O'er lawyers' fiogers, who straight dream on fees : A whispering tale in a fair lady's ear, O'er ladies' lips, who straight on kisses dream; Such as would please ; - 'tis gone, 'tis gone, 'tis goze! Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues, You are welcome, gentlemen! Come, musicians

, Because their breaths with sweet-meats tainted are. play! Sometimes she gallops o'er a courtier's nose, A hall!'a hall! give room, and foot it

, girls! And then dreams he of smelling out a suit:

[ Music plays, and they dance. And sometimes comes she with a tithe-pig's tale, More light, ye knaves! and turn the tables up, Tickling a parson's nose as ’a lies asleep, And quench the fore, the room is grown too hot. Then dreams he of another benefice:

Ah, sirrah, this unlook'd-for sport comes well! Sometimes she driveth o'er a soldier's neck,

Nay, sit, nay, sit, good cousin Capulet! And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats, For you and I are past our dancing days: Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades, How long is’t now, since last yourself and I Of healths five fathom deep; and theu auon Were in a mask? Drums in his ear; at which he starts, and wakes; 2 Cap. By'r lady, thirty years. And, being thus frighted, swears a prayer or two, 1 Cap. What, man! 'tis not so much, 'tis not sa And sleeps again. This is that very Mab,

much! That plats the manes of horses in the night: 'Tis since the nuptial of Lucentio. And bakes the elf-locks in foul sluttish hairs, Come pentecost as quickly as it will

, Which, once untangled, much misfortune bodes.

Some five and twenty years; and then we mast'?. This is the hag, when maids lie on their backs,

2 Cap. 'Tis more, 'tis more! his son is elder, sir! That presses them, and learns thenı first to bear, llis sou is thirty! Making them women of good carriage.

1 Cup. Will you tell me that? This, this is she

His son was but a ward two years ago. Rom. Peace, peace, Mercatio, peace!

Rom. What lady's that, which doth enrich the Thou talk'st of nothing:

hand Mer. True, I talk of dreams;

of yonder knight? Which are the children of an idle brain,

Serv. I know not, sir. Begot of nothing but vain fantasy;

Rom. O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! Which is as thin of substance, as the air;

Her beauty hangs upon the cheek of wight And more inconstant, than the wind, who wooes Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear: Even now the frozen bosom of the north,

Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear! And, being anger'd, pulls away from thence, So shows a snuwy dove trooping with crows, Turning his face to the dew-dropping south.

As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows. Ben. ïhis wind, you talk of, blows us from our- The measure done, I'll watch her place of stand, selves,

And, touching hers, make liappy my rade haud

, Supper is done, and we shall copie too late.

Did my heart love till now? forswear it

, sight! Rom. I fear, too early: for my mind misgives, For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night. Some consequence, yet hanging in the stars,

Tyb. This, by his voice, should be a Montague:Shall bitterly begin his fearful date

Fetch me my rapier, boy! - What! dares the slave With this night's rerels; and expire the term

Come hither, cover'd with an antic face, of a despised life, clos'd in my breast,

To fleer and scorn at our solemnity? By some vile forfeit of untimely death:

Now, by the stock and honour of my kin, Bit he, that hath the steerage of my course, To strike him dead I hold it not a sin. Direct


sail! - On, lusty gentlemen! Ben. Strike, drum!

1 Cup. Why, how now, kiusman? wherefore store

Exeunt. SCENE V.-A hall in Capulet's house. Tyb. Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe;

Musicians waiting. Enter Servunts, A villain, that is hither come in spite, I Serr. Where's Potpan, that he helps not to take To scorn at our solemnity this night.

yon so?

1 Cap. Young Romeo is't?

Ah, sirrah, (To 2 Cap.] hy my fay, it waxes late, Tyb. 'Tis he, that villain Romeo.

I'll to my rest. [Exeuni all but Juliet and Nurse. 1 Cap. Content thee, gentle.coz, let him alone, Jul. Come hither, ourse! What is yon gentleman? He bears him like a portly gentleman;

Nurse. The son and heir ol' old Tiberio. And, to say truth, Verona brags of him,

Jul. What's he, that now is going out of door? To be a virtuous and well-govern'd youth:

Nurse. Marry, that, I think, be young Petruchio. I would not, for the wealth of all this town,

Jul. What's he, that follows there, that would not Here in my house do him disparagement:

dance? Therefore be patient, take no note of him,

Nurse. I know not.
It is my will; the which if thou respect,

Jul, Go, ask his name! - if he be married,
Show a fair presence, and put off these frowns, My grave is like to be my wedding bed.
An ill-beseeming semblance for a feast.

Nurse. His name is Romeo, and a Montague;
Tyb. It fits, when such a villain is a guest; The only son of your great enemy.
l'll not endure him,

Jul. My only love sprung from my only hate!
1 Cap. He shall be endur'd:

Too early seen unknown, and known too late;
What, goodman boy!- I say, he shall! – Go to !- Prodigious birth of love it is to me,
Am I the master here, or you? go to!

That I must love a loathed enemy.
You'll not endure him!- God shall mend


soul Nurse. What's this? what's this? You'll make a mutiny among my guests!

Jul. A rhyme I learnd even now You will set cock-a-hoop! you'll be the man! Of one I danc'd withal. [One calls within, Juliet. Tyb. Why, uncle, 'tis a shame.

Nurse. Apon, anon!1 Cap. Go to, go to !

Come, let's away; the strangers all are gone! You are a saucy boy! – Is’t so, indeed ?

[Exeunt. This trick may chance to scathe you; – I know what.

Enter Chorus. You must contráry me! marry, 'tis time

Now old desire doth in his death-bed lie,
Well said, my hearts: you are a princox; go! And young affection gapes to be his heir;
Be quiet, or -- More light, more light, for shame!- That fair, which love groau'd for, and would die,
I'll make you quiet. What! Cheerly, my hearts. With tender Juliet match'd, is now not fair.

Tyb. Patience perforce with wilful choler meeting, Now Romeo is belov'd, and loves again,
Makes my flesh tremble in their different greeting. Alike bewitched by the charm of looks;
I will withdraw : but this intrusion shall,

But to his foe suppos'd he must complain,
Now seeming sweet, convert to bitter gall. (Exit. And she steal love's sweet bait from fearful hooks:
Rom. If I profane with my unworthy hand Being held a foe, he may not have access

[To Juliet.

To breathe such vows us lovers use to swear; This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this, And she as much in love, her means much less My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand

To meet her new-beloved any where :
To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss. But passion lends them power, time means to meet,
Jul. Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too Temp'ring extremities with extreme sweet. (Exit.

Which mannerly devotion shows in this;
For saints have hands, that pilgrims' hands do touch,

Аст II.
And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.


An open place, adjoining CAPULET'S Rom. Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?

Juł. Ay, pilgrim, lips, that they must use in prayer,

Enter Roveo.
Rom. Othen, dear saint, let lips do what hands do; Rom. Can I go forward, when my heart is here?
They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair. Turn back, dull earth, and find thy center out.
Jul. Saints do not move, though grant' for prayer's [He climbs the wall, and leaps down within it.

Enter Benvolio, and MERCUTIO.
Rom. Then move not, while my prayer's effect I Ben. Romeo! my cousin Romeo!

Mer. He is wise;
Thus from my lips, by your my sin is purg'd. And, on my life, hath stolen him home to bed.

{Kissing her. Ben. He ran this way, and leap'd this orchard wall:
Jul. Then have my lips the sio that they have took. Call, good Mercutio!
Rom. Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urg'd! Mer. Nay, I'll conjure too. —
Give me my sin again.

Romeo! humours! madman! passion ! lover!
Jul. You kiss by the book.

Appear thou in the likeness of a sigh,
Nurse. Madam, your mother craves a word with you. Speak but one rhyme, and I am satisfied;
Rom. What is her mother?

Cry but — Ah me! couple but -- love and dove;
Nurse. Marry, bachelor,

Speak to my gossip Venus one fair word,
Her mother is the lady of the house,

One nickname for her purblind son and heir,
And a good lady, and a wise, and virtuous : Young Adam Cupid, he that shot so trim,
1 nurs'd her daughter, that you talk'd withal; When king Cophetua lov'd the beggar-maid.
I tell you, he, that can lay hold of her,

He heareth not, stirreth not, he moveth not;
Shall have the chinks.

The ape is dead, and I must conjure him.-
: Rom. Is she a Capulet?

I conjure thee by Rosaline's bright eyes,
O dear account! my life is my foe's debt.

By her high forehead, and her scarlet lip,
Ben. Away, begone! the sport is at the best. By her fine foot, straight leg, and quivering thigh,
Rom. Ay, so I fear; the more is my unrest. And the demesnes that there adjacent lie,
1 Cap. Nay, gentlemen, prepare not to be gone: That in thy likeness thou appear to us.
We have a trifling foolish banquet towards. - Ben. An if he hear thee, thou wilt anger him.
Is it e'en so? Why, then I thank you all;

Mer. This cannot anger him : 'twould anger him
I thank you, honest gentlemen; good night! - To raise a spirit in his mistress' circle
More torches here! Come on, then let's to bed! "of some strange nature, letting in there stand,

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