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Mer. And so did I.

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

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

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

1 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-stone, 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. Cheerls, The traces, of the smallest spider's web;

boys; be brisk a while, and the lovger 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:

toes 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

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And in this state she gallops night by night I'll swear, hath corns. Am I come near you now?
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' fingers, 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 gone!
Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues, You are welcome, gentlemen!

Come, musicians,
Because their breaths with swcet-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 skey 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 fire, 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 pust our dancing days;
Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades, How long is't now, since last yourself and I
Of healths five fathom deep; and then anon 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 so
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 mask'd.
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,

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, Mercutio, 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 check of night
And more inconstant, than the wiud, 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 snowy dove trooping with crows,
Turning his face to the dew-dropping south.
Ben. This wind, you talk of, blows us from our- The measure done, I'll watch her place of stand

As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows.
selves;

And, touching hers, make happy my rude hand

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

Did
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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 Montagues Shall bitterly begin his fearful date

Fetch me my rapier, boy! With this night's revels; 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, But he, that hath the steerage of my course, To strike him dead I hold it not a sin. Direct my sail! - On, lusty gentlemen!

1 Cup. Why, how now, kiusman? wherefore stora Ben. Strike, drum!

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

Musicians waiting. Enter Servants. 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.

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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.

(Exeunt all but Juliet and Nurse. 1 Cap. Content thee, gentle.coz, let him alone, Jul. Come hither, nurse! What is yon gentleman? He bears him like a portly gentleman;

Nurse. The son and heir of 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 pame!- 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.
I'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 endore him !- God shall mend my 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. Anon, 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 groan'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 hav

[To Juliet. To breathe such vows as 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.

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

A CT II.
And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.

SCENE I. – An open place, adjoining Capulet's
Rom. Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?

garden. Jul. Ay, pilgrim, lips, that they must use in

prayer.

Enter Roueo.
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.
sake.

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

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 sin 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
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Take all myself.
Is fair and honest, and, in his mistress' name, Rom. I take thee at thy word :
I conjare only but to raise up him.

Call me but love, and I'll be new baptiz'd;
Ben. Come, he hath hid himself among those Henceforth I never will be Romeo.
trees,

Jul. What man art thou, that, thus bescreen'd in
To be consorted with the humorous night:
Blind is his love, and best bests the dark.

So stumblest on my counsel?
Mer. If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark. Rom. By a name
Now will he sit under a medlar tree,

I know not how to tell thee who I am:
And wish his mistress were that kind of fruit, My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself,
As maids call medlars, when they laugh alone. – Because it is an enemy to thee;
Romeo, good night! I'll to my truckle-bed; Had I it written, I would tear the word.
This field-bed is too cold for me to sleep : Jul. My ears have not yet drunk a hundred words
Come, shall we go?

Ofthe tongue's utterance, yet I know the sound;
Ben, Go, then! for 'tis in vain

Art thou not Romeo, and a Montague?
To seek him here, that means not to be found.

Rom. Neither, fair saint, if either thee dislike.
(Exeunt. Jul. How cam’st thou hither, tell me? and where-

fore?
SCENE II. -- Capulet's garden.

The orchard walls are high, and hard to climb;
Enter Romeo.

And the place death, considering who thou art,
Rom. He jests at scars, that never felt a wound.

If any of my kinsmen find thee here.
(Juliet appears above at a window. Rom. With love's light wings did I o'er-perch these
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks !
It is the east, and Juliet is the sun!

For stony limits cannot hold love ont:
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, And what love can do, that dares love attempt;
Who is already sick and pale with grief,

Therefore thy kinsmen are no let to me,
That thou her maid art far more fair than she: Jul. If they do see thee, they will murder thee.
Be not her maid, since she is envious;

Rom. Alack! there lies more peril in thine eye, Her vestal livery is but sick and green,

Than twenty of their swords; look thou bat sweet

, And none but fools do wear it; cast it off.

And I am proof against their enmity. It is my lady; 0, it is my love!

Jul. I would not for the world, they saw thet here.
O, that she knew she were !

Rom. I have night's cloak to hide me from their
She speaks, yet she says nothing. What of that? sight;
Her eye discourses, I will answer it.

And, but thou love me, let them find me here:
I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks :

My life were better ended by their hate, Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,

Than death prorogued, wanting of thy love. Having some business, do entreat her eyes

Jul. By whose direction found'st thou out this To twinkle in their spheres till they return.

place?
What if her eyes were there, they in her head ? Rom. By love, who first did prompt me to inquire;
The brightness of her cheek would shame those He lent me counsel, and I lent him eyes.
stars,

I am no pilot; yet, wert thou as far,
As daylight doth a lamp; her eye in heaven As that vast shore wash'd with the farthest sea,
Would through the airy region stream so bright, I would adventure for such merchandise.
That birds would sing, and think it were not night. Jul. Thou know'st the mask of night is oa mi
See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand !

face ; O, that I were a glove upon that hand,

Else would a maiden blush bepaint my That I might touch that cheek!

For that which thou hast heard me speak to-sight Jul. Ah me!

Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny Rom. She speaks:

What I have spoke; but farewell complimert! O, speak again, bright angel! for thon art Dost love me? I know thou wilt say - Ay; As glorious to this night, being o'er my head, And I will take thy word: yet, if thou swear's, As is a winged messenger of heaven

Thou may'st prove false; at lovers' perjuries, Unto the white-upturned wond’ring eyes

They say, Jove laughs, 0, gentle Romeo, Of mortals, that fall back to gaze on him, If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully: When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds,

Or if thou think'st I am too quickly wou, And sails upon the bosom of the air.

I'll frown, and be perverse, and say thee day,
Jul. O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo ? So thou wilt woo; but, else, not for the world.
Deny thy father, and refuse thy name:

In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond;
Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, And therefore thou may’st think my haviour light:
And I'll no longer be a Capulet.

But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true
Rom. Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this? Than those that have more cunning to be straga

(Aside. I should have been more strange, I must confess Jul. 'Tis bot thy name, that is my enemy; - But that thou overheard'st, ere I was ware, Thou art thyself though, not a Montague.

My true love's passion: therefore pardon me; What's Montague? it is nor hand, por foot, Aud not impute this yielding to light love, Nor arm, nor face, uor any other part

Which the dark night hath so discovered. Belonging to a man. O, be some other name!

Rom. Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear, What's in a name? that, which we call a rose,

That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops, By any other name would smell as sweet ;

Jul. O, swear not by the moon, inconstant moon, So Romeo would, were he not Romeo callid,

That monthly changes in her circled orb, Retain that dear perfection which he owes, Lest that thy love. prove likewise variable. Without that title :- Romeo, doff thy name; Rom. What shall I swear by?

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Jul. Do not swear at all!

I have forgot why I did call thee back.
Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self,

Pom. Let me stand here, till thou remember it.
Which is the god of my idolatry,

Jul, I shall forget, to have thee still stand there,
And I'll believe thee.

Rememb’ring how I love thy company.
Rom. If my heart's dear love-

Rom. And I'll still stay, to have thee still forget,
Jul. Well, do not swear! although I joy in thee, Forgetting any other home but this.
I have no joy of this contract to-night:

Jul. 'Tis almost morning, I would have thee goue :
It is too rash, too unadvis'd, too sudden;

And yet no further, than a wanton's bird ;
Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be, Who lets it hop a little from her hand,
Ere one can say It lightens. Sweet, good night! Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves,
This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath, And with a silk thread plucks it back again,
May prove a beauteons flower, when next we meet. So loving-jealous of his liberty.
Good night, good night! as sweet repose and rest Rom. I would I were thy bird.
Come to thy heart, as that within my breast! Jul. Sweet, so would I:
Rom. O wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied? Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing.
Jul. What satisfaction canst thou have to-night? Good night,good night! parting is such sweet sorrow,
Rom. The exchange of thy love's faithful vow for That I shall say-good night, till it be morrow. [Lxit.
mine.

Rom. Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy
Jul. I gave thee mine before thon didst request it: breast!
And yet I would it were to give again.

'Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest! Rom. Would'st thou withdraw it? for what pur- Hence will I to my ghostly father's cell;

His help to crave, and my dear hap to tell. [Exit.
Jul. But to be frank, and give it thee again.
And yet I wish but for the thing I have:

SCENE III.- Friar Laurence's cell.
My bounty is as boundless as the sea,

Enter Friar Laurence, with a basket.
My love as deep; the more I give to thee,

Fri. The grey-ey'd mora smiles on the frowning
The more I have, for both are infinite.

night,

[Nurse calls within. Checkering the eastern clouds with streaks of light;
I hear some noise within. Dear love, adien! And flecked darkness like a drunkard reels
Anon, good nurse!--Sweet Montague, be true! From forth day's path-way, made by Titan's wheels :
Stay but a little, I will come again.

(Exit. Now, ere the sun advance his burning eye,
Rom. O blessed, blessed night! I am afeard, The day to cheer, and night's dank dew to dry,
Being in night, all this is but a dream,

I must up-fill this osier cage of ours,
Too flattering-swect to be substantial.

With baleful weeds, and precious-juiced powers.
Re-enter Juliet, above.

The earth, that's nature's mother, is her tomb; Jul. Three words, dear Romeo, and good night in- What is her burying grave, that is her womb: deed,

And from her womb children of divers kind
If that thy bent of love be honourable,

We sucking on her natural bosom find;
Thy purpose marriage, send me word to-morrow

Many for many virtues excellent,
By one that I'll procure to come to thee,

None but for some, and yet all different.
Where, and what time, thou wilt perform the rite; 0, mickle is the powerful grace, that lies
And all my fortunes at thy foot I'll lay,

In herbs, plants, stones, and their true qualities :
And follow thee, my lord, throughout the world. For nought so vile, that on the earth doth live,
Nurse. (IVithin.] Madam!

But to the earth some special good doth give;
Iul. I come, anon.-But if thou mean'st not well, Nor aught so good, but, strain'd from that fair use,
I do beseech thee,

Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse:
Nurse. [Within.) Madam.

Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied ;
Jul. By and by, I come: -

Add vice sometime's by action dignified.
To cease thy suit, and leave me to my grief: Within the infant rind of this small flower
To-morrow will I send.

Poison hath residence, and med’cine power:
Rom. So thrive my soul,

For this, being smelt, with that part cheers each part;
Jul. A thousand times good night! (Exit. Being tasted, slays all senses with the heart.
Rom. A thousand times the worse, to want thy light. Two such opposed foes encamp them still
Love goes toward love, as school-boys from their In man as well as herbs, grace, and rude will;
books;

And, where the worser is predominant,
But love from love, toward school with heavy looks. Full soon the canker death eats up that plant.
(Retiring slowly.

Enter Romeo.
Re-enter Juliet, above.

Rom. Good morrow, father!
Jul. Hist! Romeo, hist!-0, for a falconer's voice, Fri. Benedicite!
To lure this tassel-gentle back again!

What early tongue so sweet salateth me?-
Bondage is hoarse, and may not speak aloud; Young son, it argues a distemper'd head,
Else would I tear the cave' where echo lies, So soon to bid good morrow to thy bed:
And make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye,
With repetition of my Romeo's name.

And where care lodges, sleep will never lie;
Rom. It is my soul, that calls upon my name : But where unbruised youth with unstuff'd brain
How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night, Doth couch his limbs, there golden sleep doth reign :
Like softest music to attending ears!

Therefore thy earliness doth me assure,
Jul. Romeo !

Thou art uprous'd by some distemp’rature;
Rom. My sweet!

Or if not so, then here I hit it right
Jul. At what o'clock to-morrow

Our Romeo hath not been in bed to-night.
Shall I send to thee?

Rom. That last is true, the sweeter rest was mine. Rom. At the hour af nine.

Fri. God pardon sin! wast thou with Rosaline ? Jul. I will not fail; ’tis twenty years till then. Rom. With Rosaline, my ghostly father? no.

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bauble in a l fights as you sing prick-song, keeps time, distance, I have been feasting with mine enemy;

and proportion; rests me his minim rest, one, two, Ben. Stop t Where, on a sudden, one hath wounded me, and the third in your bosom: the very butcher of

Mer. Thou That's by me wounded ; both our remedies a silk button, a duellist, a duellist; a gentleman of the hair. Within thy help and holy physic lies:

the very first house, -of the first and second cause. Ben. Thou I hear no hatred, blessed man; for lo,

Ah, the immortal passado! the punto reverso ! the Mer. O, the My intercession likewise steads my foe. hay!

short: for I Fri. Be plain, good son, and homely in thy drift; Den. The what?

and meant, i
Piddling confession finds but riddling shrift. Mer. The pox of such antic, lispiog, affecting fan- Rom, Here
Rom. Then plainly know, my heart's dear love is set tasticoes; these new turners of accents! - By Jesh
On the fair daughter of rich Capulet:

a very good blade! -
- a very tall man! - a tery

Mer. A sail As mine on hers, so hers is set on mine;

good whore! — Why, is not this a lamentable thing

,

Ben. Two, And all combin’d, save what thou must combine grandsire, that we should be thus afflicted with these

Nurse. Pete By holy marriage. When, and where, and how, strange flies, these fashion-mongers, these pardone

Peter. Ano We met, we woo'd, and made exchange of vow, moy's, who stand so much on the new form, that I'll tell thee as we pass : but this I pray,

they cannot sit at ease on the old bench? O, their That thou consent to marry us this day. bons, their bons!

for her fan's Fri. Holy Saint Francis! what a change is here !

Enter Rovio.

Nurse. God Is Rosaline, whom thou didst love so dear,

Ben. Here comes Romeo, here comes Romeo! So soon forsaken? young men's love then lies Mer. Without his roe, like a dried herring :-( Nurse. Is it Not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes. flesh , flesh, how art thou fishified !- Now is he for Jesu Maria! What a deal of brine

the numbers that Petrarch flowed in: Laura, to his

of the dial is Hath wash'd thy sallow cheeks for Rosaline ! lady, was but a kitchen-wench;— marry, she had a How much salt water thrown away in waste, better love to be-rhyme her: Dido a dowdy; CleoTo season love, that of it doth not taste!

patra, a gipsy; Helen and Hero, hildings and barThe sun not yet thy sighs from heaven clears, lots; Thisbé, a grey eye or so, but not to the purs Thy old groans ring yet in my ancient ears; pose.' -- Signior Romeo, bon jour! there's a French Lo, here upon thy cheek the stain doth sit salutation to your French slop. You gave us the Of an old tear, that is not wash'd off yet:

counterfeit fairly last night. If e'er thou wast thyself, and these woes thine, Rom. Good-morrow to you both. What counterfeit Thou and these woes were all for Rosaline ;

did I give you? And art thon chang'd? pronounce this sentencethen : Mer. The slip, sir, the slip. Can you not conceir? Women may fall, when there's no strength in men. Rom. Pardon, good Mercatio, my business was gres

; Rom. Thou chidd'st me oft for loving Rosaline. and, in such a case as mine, a man may strain courte: Fri. For doting, not for loving, pupil mine. Mer. That's at much as to say — such a case as Rom. And bad'st me bury love.

yours constrains a man to bow in the hams, Fri. Not in a grave,

Rom. Meaning - to court'sy.
To lay one in, another out to have.

Mer. Thou hast most kindly hit it.
Rom. I pray thee, chide not: she, whom I love now, Rom. A most courteous exposition.
Doth grace for grace, and love for love allow; Mer. Nay, I am the very pink of courtesy.
The other did not so.

Rom. Pink for flower.
Fri, 0, she knew well,

Mer. Right.
Thy love did read by rote, and could not spell. Rom. Why, then is my pump well flowered,
But come, young waverer, come go

Mer. Well said. Follow me this jest now,
In one respect I'll thy assistant be;

hast worn ont thy pump; that, when the single sue For this alliance may so happy prove,

of it is worn, the jest may remain, after the wearing To turn your households' rancour to pure love, solely singular. · Rom. O, let us hence; I stand on sudden haste. Rom. o single-soled jest, solely singular for the Fri. Wisely and slow; they stumble that run fast. singleness !

[Exeunt. Mer. Come between us, good Benvolio; my
SCENE IV.-A street.

Rom. Switch and spurs, switch and
Enter BenvOLIO and Mercurio.

cry a match.
Mer. Where the devil should this Romeo be?- Mer. Nay, if thy wits run the wild-goose
Came he not home to-night?

have done; for thou hast more of the wild goose na Ben. Not to his father's; I spoke with his man, one of thy wits, than, I am sure, I have in my ubels Mer. Ah, that same pale hard-hearted wench, that live. Was I with you there for the goose ? Rosaline,

Rom. Thou wast never with me for any thing, when Rom. A g Torments him so, that he will sure run mad. thon wast not there for the goose. Ben. Tybalt, the kinsman of old Capulet,

Mer. I will bite thee by the ear for that jest. Hath sent a letter to his father's house.

Rom. Nay, good goose, bite not! Mer. A challenge, on my life.

Mer. Thy wit is a very bitter sweeting; it is a Ben. Romeo will answer it.

most sharp sauce. Mer. Any man, that can write, may answer a letter. Rom, And is it not well served in to a sweet goase? Ben. Nay, he will answer the letter's master, how he Mer. O, here's a wit of chevcrel, that stretches dares, being dared.

from an inch narrow to an ell broad! Mer. Alas, poor Romeo, he is already dead! stab-| Rom. bed with a white wench’s black eye ; shot through added to the ear with a love-song; the very pin of his heart goose. cleft with the blind bow-boy's buttshaft; and is he Mer. Why, is not this better now than growning a man to encounter Tybalt?

'for love? now art thou sociable

, now art thoa Rom

Nurse. Out Rom, One, self to mar.

Nurse. By to mar, 900 me where

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