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Scene 5.


Act I.

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Disguised as a pilgrim, Romeo gains admission To fleer and scorn at our solemnity? into the house of the hostile Capulets, and first sees

Now, by the stock and honour of my kin, her who soon becomes his soul's delight. i

To strike him dead I hold it not a sin. >> (0, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!

He is, however, prevented by Capulet from offerHer beauty hangs upon the cheek of night

ing any insult to Romeo, under their roof: he thus Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear:

witnesses a part of the tender interview, representBeauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!

ed in the design, and which is interrupted by the So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows,

Nurse, whom Juliet's mother sends. In answer to As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows. The measure done, I'll watch her place of stand,

Romeo's enquiries, the Nurse says to him : And touching hers, wake happy my rude hand,

Marry, bachelor, Didimy heart love till now? forswear it, sight!

Her mother is the lady of the house, For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night. »

And a good lady, and a wise, and virtuous : He then accosts Juliet, without their yet knowing

I nurs'd her daughter, that you talk'd withal; each other, but a mutual flame is quickly caught.

I tell you, - he, that can lay hold of her,

Shall have the chinks. » Whilst be is urging his passion, with all the enthusiastic ardour of youth, she is irresistibly attracted Learning that the has breathed forth vows to a Catowards her lover; and in answer to his praying a pulet; he exclaims : kiss, Juliet says:

Is she is a Capulet? « Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake.»

O dear account! my life is my foe's debt. » To which Romeo, kissing ber;

Juliet, also, afterwards asks of her Nurse, who is

« He that would not dance » ? and being informed « Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take. that his name is « Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purg'd. »

Romeo, and a Montague»; she

says in sorrow. His voice betrays him, as a Montague, to Tybalt who exclaims :

« My only love sprang from my only bate!

Too early seen unknown, and known too late! - Wbat 1 dares the slave

Prodigious birth of love it is to me, Come hither, cover'd with an antic face

That I must love a loathed enemy.»



Romeo, deeply stricken with love for Juliet, and change vows, and Juliet agrees to send to him, the burning to see her again, has climbed the wall round following day, to learn the time and place of the the garden of the Capulets; and perceiving her at purposed marriage. She is called away, by the Nurse, a window, be exclaims :

a third time; but, returns again to impart some« But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks! thing which she had forgotten. Here the Poet finely It is the east, and Jaliet is the sun!

intimates, how Love, when once it gains possession Arise , fair sụn, and kill the envious moon,

of the soul, wholly engrosses the mind also; thus Who is already sick and pale with grief,

rendering all other ideas strangers to it:That thou her inaid art far more fair than she : Be not ber maid , since she is envious;

« Juliet. I have forgot why I did call thee back. Her vesta! livery is but sick and green,

Romeo. Let une stand here, till thou remember it, And none but fools do wear it; cast it off.

Juliet. I shall forget, to have thee still stand there, It is my lady; 0, it is my love:

Remeinb’ring how I love thy company. 0, that she knew she were!

Romeo. And I'll still stay, to bave thee still sorget,

Forgetting any other horne but this. See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand !

Julrer. 'Tis almost morning, I would have thee gone; 0, that I were a glove upon that hand,

And yet no further than a wanton's bird;
That I migbt touch that cheek! -

Who lets it bop a little from her hand,
She speaks :-

Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves, 0, speak again, bright angel! for thou art

And with a silk thread plucks it back again, As glorious to this night, being o'er my


So loving-jealous of his liberty. As is a winged messenger of heaven

Romeo. I would, I were thy bird. Unto the white-upturned wond'ring eyes


Sweet so would I, Of inortals, that fall back to gaze on him,

Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing. When be bestrides the lazy.pacing clouds,

Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow, And sails upon the boson of the air. »

That I shall say good night, till it be morrow.

(Exit.) He then overhears an avowal of her passion for him;

Romeo. Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast! and he determines to declare himself : they inter- 'Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest! »

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