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Was that my father that went hence so fast? To merit bliss by making me despair : Ben. It was :—What sadness lengthens Ro- She hath forsworn to love; and, in that vow, meo's hours ?

Do I live dead, that live to tell it now. Rom. Not having that, which having, makes Ben. Be rul'd by me, forget to think of her. them short.

Rom. O, teach me how I should forget to think, Ben. In love?

Ben. By giving liberty unto thine eyes ; Rom. Out

Examine other beauties.
Ben. Of love?

Rom. Out of her favour, where I am in love. To call hers, exquisite, in question more:

Ben. Alas, that love, so gentle in his view, These happy masks, that kiss fair ladies' brows, Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof! Being black, put us in mind they hide the fair ;

Rom. Alas, that love, whose view is muffled still, || He, that is strucken blind, cannot forget Should, without eyes, see pathways to his will! The precious treasure of his eyesight lost : Where shall we dine?-0 me !What fray was Show me a mistress that is passing fair, here?

What doth her beauty serve,2 but as a note Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all.

Where I may read, who pass'd that passing fair? Here's much to do with hate, but more with love :- Farewell; thou canst not teach me to forget. Why then, O brawling love! O loving hate! Ben. I'll pay that doctrine, or else die in debt. O any thing, of nothing first create !

(Exeunt. O heavy lightness ! serious vanity! Mis-shapen chaos of well-seeming forms !

SCENE II.-A street. Enter Capulet, Paris, Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health;

and Servant. Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is

Cap. And Montague is bound as well as 1, This love feel I, that feel no love in this.

In penalty alike; and 'tis not hard, I think, Dost thou not laugh.

For men so old as we to keep the peace. Ben.

No, coz, I rather weep. Par. Of honourable reckonings are you both; Rom. Good heart, at what?

And pity 'tis, you liv'd at odds so long. Ben.

At thy good heart's oppression. But now, my lord, what say you to my suit? Rom. Why, such is love's transgression.- Cap. But saying o'er what I have said before: Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast; My child is yet a stranger in the world, Which thou wilt propagate, to have it prest

She hath not seen the change of fourteen years ; With more of thine : this love, that thou hast shown, Let two more summers wither in their pride, Doth add more grief to too much of mine own. Ere we may think her ripe to be a bride. Love is a smoke rais'd with the fume of sighs; Par. Younger than she are happy mothers made. Being purg?d, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; Cap. And too soon marr'd are those so early made. Being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears : The earth hath swallow'd all my hopes but she, What is it else? a madness most discreet, She is the hopeful lady of my earth: A choking gall, and a preserving sweet.

But woo her, gentle Paris, get her heart, Farewell, my coz.

(Going. My will to her consent is but a part; Ben.

Soft, I will go along; An she agree, within her scope of choice
And if you leave me so, you do me wrong. Lies my consent and fair according voice.

Rom. Tut, I have lost myself; I am not here; This night I hold an old accustom'd feast,
This is not Romeo, he's some other where. Whereto I have invited many a guest,

Ben. Tell me in sadness, who she is you love. Such as I love; and you, among the store,
Rom. What, shall I groan, and tell thee? One more, most welcome, makes my number

Groan? why, no;
But sadly tell me, who.

At my poor house, look to behold this night
Rom. "Bid a sick man in sadness make his will:- Earth-treading stars, that make dark heaven light:
Ah, word ill urg'd to one that is so ill ! Such comfort, as do lusty young men feel
In sadness, cousin, I do love a woman.

When well-apparell'd April on the heel
Ben. I aim'd so near, when I suppos'd you lov'd. O' limping winter treads, even such delight
Rom. A right good marksman :-And she's fair Among fresh female buds shall you this night
I love.

inherit4 at my house; hear all, all see, Ben.

right fair mark, fair coz, is soonest hit. And like her most, whose merit most shall be: Rom. Well, in that hit, you miss: she'll not be hitSuch, amongst view of many, mine, being one, With Cupid's arrow, she hath Dian's wit ; May stand in number, though in reckonings none. And, in strong proof of chastity well armid, Come, go with me;-Go, sirrah, trudge about From love's weak childish bow'she lives unharm’d. Through fair Verona; find those persons out, She will not stay the siege of loving terms, Whose names are written there, (Gives a paper.] Nor bide the encounter of assailing eyes,

and to them say, Nor ope her lap to saint-seducing gold :

My house and welcome on their pleasures stav. O, she is rich in beauty; only poor,

[Eveunt Capulet and Paris. That, when she dies, with beauty dies her store. Serv. Find them out, whose names are written Ben. Then she hath sworn, that she will still here? It is written--that the shoemaker should live chaste?

meddle with his yard, and the tailor with his last, Rom. She hath, and in that sparing makes huge the fisher with his pencil, and the painter with his waste;

nets; but I am sent to find those


whose For beauty, starv'd with her severity,

names are here writ, and can never find what Cuts beauty off from all posterity.

names the writing person hath here writ. I must She is too fair, too wise ; wisely too fair,

to the learned :-In good time. (1) In seriousness.

(4) To inherit, in the language of Shakspeare, is (2) 2. e. What end does it answer.

to possess. (3) Account, estimation,

(5) Estimation.


Enter Benvolio and Romeo.

SCENE III.-A room in Capulet's house. En

ter Lady Capulet and Nurse. Ben. Tut, man! one fire burns out another's burning,

La. Cap. Nurse, where's my daughter? call her One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish;

forth to me. Turn giddy, and be holp by backward turning;

Nurse. Now, by my maiden-head, at twelve One desperate grief cures with another's languish:

year old, Take thou some new infection to thy eye,

I bade her come.—What, lamb! what, lady

bird And the rank poison of the old will die. Rom. Your plantain leaf is excellent for that.

God forbid !-where's this girl?-what, Juliet ! Ben. For what, I pray thee?

Enter Juliet.
For your broken shin.

Jul. How now, who calls ?
Ben. Why, Romeo, art thou mad?


Your mother. Rom. Not mad, but bound more than a mad


Madam, I am here. man is :

What is


will ? Shut up in prison, kept without my food,

La. Cap. This is the matter :-Nurse, give leave Whipp'd, and tormented, and-Good-e'en, good

a while, fellow.

We must talk in secret.-Nurse, come back again; Serv. God gi' good e'en.--I pray, sir, can you I have remember'd me, thou shalt hear our counsel. read?

Thou know'st, my daughter's of a pretty age. Rom. Ay, mine own fortune in my misery: Nurse. 'Faith, I can tell her age onto an hour. Serv. Perhaps you have learn'd it without book :

La. Cap. She's not fourteen. But I pray, can you read any thing you see? Nurse.

l'll lay fourteen of my teeth, Rom. Ay, if I know the letters, and the language. || And yet, to my teen4 be it spoken, I have but four,Serv. Ye say honestly ; Rest you merry! She is not fourteen : How long is it now Rom. Stay, fellow; I can read. (Reads. | To Lammas-tide ? Signior Martino, and his wife, and daughters ;

La. Cap.

A fortnight, and odd days. County Anselme, and his beauteous sisters; The

Nurse Even or odd, of all days in the year, lady widow of Vitruvio; Signior Placentio, and Come Lammas-eve at night, shall she be fourteen. his lovely nieces; Mercutio, and his brother Val- Susan and she,-God rest all Christian souls entine : Mine uncle Capulet, his wife, and daugh-||Were of an age.- Well, Susan is with God; ters ; My fair niece Rosaline; Livia; Signior || She was too good for me : But, as I said, Valentio, and his cousin Tybalt; Lucio, and the On Lammas-eve at night shall she be fourteen : lively Helena.

That shall she, marry ; I remember it well.

'Tis since the earthquake now eleven years; A fair assembly; (Gives back the note.] Whither|| And she was wean'd, I never shall forget it,should they come?

Of all the days of the year, upon that day : Serv. Up.

For I had then laid wormwood to my dug, Rom. Whither?

Sitting in the sun under the dove-house wall, Serv. To supper; to our house.

My lord and you were then at Mantua :Rom. Whose house?

Nay, I do bear a brain :5- but, as I said, Serv. My master's.

When it did taste the wormwood on the nipple Rom. Indeed, I should have asked you that be- ||Of my dug, and felt it bitter, pretty fool! fore.

To see it tetchy, and fall out with the dug. Serv. Now I'll tell you without asking : My Shake, quoth the dove-house: 'twas no need, I trow, master is the great rich Capulet ; and if you be not to bid me trudge. of the house of Montagues, I pray, corne and crush || And since that time it is eleven years : a cup of wine. Rest you merry, (Exit. || For then she could stand alone ; nay, by the rood,5

Ben. At this same ancient feast of Capulet's She could have run and waddled all about. Sups the fair Rosaline, whom thou so lov'st; For even the day before, she broke her brow With all the admired beauties of Verona :

And then


husband God be with his soul ! Go thither; and, with unattainted eye,

'A was a merry man ;-took up

the child : Comparu her face with some that I shall show,

Yea, quoth he, dost thou fall upon thy face? And I will make thee think thy swan a crow. Thou wilt fall backward, when thou hast more wit;

Rom. When the devout religion of mine eye Wilt thou not, Jule ? and by my holy-dam,?

Maintains such falsehood, then turn tears to fires ! The pretty wretch left crying, and said-Ay: And these,-who, often drown’d, could never die - To see now, how a jest shall come about! Transparent heretics, be burnt for liars !

I warrant, an I should live a thousand years, One fajrer than my love! the all-seeing sun

I never should forget it; Wilt thou not, Jule? Ne'er saw her match, since first the world begun.

Ben. Tut! you saw her fair, none else being by, And, pretty fool, it stinted, and said-Ay.
Herself pois'd2 with herself in either eye :

La. Cap. Enough of this; I pray thee, hold thy But in those crystal scales, let there be weigh'd

peace. Your lady's love against some other maid

Nurse. Yes, madam ; Yet I cannot choose but That I will show you, shining at this feast,

laugh, And she shall scants show well, that now shows) To think it should leave crying, and say-Ay: best.

And yet, I warrant, it had upon

its brow Rom. I'll go along, no such sight to be shown,

A bump as big as a young cockrel's stone; But to rejoice in splendour of mine own. (Exeunt.

(5) i.e. I have a perfect remembrance or recol(1) We still say in cant language-to crack a lection. bottle.

(6) The cross. (2) Weighed. (3) Scarce, hardly.

(7) Holy dame, i. e. the blessed Virgin. my sorrow.

(8) It stopped crying.

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than you,

A parlous knock; and it cried bitterly.

SCENE IV.-A street. Enter Romeo, MercuYea, quoth my husband, fall'st upon thy face? tio, Benvolio, with five or six Maskers, Torch Thou wilt fall backward, when thou com'st to bearers, and others.

age ; Wilt thou not, Jule? it stinted, and said—Ay.

Rom. What, shall this speech be spoke for our Jul. And stint thou too, I pray thee, nurse, say


excuse? Nurse. Peace, I have done. God mark thee tollOr shall we on without apology? his grace!

Ben. The date is out of such prolixity:5 Thou wast the prettiest babe that e'er I nurs'd :

We'll have no Cupid hood-wink'd with a scarf, An I might live to see thee married once,

Bearing a Tartar's painted bow of lath, I have my wish.

Scaring the ladies like a crow-keeper ;6 La. Cap. Marry, that marry is the very theme

Nor no without-book prologue, faintly spoke I came to talk of Tell me, daughter Juliet,

After the prompter, for our entrance : How stands disposition to be married !

But, let them measure us by what they will, your Jul. It is an honour that I dream not of.

We'll measure them a measure, and be gone. Nurse. An honour! were not I thine only nurse,

Rom. Give me a torch, I am not for this am: I'd say, thou hadst suck'd wisdom from thy teat.

bling; La. Cap. Well , thrink of marriage now; younger Being but heavy, I will bear the light.

Mer. Nay, gentle Romeo, we must have you Here in Verona, ladies of esteem,

dance. Are made already mothers : by my count,

Rom. Not I, believe me: you have dancing shoes, I was your mother much upon these years,

With nimble soles: I have a soul of lead, That you are now a maid." Thus then, in brief;— || So stakes me to the ground, I cannot move. The valiant Paris seeks you for his love.

Mer. You are a lover; borrow Cupid's winga Nurse. A man, young lady! lady, such a man,

And soar with them above a common bound. As all the world - Why, he's a man of wax.2

Rom. I am too sore empierced with his shaft, La. Cap. Verona's summer hath not such a

To soar with his light feathers; and so bound, flower.

I cannot bound a pitch above dull wo: Nurse. Nay, he's a lower; in faith, a very

Under love's heavy burden do I sink. flower.

Mer. And, to sink in it, should you burden love; La. Cap. What say you? can you love the gen

Too great oppression for a tender thing. tleman ?

Rom. Is love a tender thing? it is too rough, This night you shall behold him at our feast :

Too rude, too boist'rous; and it pricks like thorn. Read o'er the volume of young Paris' face,

Mer. If love be rough with you, be rough with And find delight writ there with beauty's pen;

love; Examine every married lineament,

Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down.. And see how one another lends content;

Give me a case to put my visage in : And what obscur'd in this fair volume lies,

[Putting on a mask Find written in the margin of his eyes. 3

A visor for a visor what care I, This precious book of love, this unbound lovet,

What curious eye doth quote deformities? To beautify him, only lacks a cover :

Here are the beetle-brows, shall blush for me. The fish lives in the sea ;4 and 'tis much pride,

Ben. Come, knock, and enter; and no sooner in,

But For fair without the fair within to hide :

every man betake him to his legs.

Rom. A torch for me: let wantons, light of heart, That book in many's eyes doth share the glory, That in gold clasps locks in the golden story;

Tickle the senseless rusheslo with their heels; So shall you share all that he doth possess,

For I am proverb'd with a grandsire phrase,-By having him, making yourself no less.

I'll be a candle-holder, and look on,Nurse. No less? nay, bigger; women grow by || The game was ne'er so fair, and I am done. Il

Mer. Tut! dun's the mouse, the constable's own La. Cap. Speak briefly, can you like of Paris'|| If thou art dun, we'll draw thee from the mire

word : love? Jul. I'll look to like, if looking liking move:

Of this (save reverence) love, wherein thou stick'st But no more deep will I endart mine eye,

Up to the ears.-Come, we burn day-light, ho. Than your consent gives strength to make it Ay.

Rom. Nay, that's not so.

I mean, sir, in delay
Enter a Servant.

We waste our lights in vain, like lamps by day. Serv. Madam, the guests are come, supper served | Take our good meaning ; for our judgment sits

Five times in that, ere once in our five wits. up, you called, my young lady asked for, the nurse cursed in the pantry, and every thing in extremity | But 'tis no wit to go.

Rom. And we mean well, in going to this mask ; I must hence to wait ; I beseech you, follow straight.

Mer. La. Cap. We follow thee. -Juliet, the county

Why, may one ask?

Rom. I dreamt a dream to-night. stays.


And so did I. Nurse. Go, girl, seek happy nights to happy days.


Rom. Well, what was yours?

That dreamers often lie. (1) Favour. (2) Well made, ag if he had been modelled in wax.

(7) A dance. (3) The comments on ancient books were al- (8) A torch-bearer was a constant appendage to tvays printed in the margin.

every troop of maskers. (4) i. e. Is not yet caught, whose skin was want- (9) Observe. ed to bind him.

(10) It was anciently the custom to strew rooms (5) i. e. Long speeches are out of fashion. with rushes. (6) A scare-crow, a figure made up to frighten (11) This is equivalent to phrases in common

use--I am done, for, it is over with me. VOL. II.



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Rom. In bed, asleep, while they do dream things || SCENE V.-A hall in Capulet's house. Mu

sicians waiting. Enter Servants. Mer. O, then, I see, queen Mab hath been with

1 Serv. Where's Potpan, that he helps not to take She is the fairies' midwife; and she comes

away? he shift a trencher? he scrape a trencher? In shape no bigger than an agate-stone

2 Serv. When good manners shall lie all in one On the fore-finger of an alderman,

or two men's hands, and they unwashed too, 'tis a

foul thing Drawn with a team of little atomies! Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep:

1 Serv. Away with the joint-stools, remove the Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners' legg; court-cupboard, 4 look to the plate :-good thou, The cover, of the wings of grasshoppers;

save me a piece of marchpane ;5 and, as thou

lovest me, let the porter let in Susan Grindstone, The traces, of the snallest spider's web; The collars, of the moonshine's

and Nell.–Antony ? and Potpan!
beams :

2 Serv. Ay, boy ; ready. Her whip, of cricket's bone; the lash, of film:

1 Serv. You are looked for, and called for, asked Her waygoner, a small grey-coated gnat, Not hali so big as a round little worm

for, and sought for, in the great chamber.

2 Serv. We cannot be here and there too.-Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid : Her chariot is an empty hazle-nut,

Cheerly, boys; be brisk a while, and the longer

liver take all. Made by the joiner squirrel, or old grub,

[They retire behind. Time out of mind the fairies' coach-makers.

Enter Capulet, &c. with the Guests and the And in this state she gallops night by night

Maskers. Through lovers' brains, and then they dream of

Cap. Gentlemen, welcome' ladies, that have their On courtiers' knees, that dream on court'sies straight:

Unplagu'd with corns, will have a bouf with you :-O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees : Ah ha, my mistresses! which of you all O'er ladies' lips, who straight on kisses dream; Will now deny to dance? she that makes dainty, she, Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues, I'll swear, hath corns; Am I come near you now? Because their breaths with sweetmeats tainted are. You are welcome, gentlemen : I have seen the day, Sometime she gallops o'er a courtier's nose, That I have worn a visor ; and could tell And then dreams he of smelling out a suit:2 A whispering tale in a fair lady's ear, And sometimes cornes she with a tithe-pig's tail, Such as would please ;-'tis gone, 'tis gone, 'tis Tickling a parson's nose as 'a lies asleep,

gone : Then dreams he of another benefice :

You are welcome, gentlemen.-Come, musicians, Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck,

play: And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats, A hall! a hall !6 give room, and foot it, girls. Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades,

(Music plays, and they dance. Of healths five fathom deep; and then anon More light, ġe knaves; and turn the tables up, Drums in his ear; at which he starts, and wakes ; And quench the fire, the room is grown too hot.And, being thus frighted, swears a prayer or two, || Ah, sirrah, this unlook’d-for sport comes well. And sleeps again. This is that very Mab, Nay, sit, nay, sit, good cousin Capulet; That plats the manes of horses in the night; For you and I are past our dancing days : And bakes the elf-locks3 in foul sluttish hairs, How long is't now, since last yourself and I Which once untangled, much misfortune bodes. Were in a mask? This is the hag, when maids lie on their backs,

2 Cap: By't lady, thirty years. That presses them, and learns them first to bear, 1 Cap. What, man! 'tis not so much, 'tis not so Making them women of good carriage.

much : This, this is she

'Tis since the nuptial of Lucentio, Rom.

Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace; | Come Pentecost as quickly as it will, Thou talk'st of nothing.

Some five-and-twenty years; and then we mask'd. Mer.

True, I talk of dreams; 2 Cap. 'Tis more, 'tis more: his son is elder, sir : Which are the children of an idle brain, His son is thirty. Begot of nothing but vain fantasy ;

1 Cap.

Will you tell me that? Which is as thin of substance as the air;

His son was but a ward two years ago. And more inconstant than the wind, who woos Rom. What lady's that, which doth enrich the Even now the frozen bosom of the north,

hand And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence, Of yonder knight? Turning his face to the dew-dropping south. Serv. I know not, sir. Ben. This wind, you talk of, blows us from our Rom. O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! selves;

Her beauty hangs upon the cheek of night Supper is done, and we shall come too late. Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's car:

Rom. I fear, too early : for my mind misgives, Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear! Some consequence, yet hanging in the stars, So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows, Shall bitterly begin his fearful date

As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows. With this night's revels; and expire the term The measure? done, I'll watch her place of stand, Of a despised life, clos'd in my breast,

And, touching hers, make happy my rude hand. By some vile forfeit of untimely death :

Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight! But He, that hath the steerage of my course, For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night. Direct my sail Yon, lusty gentlemen.

Tyb. This, by his voice, should be a Montague :Ben. Strike, drum.


(4) A cupboard set in a corner, like a beaufet, on (1) Atoms. (2) A place in court. which the plate was placed.

(3) i. e. Fairy-locks, locks of hair clotted and (5) Almond-cake. (6) i. e. Make room. tangled in the night.

(7) The dance.


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Fetch me my rapier, boy :-What! dares the slave Rom. What is her mother?
Come hither, cover'd with an antic face,


Marry, bachelor, To fleer and scorn at our solemnity?

Her mother is the lady of the house,
Now, by the stock and honour of my kin, And a good lady, and a wise, and virtuous :
To strike him dead I hold it not a sin.

I nurs'd her daughter, that you talk'd withal ; 1 Cap. Why, how now, kinsman? wherefore I tell you, -he, that can lay hold of her, storm you so?

Shall have the chinks. Tyb. Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe;


Is she a Capulet? A villain, that is hither come in spite,

O dear account ! my life is my foe's debt. To scorn at our solemnity this night.

Ben. Away, begone; the sport is at the best 1 Cap. Young Romeo is't?

Rom. Ay, so I fear; the more is my unrest. Tyb.

'Tis he, that villain Romeo. 1 Cap. Nay, gentlemen, prepare not to be gone; i Cap. Content thee, gentle coz, let him alone, We have a trifling foolish banquet: towards. He bears him like a portly gentleman ;

Is it e'en so? Why, then I thank And, to say truth, Verona brags of him, I thank you, honest gentlemen ; good night :To be a virtuous and well-govern'd youth: More torches here ! Come on, then let's to bed. I would not for the wealth of all this town, Ah, sirrah, [ To 2 Cap.) by my fay, 4 it waxes late; Here in my house, do him disparagement : I'll to my rest. (Exeunt all but Iuliet and Nurse. Therefore be patient, take no note of him,

Jul. Come hither, nurse: What is yon gentleman It is my will ; the which if thou respect,

Nurse. The son and heir of old Tiberio. Show a fair presence, and put off these frowns, Jul. What's he, that now is going out of door ? And ill-beseeming semblance for a feast.

Nurse. Marry, that, I think, be young Petruchio. Tyb. It fits, when such a villain is a guest; Jul. What's he, that follows there, that would I'll not endure him.

not dance ? 1 Cap. He shall be endur'd;

Nurse. I know not. What, goodman boy !-I say, he shall;-Go to;- Jul. Go, ask his name :-if he be married, Am I the master here, or you?

My grave is like to be my wedding bed. You'll not endure him!-God shall mend my soul- Nurse. His name is Romeo, and a Montague; You'll make a mutiny among my guests!

The only son of your great enemy. You will set cock-a-hoop! you'll be the man! Jul. My only love sprung from my only hate! Tyb. Why, uncle, 'tis a shame.

Too early seen unknown, and known too late! i Cap.

Go to, go to,

Prodigious birth of love it is to me, You are a saucy boy :-Is't so, indeed ?

That I must love a loathed enemy. This trick may chance to scathl you; I know what. Nurse. What's this? what's this? You must contráry me! marry, 'tis time


A rhyme I learn'd even now Well said, my hearts :-You are a princox;2 go:- of one I danc'd withal. (One calls within, Juliet. Be quiet, or-More light, more light, for shame! Nurse.

Anon, anon : I'll make you quiet; What!-Cheerly, my hearts. Come, let's away; the strangers all are gone. Tyb. Patience perforce with wilful choler meet

(Exeunt. ing,

Enter Chorus.
Makes my Xesh tremble in their different greeting. Now old desire doth in his death-bed lie,
I will withdraw: but this intrusion shall,
Now seeming sweet, convert to bitter gall

. (Exit. That fair, which love groan'd for, and would die,

And young affection gapes to be his heir; Rom. If I profane with my unworthy hand

With tender Juliet match'd is now not fair. [To Juliet.

Now Romeo is belov'd, and loves again, This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this,

Alike bewitched by the charm of looks; My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand

To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss. But to his foe suppos'd he must complain, Jul. Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too | Being held a foe, he may not have access

And she steal love's sweet bait from fearful hooks: much,

To breathe such vows as lovers use to swear;
Which mannerly devotion shows in this ;
For saints have hands that pilgrims hands do touch,|| And she as much in love, her means much less

To meet her new-beloved
And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.


any Rom. Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too? But passion lends them power, time means to meet, Jul. Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in Temp’ring extremities with extreme sweet. (Exit.

prayer. Rom. O then, dear saint, let lips do what hands They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.

ACT II. Jul. Saints do not move, though grant for SCENE 1.-An open place, adjoining Capulet's

prayers' sake. Rom. Then move not, while my prayer's effect

garden. Enter Romeo. I take.

Rom. Can I go forward, when my heart is here? Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purg'd. Turn back, dull earth,5 and find thy centre out.

[Kissing her. (He climbs the wall, and leaps down within it. Jul. Then have my lips the sin that they have took. Rom. Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urg'd!

Enter Benvolio, and Mercutio.
Give me my sin again.

Ben. Romeo! my cousin Romeo !
You kiss by the book. Mer.

He is wise; Nurse. Madam, your mother craves a word And, on my life, hath stolen him home to bed. with you.

Ben. He ran this way, and leap'd this orchard. (1) Do you an injury. (2) A coxcomb. (3) A collation of fruit, wine, &c.

(4) Faith.

(5) i. e. Himself.


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