Unplagu'd with corns, will have a bout with you:

Ah ha, my mistresses! which of you all [she, Will now deny to dance? she that makes dainty, I'll swear, hath corns. Am I come near you now?

You are welcome, gentlemen! I have seen the That I have worn a visor, and could tell [day, A whispering tale in a fair lady's ear, [gone. Such as would please:-'tis gone, 'tis gone, 'tis You are welcome, gentlemen!-Come, musicians, play.

A hall! a hall! giye room, and foot it, girls.
[Music plays, and they dance.
More light, ye knaves! and turn the tables up,
And quench the fire, the room is grown too
hot.-

Ah! sirrah, this unlook'd-for sport comes well.
Nay, sit, nay, sit, good cousin Capulet,
For you and I are past our dancing days:
How long is't now, since last yourself and I
Were in a mask?

'Tis since the nuptial of Lucentio, Come pentecost as quickly as it will,

[much:

Well said, my hearts! You are a princox; You must contrary me! marry, 'tis time

go:

shame!

His son was but a ward two years ago.

Romeo.

Patience perforce with wilful choler meeting, Makes my flesh tremble in their different greetI will withdraw, but this intrusion shall, [ing. Now seeming sweet, convert to bitter gall.

Servant.

[Exit.

I know not, sir.

Romeo

O! she doth teach the torches to burn bright. It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night, Like a rich jewel in an Æthiop's ear; Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear! So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows, As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows.

The measure done, I'll watch her place of stand, And, touching hers, make blessed my rude hand. Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight! I never saw true beauty till this night.

And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.

Romeo.

O! then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do; They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to des

pair.

Juliet.

Thus from my lips, by thine, my sin is purg'd.

Sin from my lips? O, trespass sweetly urg'd! Give me my sin again.

Juliet.

Go, then; for 'tis in vain To seek him here, that means not to be found. Exeunt.

SCENE 11. Capulet's Garden.
Enter Romeo.
Romeo.

He jests at scars, that never felt

a wound.

Julict appears above, at a window.
But, soft! what light through yonder window
It is the east, and Juliet is the sun! - [breaks ?
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
Who is already sick and pale with grief,
That thou, her maid, art far more fair than she:
Be not her maid, since she is envious;
Her vestal livery is but sick and green,

And rone but fools do wear it; cast it off. -
It is my lady; Ol it is my love:

O, that she knew she were!

She speaks, yet she says nothing: what of that?
Her eye discourses, I will answer it.-
I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks:
Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,
Having some business, do entreat her eyes
To twinkle in their spheres till they return.
What if her eyes were there, they in her head?
The brightness of her cheek would shame those
stars,

As daylight doth a lamp: her eyes in heaven
Would through the airy region stream so bright,
That birds would sing, and think it were not

night.

See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand! Of that I were a glove upon that hand,

That I might touch that cheek.

Jullet.

Ah me!

Juliet.

'Tis but thy name, that is my enemy: Thou art thyself though, not a Montague. What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot, Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part Belonging to a man. O! be some other name. What's in a name? that which we call a rose, By any other name would smell as sweet; So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd, Retain that dear perfection which he owes, Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name; And for thy name, which is no part of thee, Take all myself?

Romeo.

I take thee at thy word.

Juliet.

Romeo.

By a name

Juliet.

[night,

Romeo.

Juliet.

Romeo.

Juliet.

Juliet.

(sweet,

Juliet.

By whose direction found'st thou out this place?

Romeo.

By love, that first did prompt me to inquire; He lent me counsel, and I lent him eyes. I am no pilot; yet, wert thou as far As that vast shore wash'd with the farthest sea, I would adventure for such merchandise.

Juliet.

Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face;

Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek, For that which thou hast heard me speak to

night.

Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny What I have spoke: but farewell compliment! Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say

Or

Ay;

if thou think'st I

And I will take thy word; yet, if thou swear'st,
Thou may'st prove false at lovers' perjuries,
They say, Jove laughs. O, gentle Romeo!
If thou dost love pronounce it faithfully:
am too quickly won,
I'll frown, and be perverse, and say thee nay,
So thou wilt woo; but, else, not for the world.
In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond;
And therefore thou may'st think my haviour
light:

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