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Enter several Partizans of both Houses, who join

Ben. My noble uncle, do you know the cause?

Mon. I neither know it, nor can learn of him. the Fray; then inter CITIZENS, with Clubs.

Ben. Have you importuned him by any means 1 Cit. Clubs, bills, and partizans ! Strike! beat Mon. Both by myself, and many other friends : them down!

But he, his own affections' counsellor,
Down with the Capulets ! Down with the Monta. Is to himself-I will not say, how true

But to himself so secret and so close,
Enter Capulet, in his Gown ; and Lady CAPULET. As is the bad bit with an envious worm,

So far from sounding and discovery,
Cap. What noise is this -Give me my long Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air
sword, ho!

Or dedicate his beauty to the sun.
La. Cap. A crutch, a crotchl-Why call you for Coald we but learn from whence his sorrows grow,
a sword ?

We would as willingly give cure, as know.
Cap. My sword, I say !--Old Montague is come,
And flourishes his blade in spite of me.

Enter Romeo, at a distance.

Ben. See, where he comes : so please you, step Enter MONTAGUE and Lady MONTAGUE.

aside; Mon. Thou villain Capulet,-Hold me not, let I'll know his grievance, or be much denied. me go.

Mon. I would, thou wert so happy by thy stay, La. Mon. Thou shalt not stir one foot to seek a To hear true shrist,-Come, madam, let's away. foe.

[Exeunt Montague and Lady.

Ben. Good morrow, cousin.
Enter PRINCE, with Attendants.

Rom. Is the day so young?
Prin. Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace, Ben. But new struck nine.
Profaneis of this neighbour-stained steel,

Rom. Ah me! sad hours seem long.
Will they not hear ?-What ho! you men, you Was that my father that went hence so fast!

Ben. It was :- What sadness lengthens Romeo's Tzat quench the fire of your pernicious rage

hours ! 1th purple fountains issuing from your veins, Rom. Not having that, which having, makes theo Oa pain of torture, from those bloody hands

ibiuw your mistemper'd + weapons to the ground, Ben. In love?
And bear the sentence of your moved prince.- Rom. Out-
Taree civil brawls, bred of an airy word,

Ben. Of love?
By thee, old Capulet, and Montague,

Rom. Out of her favour, where I am in love.
Have thrice disturb'd the quiet of our streets ; Ben. Alas, that love, so gentle in his view,
And made Veroua's ancient citizens

Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof! Cast by their grave beseeming ornaments,

Rom. Alas, that love, whose view is muffled still, To wield old partizans, in hands as old,

Should, without eyes, see pathways to his will ! Canker'd with peace, to part your canker'd hate : Where shall we dine ?-0 me !- What fray was li ever you disturb our streets again,

Your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace. Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all.
For this time, all the rest depart away :

Here's much to do with hate, but more with love :
You, Capulet, shall go along with me;

Why then, O brawling love! O loving hate!
And, Montague, come you this afternoon,

O any thing, of nothing first create!
To know our further pleasure in this case,

O heavy lightness ! Serious vanity!
To old Free-town, our common judgment-place. Mis-shapen chaos of well-seeming forms!
Once more, on pain of death, all men depart. Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health;
(Ereunt Prince, and Attendants ; Capulet, Lady Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is ! -

Capulet, Tybalt, Citizens, and Servants. This love feel I, that feel no love in this.
Mon. Who set this ancient quarrel new abroach! Dost thou not laugh?
Speak, nephew, were you by, when it began ? Ben. No, coz, I rather weep.

Ben. Here were the servants of your adversary, Rom. Good heart, at what?
And yours, close fighting ere I did approach : Ben. At thy good heart's oppression.
I drew to part them; in the instant came

Rom. Why, such is love's transgression.-
The fiery Tybalt, with his sword prepared ; Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast ;
Which, as he breath'd defiance to my ears, Which thou wilt propagate, to have it prest
He swung about his head, and cut the winds, With more of thine : this love, that thou hast shewn,
Who, nothing hurt withal, hiss'd him in scorn : Doth add more grief to loo much of mine own.
While we were interchanging thrusts and blows, Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs;
Came more and more, and fought on part and part, Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes ;
Tul the prince came, who parted either part. Being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears :
La. Mon. O, where is Romeo ?-Saw you him lo- What is it else? a madness most discreet,

A choking gall, and a preserving sweet.
Right glad I am, he was not at this fray.

Farewell, rny coz.

Ben. Madam, an hour before the worshipp'd sun Ben. Soft, I will go along ;
Peer'a t forth ihe golden window of the east, And if you leave me so, you do me wrong.
A troubled mind drave me to walk abroad;

Rom. Tut, I have lost myself; I am not here;
Where,-underneath the grove of sycamore, This is not Romeo, he's some other where.
That westward rooteth from the city's side, Ben. Tell me in sadness, who she is you love.
So early walking did I see your son :

Rom. What, shall I groan, and tell thee
Towards him I made ; but he was 'ware of me, Ben. Groan? why, no;
And stole into the covert of the wood:

But sadly tell me, who.
1, measuring his atfections by my own,

Rom. Bid a sick man in sadness make his will
That most are busied when they are most alone,- Ah, word ill urged to one that is so ill!--
Pursued ny humour, not pursuing his,

In sadness, cousin, I do love a woman.
And gladly shunn'd who gladly fed from me. Ben. I aim'd so near, when I supposed you loved.

Mon. Many a morning hath he there been seen, Rom. A right good marks-man! And she's fair I
With tears augmenting the fresh morning's dew,

Adding to clouds more clouds with his deep sighs : Ben. A right fair mark, fair coz, is soonest hit.
But all so soon as the all-cheering sun

Rom. Well, in that hit, you miss: she'll not be hit
Should in the furthest east begin to draw

With Cupid's arrow, she hath Dian's wit;
The shady curtains from Aurora's bed,

And, in strong proof of chastity well arm'd,
Away from light steals home my heavy son, From love's weak childish bow she lives unharm'd.
And private in his chamber pens himself;

She will not stay the siege of loving terms,
Shuts up his windows, locks fair day-light out, Nor bide the encounter of assailing eyes,
And makes hiniself an artificial night:

Nor ope her lap to saint-seducing gold :
Black and portentons must this humour prove, o, she is rich in beauty ; only poor,
Unless good counsel may the cause renove. That, when she dies, with beauty dies her store.

Ben. Then she hath sworn, that she will still live
• Clubs! was the usual exclamation at an affray chaste?
in the streets, as we now call Watch!
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Rom. She hath, and in that sparing makes huge Ben, Why, Romeo, art thou mad ! waste ;

Rom. Not mad, but bound more than a madınana For beauty, starved with her severity,

is : Çuls beauty off from all posterity.

Shut up in prison, kept without my food, She is too fair, too wise ; wisely too fair,

Whipp'd, and tormenied, and-Good-e'en, good fel To merit bliss by making me despair: She hath forsworn to love; and, in that vow, Serv, God gi' good e'en.-I pray, Sir, can you sa Do I live dead, that live to tell it now.

read ? Ben. Be ruled by me, forget to lbink of her. Rom. Ay, mine own fortune in my misery. Rom. 0, teach me how I should forget to think. Serv. Perhaps you have learn'd it without book : Ben. By giving liberty unto thine eyes ;

But I pray, can you read any thing you see? Examine other beauties.

Rom. Ay, if I know the letters, and the language. Rom. 'Tis the way

Serv. Ye say honestly; rest you merry ! To call hers, exquisite, in question more :

Rom. Stay, fellow; I can read.

(Reads. These happy masks, that kiss fair ladies' brows, Being black, pat us in mind they hide the fair;

Signior Martino, and his wife, and daughters ; He, that is strucken blind, cannot forget

County Anselme, and his beauteous sisters; The The precious treasure of his eyesight lost:

lu ly uidow of Vitruvio; Signior Placentio, and his Shew me a mistress that is passing fair,

lovely nieces ; Mercutio, and his brother Valentine : What doth her beauty serve, but as a note

Mine uncle Capulet, his wife, and daughters ; Mylia Where I may read, who pass'd that passing fair ?

fair niece Rosaline; Livia; Signior Valentio, and Farewell; thou canst not teach me to forget.

his cousin Tybalt; Lucio, and the lively Helena. Ben. I'll pay that doctrine, or else die in debt. A fair assembly; (Gives back the Note:] Whither


should they come?

Serv. Up:
SCENE II.-A Streets

Rom. Whither!

Serv. To supper; to our house. Enter CAPULET, PARIS, and SERVANT.

Rom. Whose house Cap. And Montague is bound as well as I,

Serv. My master's. In penalty alike; and 'tis not hard, I think,

Rom. Indeed, I should have asked you that beFor men so old as we to keep the peace.

fore. Par. Of honourable reckoning + are you both; Serv. Now I'll tell you without asking : my master And pity 'lis, you lived at odds so long.

is the great rich Capulet; and if you be not of the with But now, my lord, what say you to my suit ? house of Montagues, I pray, come and crush a cup

Cap. But saying o'er what I have said before : of wine. Rest you merry.
My chuld is yet a stranger in the world,

Ben. At this same ancient feast of Capulet's
She hath not seen the change of fourteen years; Sups the fair Rosaline, whom thou so lovest;
Let two more summers wither in their pride, With all the admired beauties of Verona :
Ere we may think her ripe to be a bride.

Go thither ; and, with unattainted eye,
Par. Younger than she are happy mothers made. Compare her face with some that I shall shew,
Cap. And loo soon marr'd are those so early made. And I will make thee think thy swan a crow.
The earth hath swallow'd all my hopes but she, Rom. When the devout religion of mine eye
She is the hopeful lady of my earth

Maintains such falsehood, then turn tears to fires ! But woo her, gentle Paris, get her heart,

And these,-who, often drown'd, could never die, My will to her consent is but a part;

Transparent heretics, be burnt for liars! An she agree, within her scope of choice

One fairer than my love! The all-seeing sun Lies my consent and fair according voice.

Ne'er saw her maich, since first the world begon. This night I hold an old accustom'd feast,

Ben. Tut! you saw her fair, none else being by, Whereto I have invited many a guest,

Herself poised + with herself in either eye : Such as I love; and you, among the store,

But in those crystal scales, let them be weigh'd One more, most welcome, makes my number more. Your lady's love against some other maid At my poor house, look to behold this night That I will shew you, shining at this feast, Earthi-treading stars, that make dark heaven light: And she shall scantt shew well, that now shews Such comfort, as do lusty young men feel

best. When well-apparell'd April on the heel

Rom. I'll go along, no such sight to be shewn,
Of limping winter treads, even such delight But to rejoice in splendour of mine own. (Exeunt. 41
Among fresh female buds shall you this night
Inheriti at my house; hear all, all see,

SCENE III.- A Room in Capulet's Horese.
And like her most, whose merit most shall be:
Such, amongst view of many, mine, being one,

Enter Lady CAPULET and NURSE.
May stand in number, though in reckoning none. La. Cap. Nurse, where's my daughter ? Call her
Come, go with me ;--Go, sirrah, trudge about

forth to me. Through fair Verona; find those persons out, Nurse. Now, by my maiden-hcad,-at twelve Whose names are written there, (Gives o Paper.] year old, and to them say,

I bade her come.- What, lamb! What, lady-birdÀ My house and welconie on their pleasures stay. God forbid I-Where's this girl!-What, Juliet ! (Exeunt Capulet and Paris.

Enter JULIET. Serv. Find them out, whose names are written here? It is written-that the shoemaker should Jul. How now, who calls ? meddle with his yard, and the tailor with his last, Nurse. Your mother. the fisher with his pencil, and the painter with his Jul. Madam, I am here. nets; but I am sent to find those persons, whose What is your will ? nanies are here writ, and can never find what La. Cap. This is the matter :-Nurse, give leave names the writing person hath here writ. I must

a while, to the learned :-In good time.

We must talk in secret.-Narse, come back again;

I have remember'd me, thou shalt hcar our coune Enter BBNVOLIO and Romeo.

sel. Ben. Tut, man I one fire burns out another's burn- Thou know'st, my daughter's of a pretty age. ing,

Nurse. 'Faith, I can tell her age unto an hour. One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish ;

La. Cap. She's not fourteen.
Torn giddy, and be holý by backward turning : Nurse. I'll lay fourteen of my teeth,

One desperate grief cares with another's languish : And yet, to my teen $ be it spoken, I have but Take thou soine new infection to thy eye,

four, And the rank poison of the old will die.

She is not fourteen : How long is it now
Rom. Your plantain leaf is excellent for that. To Lammas-tide?
Ben. For what, I pray thee!

La. Cap. A fortnight, and odd days.
Rom. For your broken ship.

Nurse. Even or odd, of all days in the year,

Come Lammas-eve at night, shall she be fourleen. • i. e. What end does it answer ? + Acconni, estimation.

• We still say in cant language-10 crack a bottles To inherit, in the language of Shakspeare, is to + Weighed.

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687 I can and she,God rest all Christian souls ! That book in many eyes doth share the glory, dere of an age-Well, Susau is with God; That in gold clasps locks in the golden story ; ize was too good for me: but, as I said,

So shall you share all that he doth possess, en Lammas-eve at night shall she be fourteen : By having him, making yourself no less. 7- That shall she, marry; I remember it well.

Nurse. No less ? Nay, bigger; womeo grow by 7s since the earthquake now eleven years ; 3 And she was wean'd,-1 never shall forget it,- La. Cup. Speak briefly, can you like of Paris

love? w all the days of the year, upon that day : 1. I had then laid wormwood to my dug,

Jul. l'll look to like, if looking liking move : ung in the sun under the dove-house wall, But no more deep will I endart mine eye, hy lord and you were then at Mantua :

Than your consent gives strength to make it fly. Jay, I do bear a brain * :- But, as I said,

Enter a SERVANT. a ben it did taste the wormwood on the nipple any dug, and felt it bitter, pretty fool!

Serv. Madam, the guests are come, supper served tee it tetchy, and fall out with the dog.

up, you cald, my young lady ask'd for, the Saate, quoth the dove house : 'twas no need, I nurse cursed in the pantry, and every thing in extrow,

tremity. I must hence to wait; I beseech you, la bid me trudge.

follow straight. And since that time it is eleven years :

La. Cap. We follow thee.-Juliet, the county Par then she could stand alone ; nay, by the rood t,

stays. She could have run and waddled all about.

Nurse. Go, girl, seek happy nights to happy Fx even the day before, she broke her brow:


(Eseuni. And then my husband-God be with his soul !

SCENE IV.-A Street.
"I was a merry man ;-took up the child :
Yea, quoth he, dost thou fall upon thy face?

Enter ROMEO, MERCUTIO, BENVOLJO, with five or
Thou tilt fall backward, when thou hast more wit ; sir Maskers, Torch-bearers, and others.
Filt thou not, Jule? and, by my holy-dam , Rom. What, shall this speech be spoke for our
Tae pretty wretch left crying, and said-Ay:

excuse ? To see now, how a jest shall come about !

Or shall

we on without apology? 1

warrant, an I should live a thousand years, Ben. The date is out of such prolixity :
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 crow-keeper †;
La. Cap. Enough of this; I pray thee, hold thy Nor no withont-book prologue, faintly spoke

After the prompter, for our entrance :
Nurse. Yes, madam; yet I cannot choose but But, let them measare us by what they will,

We'll measure them a measure i, and be gone. To think it should leave crying, and say-Ay: Rom. Give me a torch 5-1 am not for this am(And yet, I warrant, it had upon its brow

bling; A bunp as big as a young cockrel's stone;

Being but heavy, I will bear the light. à parlogs knock; and it cried bitterly.

Mer. Nay, gentle Romeo, we must have you Yea, quoth my husband, fall'st upon thy face?

dance. ! Der wilt fall backward, when thou comest to age ; Rom. Not I, believe me : you have dancing Wilt thon not, Jule? It stinted, and said-Ay.

shoes, Jal. And stint thou too, I pray thee, nurse, say I. With nimble soles : I have a soul of lead, Karse. Peace, I have done. God mark thee to So stakes me to the ground, I cannot move. his grace!

Mer. You are a lover ; borrow Cupid's wings, by wast the prettiest babe that e'er I nursed : And soar with them above a common bound. Al might live to see thee married once,

Rom. I am too sore enpierced with his shart, d I have my wish.

To soar with his light feathers; and so bound,
la. Cap. Marry, that marry is the very theme I cannot bound a pitch above dull woe :
II came to talk oř:--Tell me, daughter Juliet, Under love's heavy burden do I sink.
How stands your disposition to be married?

Mer. And to sink in it, should you burden love;
Jul. It is an honour that I dream not of.

Too great oppression for a tender thing.
Nurse. An lionoar! were not I thine only nurse, Rom. Is love a tender thing? It is too rough,

thou hast suck'd wisdom from thy teat. Too rude, too boist'rous; and it pricks like thorn La. Cap. Well, think of marriage now ; younger Mer. If love be rough with you, be rough with Here in Verona, ladies of esteem,

Prick love for pricking, and you beat love dowi... Are made alreaily mothers : by my count

Give me a case to put my visage in; hol was your mother much upon these years,

[Putting on a Mask.
That you are now a maid. Thus then, in brief;-- A visor for a visor !-What care I,
Celt? The valiant Paris seeks you for his love.

What curions eye doth quote || deformities?
Hind all the world why, he's a man of wax f.
Nurse. A man, young lady! Lady, such a man, Here are the beetle-brows, shall blush for me.

Ben. Come, knock, and enter; and no sooner in,
la, Cap. Verona's summer hath not such a But every man betake him to his legs.

Rom. Á torch for me : let wantons, light of Nurse. Nay, he's a flower; in faith, a very flower.

14. Cap. What say you ? Can you love the gen. Tickle the senseless rushes with their heels;
tleman ?

For I am proverb'd with a grandsire phrase,
This night you shall behold him at our feast : I'll be a candle holder, and look on,-
Read o'er the volume of young Paris' face,

The game was ne'er so fair, and I am done *.
c ; Mer. Tut! dun's the mouse, the constable's own
Lxamine every married lineament,

word : And see how one another lends content;

If thon art dun, we'll draw thee from the mire jand what obscured in this fair volume lies, Of this (save reverence) love, wherein thou stick'st Pind written in the margin of his eyes'.

Up to the ears.-Come, we burn day-lighi, ho.
To beautify him, only lacks a cover:
precious look of love, this unbound lover, Rom. Nay, that's not so.

Mer. I mean, Sir, in delay
The fish lives in the seatt; and 'tis much pride,
Por fair without the fair within to hide:

We waste our lights in vain, like lamps by day.
Take our good meaning ; for our judgment sits

Five times in that, ere once in our five wits. milie. I have a perfect remembrance or recol

+ The cross. • i. e. Long speeches are out of fashion Holy dame, i. e. the blessed Virgin.

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Hom. And we mean well, in going to this mask ; | court-cupboard • look to the plate :-Good thou But 'lis no wit to go.

save me a piece of marchpanet; and, as thou loves Mer. Why, may one ask?

me, let the porter let in Susan Grindstone, au Rom. I dreamt a dream to-night.

Nell.-Antony! and Potpan! Mer. And so did I.

2 Serv. Ay, boy ; ready Rom. Well, what was yours?

I Serv. You are look'd for, and call'd for, ask'o Mer. That dreamers often lie.

for, and sought for, in the great chamber. Rom. In bed, asleep, while they do dream things 2 Serv. We cannot be here and there too, true.

Cheerly, boys; be brisk a while, and the longer Mer. 0, then, I see, queen Mab hath been with liver take all.

(They retire behind you. She is the fairies' midwife ; and she comes

Enter CAPULET, &c. with the Guests, and the Maskers In shape no bigger than an agate-stone

Cap, Gentlemen, welcome! Ladies, that have On the fore-tinger of an alderman,

their toes Drawn with a team of little atomies

Unplagued with corns, will have a bout with :Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep:

you Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners' legs; Ah lia, my mistresses ! which of you all The cover, of the wings of grasshoppers ;

Will now deny to dance ? She that makes dainty, The traces, of the smallest spider's web;

she, The collars, of the moonshine's watry beams : I'll swear, hath corns; am I come near you now? Her whip, of cricket's bone ; the lash, of film: You are welcome, gentlemen : I have seen the day, . Her waggoner, a small grey-coated gnat,

That I have worn a visor; and could tell Not half so big as a round little worm

A whispering tale in a fair lady's ear, Prick'd from the lazy tinger of a maid :

Such as would please ;-'tis gone, 'tis gone, 'tist, Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut,

gone: Made by the joiner squirrel, or old grab,

You are welcome, gentlemen |--Come musicians, Time out of mind the fairies' coach-makers.

play. And in this state she gallops night by night

A hallI A hall1! Give room, and foot it girls. Through lovers' bruins, and then they dream of

(Music plays, and they dance.n; Jove:

More light, ye knaves; and turn the tables up, On courtiers' knees, that dream on court'sies And quench the fire, the room is grown too hot.-t straight:

Ah, sirrah, this unlook'd-for sport comes well. } O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees : Nay, sil, nay, sit, good cousin Capulet; O'er ladies' lips, who straight on kisses dream ; For you and I are past our dancing days: Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues, How long is't now, since last yourself and I Because their breaths with sweetmeats tainted are.

Were in a mask? Sometine she gallops o'er a courtier's nose,

2 Cap. By'r lady, thirty years. And then dreams he of smelling out a suitt: I Cap. What man! 'Tis not so much, is not so And sometimes comes she with a tythe-pig's tail,

much: Tickling a parson's nose as 'a lies asleep, Tis since the nuptial of Lncentio,

1 Then dreams he of another benefice:

Come Pentecost as quickly as it will, Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck, Some five and twenty years; and then we maskid. And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats 2 Cap. 'Tis more, 'lis more : his son is elder, Sir: Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades, His son is thirty.

ILE or healths five fathom deep; and then anon

I Cup. Will you tell me that! Drums in his ear; at which he starts, and wakes ;

His son was but a ward two years ago. And, being thus frighted, swears a prayer or two,

Rom. What lady's that, which doth enrich the And sleeps again. This is that very Mab,

hand That plats the manes of horses in the night ; Or yonder knight?

Yo And bakes the eli-locks in foul sluttish hairs, Serv. I know not, Sir. Which once untangled, much misfortone bodes. | Rom. O, she doth teach the torches to burn This is the hag, when maids lie on their backs,

bright! That presses them, and learns them tirst to bear, her beauty hangs npon the cheek of night Making them women of good carriage.

Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear ý : This, this is she

Beauty loo rich for use, for earth too dear! Rom Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace ;

So shews a snowy dove trooping with crows, Thou talk'st of nothing.

As yonder lady o'er her fellows shews. Mer. True, I talk of dreams ;

The measure || done, I'll watch her place of stand, Which are the children of an idle brain,

And, touching hers, make happy my rude hand. Begot of nothing but vain tuntasy;

Did my heart love till now ? Forswear it, sight! Which is as thin of substance as the air ;

For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night. And mort inconstant than the wind, who wooes Tyb. This, by his voice, should be a Montagne :Even now the frozen bosom of the north,

Fetch me my rapier boy :- What! dares the slave And, being anger'd, puti's away from thence, Come hither, cover'd with an antic face, Turning his face to the dew-dropping south. To tieer and scorn at our solemnity! Ben. This wind, you talk of, blows us from our. Now, by the stock and honour of my kin, selves;

To strike him dead I hold it not a sin, Supper is done, and we shall come too late.

1 Cap. Why, how now, kinsman? Wherefore Rom. I fear, too early : for my mind misgives,

storm you so ? Some consequence, yet hanging in the stars,

Tyb. Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe ; Shall bitterly begin his fearful date

A villain, that is hither come in spite, With this night's revels ; and expire the term To scorn at our solemuity this night. Of a despised life, closed in my breast,

! Cap. Young Romeo is't? By some vile forfeit of untimely death :

Tyb. 'Tis he, that villain Romeo. Bat He, that hath the steerage of my course, 1 Cap. Content thee, gentle coz, let him alone, Direct my sail !-On, lusty gentlemen.

He bears him like a portly gentleman ; Ben. Sirike, drum.

(Exeunt And, to say truth, Verona brags of him,

To be a virtuous and well-govern'd youth: SCENE V.-A Hull in Capulet's House.

I would not for the wealth of all this town,

Here in my house, do him disparagement:
Musicians waiting.– Enter SERVANTS

Therefore be patient, take no note of him,

It is my will; the which if thou respect, 1 Serv. Where's Potpan, that he helps not to take Shew a fair presence, and put off these frowns, away ! He shift a trencher! He scrape a trencher ! And ill-beseeming semblance for a feast.

2 Serv. When good manners shall lie all in one 77b. It fits, when such a villain is a guest; or two men's hands, and they unwash'd wo, 'lis a I'll not endure him. foul thing.

I Cap. He shall be endured ; 1 Serv. Away with the joint-stools, remove the

• A cupboard set in a corner, like a beanfet, on • Atoms.

+ A place in court. which the plate was placed. i 1. e. Pairy-locks, locks of hair clotted and lan. Almond cake.

11. e. Make room. gled in the night.

An Ethiopian, a black.

The dane.

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What, goodman boy !-I say, he shall ;-Go to ;- Nurse. Anon, anon :-
Am I the master here, or you ? Go to,

Come, let's away ; the strangers all are gone. You'll not endure him-Gud shall mend my

(Ercunt. soul You'll make a mutiny among my guests!

Enter Cho.US.
You will set cock-a-hoop! You'll be the man ! Now old desire doth iu his death-bed lie,
T'yo. Why, uncle, 'tis a shame.

And young atfection gapes to be his heir ; i Cap. Go to, go to,

That fair, which love groan'd for, and would die, fou are a saucy boy :- Is't so, indeed?

With tender Juliet match'd, is now not fait. This trick may chance to scath. you ;-I know Now Romeo is beloved, and loves again, what.

Alike bewitched by the charm of looks ; You must contrary me! Marry, 'tis time

But to his foe supposed he must complain, Well said, my hearts :-You are a princox t; go:- And she steal love's sweet bait from fearful Be quiet, or-More light, more light, for shame!-

hooks: I'll make you quiet; Whal!-Cheerly, my hearts. Being held a foe, he may not have access Tyb. Patience perforce with wilful choler meet- To breathe such vows as lovers use to swear; ing,

And she as much in love, her means much less Vakes my flesh tremble in their different greeting. To meet her new-beloved any where : I will withdraw : but this intrusion shall,

But passion lends thein power, time means to meet, Now seeining sweet, convert to bitter gall. ,(Exit. Temp’ring extremities with extreme sweet. (Zzit. Rom. Ii I profane with my unworthy hand

[To Juliet.

This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this,-
Ny lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand

SCENE I.-An open Place, adjoining Capulet's To sinooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.

Jul. Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too

Enter Romeo.
Which mannerly devotion shews in this ;

Rom. Can I go forward, when my beart is here! For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do Turn back, duli earth, and find thy centre out. touch,

(He climbs the Wall, and leup down within it. And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss. Rom. Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?

Enter Benvolio, and MERCUTIO. Jul. Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in

Ben. Romeo ! my cousin Komeo !

Mer. He is wise ; prayer. Rom. O then, dear saint, let lips do what hands And, on my life, hath stolen him home to bed.

Ben. He ran this way, and leap'd this orcbard They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.

wall : Jul. Saints do not move, though grant for

Call, good Mercutio.

pray ers' sake.

Mer. Nay, I'll conjure too. Rom. Then move not, while my prayer's effect I Romeo! Humours ! Madman! Passion ! Lover! take.

Appear thou in the likeness of a sigh,
Thas from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged. Speak but one rhyme, and I am satisfied ;

[Kissing her. Cry but-Ah me! couple but-love and dove ; Jul. Then have my lips the sin that they have Speak to my gossip Venus one fair word, took.

One nick.name for her purblind son and heir, Rom. Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly Young Adam Cupid, he that shot so trim, urged!

When King Cophelua loved the beggar-maid t.Gere me my sin again.

He heareth not, stirreth not, he moveth not; Jal. You kiss by the book,

The apet is dead, and I must conjure him.Nurse. Madam, your mother craves a word with I conjure thee by Rosaline's bright eyes, you.

By her high forehead, and her scarlet lip, Rom. What is her mother

By her fine foot, straight leg, and quivering thigh, Nurse. Marry, bachelor,

And the demesnes that there adjacent lie, Her mother is the lady of the house.

That in thy likeness thou appear to us. And a good lady, and a wise, and virtuous :

Ben. An if he hear thee, thou wilt anger him. ! norsed her daughter, that you talk'd withal;

Mer. This cannot anger him: 'would anger him I tell you,-he, that can lay hold of her,

To raise a spirit in his mistress' circle Shall have the chinks.

Of some strange nalure, letting it there stand Rem. Is she a Capulet?

Till she had laid it, and conjured it down ; O dear account ! my life is my foe's debt.

That were some spite : my invocation Ben. Away, begone; the sport is at the best.

Is fair and honest, and, in his mistress' name, Rom. Ay, so I fear; the more is my unrest.

I conjure only but to raise up hini. I Cap. Nay, gentlemen, prepare not to be gone;

Ben. Come, he hath hid himself among those We have a trifling foolish banquett towards.

trees, Is it e'en so? Why, then I thank you all;

To be consorted with the humorous ý night : I thank you, honest gentlemen; good night :

Blind is his love, and best befits the dark. More torches here !--Come on, then let's to bed.

Mer. If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark. Ah, sirrah, (To 2 Cap.) by my say y, it waxes lale.

Now will he sit under a medlar-tree, I'll to my rest. Exeunt all but Juliet and Nurse. And wish his mistress were that kind of fruit, Jul. Come hither, nurse: What is yon gentle. As maids call medlars, when they laugh alone. man 3

Romeo, good night ;-l'll lo my truckle-bed; Nurse. The son and heir of old Tiberio.

This field-bed is too cold for me to sleep: Jul. What's he, that now is going out of door?

Coine, shall we go? Nurse. Marry, that, I think, be young Petruchio. Ben. Go, then; for 'tis in vain Jul. What's he, that follows there, that would To seek uim here, that means not to be found. not dance ?

(Exeunt. Nurse. I know not. Jul. Go, ask his name :-If he be married,

SCENE II.-Capulet's Garden.
My grave is like to be my wedding bed.
Varse. His name is Romeo, and a Montague;

Enter ROYEO.
The only son of your great enemy.

Rom. He jests at scars, that never felt a wound. Jul. My only love sprung trom my only hate !

[Juliet appeurs above, at a Window. Too early seen unknown, and known too late! But, soft! what light through yonder wiadow Prodigioas birth of love it is to me,

breaks 1 That I must love a loathed enemy.

It is the east, and Juliet is the sun!
Nurse. What's this ? What's this?
Jul. A rhyine I learn'd even now

i. e. Himself, Oi one I danced withal.

+ Allading to the old ballad of the King and the (One calls within, Juliet. Beggar.

i 'This phrase in Skakspeare's time was used' • Do you an injury.

+ A coxcomt. an expression of tenderness, A collation of fruit, wine, &c. Faith. Humid, moist,

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