Jul. Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer. Rom. O then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do; They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair. Jul. Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake. Rom. Then move not, while my prayers' effect I take. Thus from my lips, by thine my sin is purg'd. [Kissing her. Jul. Then have my lips the sin that they have took. Rom. Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urg'd! Give me my sin again. Jul. You kiss by the book. Nurse. Madam, your mother craves a word with you. Kom. What is her mother? Nurse. Marry, bachelor, Rom. а Is she a Capulet? O dear account! my life is my foe's debt. Ben. Away, begone; the sport is at the best. Rom. Ay, so I fear; the more is my unrest. 1 Cap. Nay, gentlemen, prepare not to be gone; We have a trifling foolish banquet towards, Is it e'en so? Why, then I thank you all; I thank you, honest gentlemen; good night:More torches here!-Come on, then let's to bed. Ah, sirrah, [To 2 Cap.] by my fay, it waxes late; I'll to my rest. [Exeunt all but JULIET and NURSE. Jul. Come hither, nurse: What is yon gentleman? Nurse. The son and heir of old Tiberio. Jul. What's he, that now is going out of door? Nurse. Marry, that, I think, be young Petruchio. a Towards-ready; at hand. Jul. What's he, that follows there, that would not dance? Nurse. I know not. Jul. Go, ask his name :-if he be married, My grave is like to be my wedding bed. Nurse. His name is Romeo, and a Montague; Jul. My only love sprung from my only hate! Nurse. What 's this? What's this? Of one I danc'd withal. Nurse. A rhyme I learn'd even now [One calls within, JULIET. Anon, anon: Come, let's away; the strangers all are gone. [Exeunt. Enter CHORUS. Now old desire doth in his death-bed lie, Now Romeo is belov'd, and loves again, But to his foe suppos'd he must complain, And she steal love's sweet bait from fearful hooks: To breathe such vows as lovers use to swear; But passion lends them power, time means to meet, [Exit. ACT II. SCENE I.-An open Place adjoining Capulet's Garden. Enter ROMEO. Rom. Can I go forward, when my heart is here? Turn back, dull earth, and find thy centre out. [He climbs the wall, and leaps down within it. Enter BENVOLIO and MERCUTIO. Ben. Romeo! my cousin Romeo! Mer. He is wise; And, on my life, hath stolen him home to bed. Ben. He ran this way, and leapt this orchard wall: Call, good Mercutio. Mer. Nay, I'll conjure too. Romeo! humours! madman! passion! lover! Speak but one rhyme, and I am satisfied. a One nick-name for her purblind son and heir, This has been All the old copies have "Abraham.” changed to "Adam," supposing the allusion was to the Adam Bell of the old Ballad. The "Abraham" Cupid is the cheat -the "Abraham man" of our old statutes. b The ape-an expression of kindly familiarity, applied to a young man. VOL. VII. M By her fine foot, straight leg, and quivering thigh, That in thy likeness thou appear to us. Ben. An if he hear thee, thou wilt anger him. Of some strange nature, letting it there stand : Is fair and honest, and, in his mistress' name, Ben. Come, he hath hid himself among these trees, To be consorted with the humorous a night: Blind is his love, and best befits the dark. Mer. If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark. And wish his mistress were that kind of fruit, Come, shall we go? Ben. Go, then; for 't is in vain To seek him here, that means not to be found. [Exeunt. SCENE II.-Capulet's Garden. Enter ROMEO. Rom. He jests at scars, that never felt a wound.— [JULIET appears above, at a window. But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks! It is the east, and Juliet is the sun!- 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; a Humorous, dewy,-vaporous. b Be not a votary to Diana. Her vestal livery is but sick and green, And none but fools do wear it; cast it off.- She speaks, yet she says nothing; What of that? I am too bold, 't is not to me she speaks: That I might touch that cheek! Jul. Rom. Ah me! She speaks:- Unto the white-upturned wond'ring eyes Jul. O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father, and refuse thy name; Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, And I'll no longer be a Capulet. Rom. Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this? Jul. T is but thy name that is my enemy; Thou art thyself though," not a Montague. [Aside. a Juliet places his personal qualities in opposition to what she thought evil of his family. |