Some five and twenty years, and then we mask'd. 1 Cap. Will you tell me that? His fon was but a ward two years ago. Rom. What lady's that which doth enrich the hand Of yonder knight? Ser. I know not, Sir. Rom. O fhe doth teach the torches to burn bright; Tib. This by his voice fhould be a Mountague. Now by the stock and honour of my kin, Cap. Why how now kinfman, wherefore ftorm Tib. Uncle, this is a Mountague, our foe: A villain that is hither come in fpight, To scorn at our folemnity this night. Tib. That villain Romeo. Cap. Content thee, gentle coz, let him alone, He bears him like a portly gentleman : And to say truth, Verona brags of him, you fo? Το To be a virtuous and well-govern'd youth. Tib. It fits, when fuch a villain is a guest. Cap. He fhall be endur' d. Be quiet, or (more light, more light, for shame) Tib. Patience perforce with wilful choler meeting, My lips two blushing pilgrims ready stand, [To Juliet. To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss. For faints have hands that pilgrims hands do touch, Rom. Have not faints lips, and holy palmers too? Rom. O then, dear faint, let lips do what hands do, Nurse. Marry, batchelor, Her mother is the lady of the house, And a good lady, and a wife and virtuous.. I nurs❜d her daughter that you talk withal: Rom. Is the a Capulet? O dear account! my life is my foe's debt. More torches here ----- come on, then let's to bed, I'll to my rest. [To her nurse: Jul. Come hither, nurse. What is yon gentleman ? Jul. What's he that now is going out of door? Nurse. That as I think is young Petruchio. [Exeunt. Jul. What's he that follows here, that would not dance? turn to despair. Jul. Saints do not move, yet grant for prayers fake. Thus from my lips, by thine my fin is purg'd. Jul. Then have my lips the fin that late they took. Rom. Sin from my lips! O trefpafs fweetly urg'd: Give me my fin again. Jul. You kifs by th' book. [Kiffing her. Jul Jul. Go ask his name. If he be married, My grave is like to be my wedding bed. Nurfe. His name is Romeo, and a Mountague, Jul. My only love sprung from my only hate! ful. A rhime I learn'd e'en now Of one I danc'd withal. Nurse. Anon, anon --- [One calls within, Juliet. [Exeunt. Come, let's away, theft rangers all are gone. N OW old defire doth on his death-bed lye, With tender Juliet match'd, is now not fair. Alike bewitched by the charm of looks: But to his foe fuppos'd he must complain, And she steal love's fweet bait from fearful hooks. Being held a foe, he may not have access To breathe fuch vows as lovers use to swear; L12 + This chorus added fince the first edition. And And she as much in love, her means much less, To meet her new beloved any where: SCENE II. The Street. Enter Romeo alone. Rom. Can I go forward when my heart is here? Turn back, dull earth, and find thy center out. Enter Benvolio with Mercutio. Ben. Romeo, my coufin Romeo. Mer. He is wife, And on my life hath ftoln him home to bed. Ben. He ran this way, and leap'd this orchard wall. Call, good Mercutio. Mer. Nay, I'll conjure too. Why, Romeo! humours! madman! paffion! lover! Speak but one Rhime, and I am satisfied. b Cry but Дy me! couple but love and dove, By her fine foot, ftraight leg, and quivering thigh, pur-blind fon and ber. That |