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Some five and twenty years, and then we mask'd.
2 Cap. 'Tis more, 'tis more; his son is elder, Sir:
His fon is thirty.

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;
Her beauty 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 fhews a fnowy dove trooping with crows,
As yonder lady o'er her fellows fhows.
The measure done, I'll watch her place of ftand,
And touching hers, make happy my rude hand.
Did my heart love 'till now? forfwear it, fight;
I never saw true beauty 'till this night.

Tib. This by his voice fhould be a Mountague.
Fetch me my rapier, boy: what dares the slave
Come hither cover'd with an antick face,
To fleer and scorn at our folemnity?

Now by the stock and honour of my kin,
To ftrike him dead I hold it not a fin.

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.
Cap. Young Romeo, is't?

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,

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To be a virtuous and well-govern'd youth.
I would not for the wealth of all this town
Here in my house do him difparagement.
Therefore be patient, take no note of him ;'
It is my will, the which if thou refpect,
Shew a fair presence, and put off these frowns,
And ill-beseeming semblance of a feast.

Tib. It fits, when fuch a villain is a guest.
I'll not endure him.

Cap. He fhall be endur' d.

Be quiet, or (more light, more light, for shame)
I'll make you quiet -
What? cheerly, my hearts.

Tib. Patience perforce with wilful choler meeting,
Makes my flesh tremble in their different greeting.
I will withdraw; but this intrusion shall
Now feeming fweet, convert to bitter gall.
Rom. If I prophane with my unworthy hand
This holy fhrine, the gentle fin is this,

My lips two blushing pilgrims ready stand,

[To Juliet.

To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.
Jul. Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much,
Which mannerly devotion fhews in this;

For faints have hands that pilgrims hands do touch,
And palm to palm, is holy palmer's kiss.

Rom. Have not faints lips, and holy palmers too?
Jul. Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.

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Rom. O then, dear faint, let lips do what hands do,
They pray, (grant thou) left faith turn to defpair.
Nurfe. Madam, your mother craves a word with you.
Rom. What is her mother?

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:
I tell you, he that can lay hold of her
Shall have the chink.

Rom. Is the a Capulet?

O dear account! my life is my foe's debt.
Ben. Away, be gone, the sport is at the best.
Rom. Ay, fo I fear, the more is my unreft.
Cap. Nay, gentlemen, prepare not to be gone,
We have a trifling foolish banquet towards.
Is it e'en fo? why then, I thank you all.
I thank you honeft gentlemen, good night:

More torches here ----- come on, then let's to bed,
Ah, firrah, by my fay it waxes late.

I'll to my rest.

[To her nurse:

Jul. Come hither, nurse. What is yon gentleman ?
Nurse. The fon and heir of old Tiberio.

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?
Nurse. I know not.

turn to despair.

Jul. Saints do not move, yet grant for prayers fake.
Rom. Then move not while my prayers effect I take:

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.
Nurfe. Madam, &c.

[Kiffing her.

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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,
The only son of your great enemy.

Jul. My only love sprung from my only hate!
Too early feen, unknown; and known too late;
Prodigious birth of love it is to me,
That I must love a loathed enemy.
Nurfe. What's this? what's this?

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.

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OW old defire doth on his death-bed lye,
And young affection gapes to be his heir:
That Fair, for which love groan'd fore, and
would die,

With tender Juliet match'd, is now not fair.
Now Romeo is belov'd, and loves again,

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;

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And she as much in love, her means much less,

To meet her new beloved any where:
But paffion lends them power, time means to meet,
Tempting extremities with extream fweet.

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!
Appear thou in the likeness of a Sigh,

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Speak but one Rhime, and I am satisfied.

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Cry but Дy me! couple but love and dove,
Speak to my goffip Venus one fair word,
One nick-name to her pur-blind son and heir,
(Young Abraham Cupid, he that shot so true,
When + king Cophetua lov'd the beggar-maid-)
He heareth not, he ftirreth not, he moveth not,
The ape is dead, and I must conjure him.
I conjure thee by Rofaline's bright eyes,
By her high fore-head, and her scarlet lip,

By her fine foot, ftraight leg, and quivering thigh,
And the demeafns that there adjacent lye,

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