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Shew a fair presence, and put off these frowns,
An ill-beseeming semblance for a feast.

Tyb. It fits, when such a villain is a guest ;
I'll not endure him.

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What, goodman boy !—I say, he shall ;—go to ;—
Am I the master here, or you? go to.

You'll make a mutiny among my guests!

You will set cock-a-hoop! you'll be the man!
Tyb. Why, uncle, 'tis a shame.

First Cap.

Go to, go to,
You are a saucy boy: is 't so indeed?

This trick may chance to scathe you ;-I know what.
You must contrary me !-marry, 'tis time—

Well said, my hearts!-You are a princox ;15 go :-
Be quiet, or-More light, more light.-For shame!—-
I'll make you quiet. What, cheerly, my hearts!
Tyb. Patience perforce with wilful choler meeting
Makes
my flesh tremble in their different greeting.
I will withdraw: but this intrusion shall,

Now seeming sweet, convert to bitter gall.

[Exit.

Rom. If I profane with my unworthiest hand

This holy shrine, the gentle fine 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 shews in this;

For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch,
And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.

Rom. Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?
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.
Rom. What is her mother?

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Nurse.

Marry, bachelor,

Her mother is the lady of the house,

And a good lady, and a wise, and virtuous :
I nurs'd her daughter, that you talk'd withal;
I tell you, he that can lay hold of her

Shall have the chinks.

Rom.

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.
First 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 Second CAPULET], 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.

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 ;

The only son of your great enemy.

Jul. My only love sprung from my only hate!
Too early seen unknown, and known too late!
Prodigious birth of love it is to me,

That I must love a loathed enemy.
Nurse. What's this? what's this?
Jul.

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,

And young affection gapes to be his heir;
That fair, for which love groan'd for, 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 suppos'd he must complain,

And she steal love's sweet bait from fearful hooks:

Being held a foe, he may not have access

To breathe such vows as lovers use to swear;
And she as much in love, her means much less

To meet her new-beloved anywhere:

But passion lends them power, time means, to meet,
Temp'ring extremities with extreme sweet.

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[Exit.

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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!

Appear thou in the likeness of a sigh,

Speak but one rhyme, and I am satisfied.

Cry but-Ah me! pronounce but-love and dove;
Speak to my gossip Venus one fair word,
One nickname for her purblind son and heir,
Young auburn Cupid, he that shot so trim,
When King Cophetua lov'd the beggar-maid.
He heareth not, he stirreth not, he moveth not ;
The is dead, and I must conjure him.—

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I conjure thee by Rosaline's bright eyes,
By her high forehead, and her scarlet lip,
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.
Mer. This cannot anger him: my invocation
Is fair and honest, and, in his mistress' name,
I conjure only but to raise up him.

Ben. Come, he hath hid himself among these trees,
To be consorted with the humorous night:

Blind is his love, and best befits the dark.

Mer. If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark.

Now will he sit under a medlar-tree,

And wish his mistress were that kind of fruit,

As maids call medlars, when they laugh alone.—
Romeo, good-night :-I'll to my truckle-bed;

This field-bed is too cold for me to sleep:

Come, shall we go?

Ben.

Go, then; for 'tis 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 !—

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