Imatges de pÓgina

Ful. But to be frank, and give it thee again.
My bounty is as boundless as the sea,
My love as deep; the more I give to thee,
The more I have, for both are infinite.
I hear some noise within ; dear love, adieu.

[Nurse calls within. Anon, good Nurse-Sweet Mountague, be true ; Stay but a little, I will come again.

[Exit. Rom. O blessed, blessed night. I am afraid Being in night, all this is but a dream! Too flattering sweet to be fubftantial.

Re-enter Juliet above. Ful. Three words, dear Romeo, and good night indeed : If that thy bent of love be honourable, Thy purpose, marriage, send me word to morrow By one that I'll procure to come to thee, Where and what time thou wilt perform the rite ; And all my fortunes at thy foot l'll lay, And follow thee, my love, throughout the world.

[Within: Madam. I come, anon but if thou mean'st not well, I do beseech thee- [Within : Madam.) By and by I


To cease thy suit, and leave me to my grief.
To morrow will I send.
Rom. So thrive


soul. Jul. A thousand times good night.

[Exit. Rom. A thousand times the worse to want thy light.

Enter Juliet again.
Jul. Hift! Romeo, hift ! O for a falkner's voice,
To lure his Taffel gentle back again
Bondage is hoarse and may not speak aloud,
Elle would I tear the cave where Echo lies,
And make her angry tongue more hoarse than mine
With repetition of my Romeo.

Rom. It is my love that calls upon my name.
How filver-sweet sound lovers tongues by night,
Like softest musick to attending ears !

Jul. Romeo !
Rom. My sweet!

Jul. At what o'clock to-morrow
Shall I send to thee?


Rom. By the hour of nine.

Jul. I will not fail, 'tis twenty years 'till then,I have forgot why I did call thee back

Rom. Let me stand here 'till thou remember it.

Jul. I shall forget to have thee ftill stand there, Remembring how I love thy Company.

Rom. And I'M stay here, to have thee ftill forget, Forgetting any other home but this.

Jul. 'Tis almost morning. I would have thee gone, And yet no further than a Wanton's bird, That lets it hop a little from her hand, And with a silk thread plucks it back again, So loving jealous of his liberty.

Rom. I would I were thy bird.

Jul. Sweet, fo would I, Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing. Good night, good night. Parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say good night 'till it be morrow. [Exit.

Rom. Sleep dwell upon thine Eyes, peace in thy breast Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest ! Hence will I to my ghostly father's cell, His help to crave, and my dear hap to tell. [Exit.



A Monastery.
Enter Friar Lawrence with a basket.
Fri. HE gray-ey'd morn smiles on the frowning

Check’ring the eastern clouds with streaks of light.
Now ere the sun advance his burning eye,
The day to chear, and night's dank dew to dry,
I must fill up this osier cage of ours
With baleful weeds, and precious juiced flowers.
O mickle is the powerful grace, that lies
In plants, herbs, stones, and their true qualities.
For nought so vile, that on the earth doth live,
But to the earth some special good doth give:
Nor ought so good, but ftraind from that fair use,
Revolts to vice, and stumbles on abuse.
Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied,



And vice sometimes by actions dignified.
Within the infant rind of this small flower
Poison hath residence, and medicine power:
For this being smelt, with that sense chears each part ;
Being tasted, says all fenses with the heart,
Two such opposed foes encamp them ftill
In man, as well as herbs ; Grace and rude Will:
And where the worfer is predominant,
Full foon the canker death eats up that plant.

Enter Romeo.
Rom. Good-morrow, father.

Fri. Benedicite.
What early tongue so sweet saluteth me?
Young son, it argues a distemper'd head,
So foon to bid good-morrow to thy pillow;
Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye,
And where care lodgeth, sleep will never bide;
But where with unitust brain unbruised youth
Doth couch his limbs, there golden sleep resides,
Therefore thy earliness affureth me
Thou art up rouz’d by some distemp'rature;
What is the matter, fon?

Rom. I tell thee ere thou ask it me again ;
I have been feasting with mine

Where to the heart's core one hath wounded me,
That's by me wounded; both our remedies
Within thy help and holy phyfick lie.

Fri. Be plain, good son, and homely in thy drift.

Rom. Then plainly know, my heart's dear love is set
On Juliet, Capulet's fair daughter ;
As mine on hers, so hers is iet on mire :
When, and where, and how
We met, we woo'd, and made exchange of vows,
I'll tell thee as we pass ; but this I beg
That thou conf nt to narry us to day.

Fri. Holy faint Franis, what a chance is this !
Dut tell me, fon, and cal thy reason home,
Is not this love the offspring of thy folly,
Brcu from thy wantonness and thoughilefs brain ?
De heedful, jouth, and see you for betimes,
Jeft that thy rafh ungovernable pallions,
C'er lea ping duty, and each due regard,

Hurry Hurry thee on, thro' short liv'd, dear-bought pleasures, To cureless woes, and lasting Penitence.

Rom. I pray thee, chide me not, she whom I love, Doth give me grace for grace, and love for love : Do thou with heav'n smile irpon our union; Do not withhold thy benediction from us, But make two hearts, by holy marriage one.

Fri. Well, come, my pupil, go along with me, In

one respect I'll give thee my ailistance ; For this ainance may so happy prove, To turn your houshold rancour to pure

love. Rom. O let us hence, Love stands on sudden hafte. Fri. Wisely and flow; they stumble that run fast.






The S T R E E T.


Enter Benvolio and Mercutio.
Mer. HERE the devil should this Romea be?

came he not home to night?
Bin. Not to his father's; I spoke with his man.

Mer. Why that same pale hard-hearted wench, that Rosaline, torments him so, that he will sure run mad.

Ben. Tibalt, the kinsman to old Capulet, hath sent a letter to his father's house.

Mer. A challenge, on my life.
Ben. Romeo will answer it.

Mir. Alas, poor Romco, he is already dead! ftabb'd with a white wench's black eye, run through the ear with a love-song, the very pin of liis heart cleft with the blind bow-boy's but-shaft ; and is he a man to encounter Tibalt? Ben. Why, what is Tibalt ?

Mr. Oh he's the courageous captain of compliments; he fights as you fing prick.icng, keeps tíme, distance, and proportion ; refts his minum one, two, and the third in your bosom ; the very butcher of a filk button, a duellift, a duellift ; a gentleman of the very first house, of the


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first and second cause; ah the immortal pafiado, the punto reverso, the hay

Ben. The what?

Mer. The pox of such antick lisping affected phantafies, these new tuners of accents :

Jesu, a very good blade,

a very

tall man-a very good whore. Why, is not this a lamentable thing, grandfire, that we should be thus afflicted with these Arange flies, these fashion-mongers, these pardonnez-moy's?

Ben. Here comes Romeo.

Mer. Without his roe, like a dried herring. O fileft, ficth, how art thou finished ? Now is he for the numbers that Pitarch flowed in : Laura to his lady was but a kitchen-wench; marry she had a better love to berime her : Dido a dowdy : Cleopatra a gipfie, Helen and Hero hildings and harlots : Thisbe a gray eye or so, but not to the purpose.

Erter Romeo.
Signior Romeo, bonjour, there's a French falutation for you:
Romeo. Good morrow to you

Mer. You gave us the counterfeit fairly last night.
Rom. What counterfeit did I give you?
Mer. The slip, Sir, the slip: can you not conceive ?

Rom. Pardon, Mercutio, my business was great, and in fuch a case as mine, a man may strain curtely.

Enter Nurse and her Man.
Rom. A fayle ! a fayle !
Mer. Two, two, a shirt and a smock.
Nurse. Peter.
Pet. Anon.
Nurfe. My fan, Peter.
Mir. Do, good Peter, to hide her face.
Nurse. Good ye good-morrow, gentlemen.
Mir. God ye good den, fair gentlewoman.

Nurse. Gentlemen, can any of you tell me where I may find young Romeo ?

Rom. I am the youngest of that name, for fault of a worse.

Narfe. You say well.
If you be he, fir,
I cefire some confidence with you.
Ben. She will indite him to Supper presently.


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