A troubled mind drew me to walk abroad; That most are bufied when they're most alone, Ben. My noble uncle, do you know the cause? Could we but learn from whence his forrows grow, Enter Romeo. Ben. See where he comes: fo please you step afide, I'll 1 his...old edit. Thirl. emend. 2 fame... old edit. Theob, emend. I'll know his grievance, or be much deny❜d. Moun. I would thou wert fo happy by thy stay, To hear true shrift. Come, Madam, let's away. [Exeunt. Ben. Good morrow, coufin. Rom. Is the day fo young? Ben. But new ftruck nine. Rom. Ah me, fad hours feem long! Was that my father that went hence fo faft? Ben. It was: what sadness lengthens Romeo's hours? Rom. Not having that, which having makes them short. Ben. In love? Rom. Out Ben. Of love? Rom. Out of her favour, where I am in love. Ben. Alas, that love, fo gentle in his view, Should be fo tyrannous and rough in proof! Rom. Alas, that love, whofe view is muffled ftill, Should without eyes fee path-ways to his ''ill!` Where fhall we dine?-O me!-What fray was here?— Here's much to do with hate, but more with love: Oh any thing of nothing firft create! O heavy lightnefs! ferious vanity! Mif-shapen chaos of well-feeming forms! Feather of lead, bright fmoke, cold fire, fick health! Still-waking-fleep, that is not what it is! This love feel 1, that feel no love in this. Doft thou not laugh? Ben. No, coz, I rather weep. Rom. Good heart, at what? Ben. At thy good heart's oppreffion. Rom. Griefs of mine own lye heavy in my breaft; Which thou wilt propagate to have them prest With more of thine; this love that thou haft fhewn Doth add more grief to too much of mine own. Love is a fmoke rais'd with the fume of fighs, Being 3 will! Being purg'd, a fire fparkling in lovers eyes, Ben. Soft, I'll go along. An if you leave me fo, you do me wrong. Rom. But I have loft my felf, I am not here, Ben. Tell me in fadness, who fhe is you love. But fadly tell me, who. [Going. Rom. Bid a fick man in fadness make his willO word, ill urg'd to one that is fo ill In fadness, coufin, I do love a woman. Ben. I aim'd fo near, when I fuppos'd you lov'd. -fhe'll not be hit With Cupid's arrow; fhe hath Dian's wit: From love's weak childifh bow fhe lives unharm'd. That when the dies, with 4 'her dies beauty's ftore.` Cuts beauty off from all pofterity. She is too fair, too wife; 'too wifely fair,` She hath forfworn to love, and in that vow 4 beauty dies her ftore. . . old, edit. Theob. emend. 5 wifely too fair, : Ben. Ben. Be rul'd by me, forget to think of her. Rom. O teach me how I fhould forget to think. Ben. By giving liberty unto thine eyes; Examine other beauties. Rom. 'Tis the way To call hers (exquifite) in queftion more: Ben. I'll pay that doctrine, or elfe die in debt. [Exeunt. Cap. And Mountague is bound as well as I, Par. Of honourable reck'ning are you both, Par. Younger than the are happy mothers made. Lyes Lyes my confent, and fair according voice: And like her most, whose merit most shall be: [Exeunt Capulet and Paris. Ser. Find them out whofe names are written here? It is written, that the fhoemaker fhould meddle with his yard, and the taylor with his laft, the fifher with his pencil, and the painter with his nets. But I am fent to find those perfons whose names are here writ, and can never find what names the writing perfon hath here writ. I must to the learned. In good time, Enter Benvolio and Romeo. Ben. Tut, man! one fire burns out another's burning, One pain is leffen'd by another's anguish; Turn giddy and be help'd by backward turning, One defperate grief cure with another's languish: Take thou fome new infection to the eye, And the rank poifon of the old will die. Rom. Your plantan leaf is excellent for that. Ben. For what, I pray thee? Rom. |