To be a virtuous and well-govern'd youth. Tyb. It fits, when fuch a villain is a guest. Cap. He fhall be endur'd. What, goodman boy-I fay, he fhall. Go to You'll not endure him! God fhall mend my foul, You will fet cock-a-hoop? you'll be the man? Cap. Go to, go to, You are a fawcy boy- -is't fo, indeed? This trick may chance to fcathe you; I know what. You must contrary me! Marry, 'tis time. Well faid, my hearts :- -You are a princox, go:Be quiet, or (more light, more light, for fhame) 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 feeming sweet, convert to bitter gall, Rome. If I profane with my unworthy hand (5). (5) If I profane with my unworthy band This boly Shrine, the gentle Sin is this, [To Juliet. My Lips, true blushing Pilgrims, &c.] All Profanations are fuppos'd to be expiated either by fome meritorious Action, or by fome Penance undergone and Punishment fubmitted to. So, Romeo would here fay, if I have been profane in the rude Touch of my Hand, my Lips ftand ready, as two bluhing Pilgrims, to take off that Offence, to attone for it, by a sweet Penance. Our Past therefore must have wrote, the gentle Fine is this Mr. Warburtone B 2 This This holy fhrine, the gentle fine is this; My lips, two blufhing pilgrims, ready ftand, To smooth that rough touch with a tender kifs. 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 palmers' kifs. Rom. Have not faints lips, and holy palmers too? Jul. Ay, pilgrim, lips that they muft ufe in prayer. Rom. O then, dear faint, let lips do what hands do: They pray, (grant thou) left faith turn to defpair. 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. [Kiffing her. Jul. Then have my lips the fin that late they took. Rom. Sin from my lips! O trespass, sweetly urg'd! Give me my fin again. Jul. You kifs by th' book. Nurfe. Madam, your mother craves a word with you. Rom. What is her mother? Nurfe. Marry, bachelor, Her mother is the lady of the house, [To her Nurje. And a good lady, and a wife and virtuous. Rom. Is fhe a Capulet? O dear account! my life is my foe's debt. I'll to my rest. [Exeunt. Jul. Come hither, nurfe. What is yon gentleman ? Nurfe. The fon and heir of old Tiberio. Jul. Jul. What's he, that now is going out of door? Jul. What's he, that follows here, that would not dance? Nurfe. I know not. Jul. Go, afk his name.-If he be married, My grave is like to be my wedding-bed. Nurfe. His name is Romeo, and a Montague, Jul. My only love fprung from my only hate! Nurfe. Anon, anon [One calls within, Juliet. Come, let's away, the ftrangers all are gone. [Exeunt. Now old defire doth on his death-bed lie, 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 ufe to fwear; And the, as much in love, her means much less, To meet her new-beloved any where : But paffion lends them power. Time means, to meet ; Temp'ring extremities with extream sweet. [Exit Chorus. ACT II. SCENE, The STREET. Enter Romeo alone. ROMEO. AN I go forward when my heart is here? CA 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 fol'n him home to bed. [Exit 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 rhyme, and I am fatisfied. Ben. An' if he hear thee, thou wilt anger him. То To raise a spirit in his mistress' circle, Of fome strange nature, letting it there stand 'Till he had laid it, and conjur'd it down; 2 That were fome fpight. My invocation is Honest and fair, and, in his miftrefs' name, I conjure only but to raise up him. Ben. Come, he hath hid himself among thefe trees, To be conforted with the hum'rous night: Blind is his love, and best befits the dark, Mer. If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark. And with his mistress were that kind of fruit, Ben. Go, then, for 'tis in vain Tofeek him here that means not to be found. [Exeunt. SCENE changes to Capulet's Garden. Enter Romeo. Rom. But, foft! what light thro' yonder window E jefts at fcars, that never felt a wound breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the fun! [Juliet appears above, at a window. Arife, fair fun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already fick and pale with grief, That thou, her maid, art far more fair than she. Her veftal livery is but fick and green, And none but fools do wear it; caft it off I am too bold, 'tis not to me fhe fpeaks: B 4 What |