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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 respect,
Shew a fair prefence, and put off thefe frowns,
An ill-befeeming femblance for a feast,

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

Cap. He fhall be endur'd.

What, goodman boy-I fay, he fhall.
Am I the mafter here, or you? go to-

Go to

You'll not endure him! God fhall mend my foul,
You'll make a mutiny among my guests!

You will fet cock-a-hoop? you'll be the man?
Tyb. Why, uncle, 'tis a fhame.

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

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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.
I nurs'd her daughter, that you talkt withal:
I tell you, he, that can lay hold of her,
Shall have the chink.

Rom. Is fhe a Capulet?

O dear account! my life is my foe's debt.
Ben. Away, be gone, the fport is at the beft.
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.

[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?
Nurfe. That, as I think, is young Petruchio.

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,
The only fon of your great enemy.

Jul. My only love fprung 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 rhyme I learn'd e'en now
Of one I danc'd withal.

Nurfe. Anon, anon

[One calls within, Juliet.

Come, let's away, the ftrangers all are gone. [Exeunt.

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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.

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ACT II.

SCENE, The STREET.

Enter Romeo alone.

ROMEO.

AN I go forward when my heart is here?

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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!
Appear thou in the likeness of a figh,

Speak but one rhyme, and I am fatisfied.
Cry but Ah 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 muft conjure him.
I conjure thee by Rofaline's bright eyes,
By her high fore-head, and her fcarlet lip,.
By her fine foot, ftraight leg, and quivering thigh,
And the demefns that there adjacent lie,
That in thy likeness thou appear to us.

Ben. An' if he hear thee, thou wilt anger him.
Mer. This cannot anger him: 'twould 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.
Now will he fit under a medlar-tree,

And with his mistress were that kind of fruit,
Which 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 fleep:
Come, fhall we go?

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.
Be not her maid, fince she is envious:

Her veftal livery is but fick and green,

And none but fools do wear it; caft it off
She fpeaks, yet fhe fays nothing; what of that?
Her eye difcourfes; I will anfwer it-

I am too bold, 'tis not to me fhe fpeaks:
Two of the faircft ftars of all the heav'n,
Having fome bufinefs, do intreat her eyes
To twinkle in their spheres 'till they return."

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