Cap. My fword, I fay!-Old Montague is come, And flourishes his blade in spite of me. Enter MONTAGUE and Lady MONTAGUE. Mon. Thou villain, Capulet,-Hold me not, let me go. La. Mon. Thou shalt not ftir one foot to seek a foe. Enter Prince, with Attendants. Prin. Rebellious fubjects, enemies to peace, Profaners of this neighbour-ftained steel,— Will they not hear?-what ho! you men, you beasts,→ That quench the fire of your pernicious rage With purple fountains iffuing from your veins, On pain of torture, from those bloody hands Throw your mis-temper'd weapons to the ground, And hear the fentence of your moved prince.Three civil brawls, bred of an airy word, By thee, old Capulet, and Montague, Have thrice disturb'd the quiet of our streets; And made Verona's ancient citizens Caft by their grave befeeming ornaments, To wield old partizans, in hands as old, Canker'd with peace, to part your canker'd hate: If ever you disturb our streets again, Your lives fhall pay the forfeit of the peace. For this time, all the reft depart away : You, Capulet, fhall go along with me; And, Montague, come you this afternoon, To know our further pleasure in this case, To old Free-town, our common judgement-place. Once more, on pain of death, all men depart. [Exeunt Prince, and Attendants; CAPULET, Lady CAPULET, TYBALT, Citizens, and Servants. Mon Mon. Who fet this ancient quarrel new abroach ?- La. Mon. O, where is Romeo!-saw you him to-day? Right glad I am, he was not at this fray. Ben. Madam, an hour before the worshipp'd fun Towards him I made; but he was 'ware of me, I, measuring his affections by my own,- Mon. Many a morning hath he there been seen, Should in the furthest east begin to draw Shuts up his windows, locks fair daylight out, Black and portentous must this humour prove, Ben. My noble uncle, do you know the cause? As is the bud bit with an envious worm, Or dedicate his beauty to the fun. Could we but learn from whence his forrows grow, Enter ROMEO, at a distance. Ben. See, where he comes: So please you, step afide; I'll know his grievance, or be much deny'd. Mon. I would, thou wert fo happy by thy stay, To hear true shrift.-Come, madam, let's away. [Exeunt MONTAGUE and Lady, Ben. Good morrow, cousin. Rom, Ben. But new ftruck nine. Rom. Is the day fo young? Ah me! fad hours feem long. Was that my father that went hence fo fast? Ben. It was:- -What fadness lengthens Romeo's hours? Rom. Not having that, which, having, makes them fhort. Ben. In love? Rom. Out Ben. Of love? Rom. 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 pathways to his will! Where shall we dine ?-O me !-What fray was here? Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all. Here's much to do with hate, but more with love :- O heavy lightness! ferious vanity! Mif-shapen chaos of well-feeming forms! Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, fick health! This love feel I, that feel no love in this. Ben. No, coz, I rather weep. Rom. Good heart, at what? Ben. At thy good heart's oppreffion. Rom. Why, fuch is love's tranfgreffion.Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breaft; Which thou wilt propagate, to have it prest With more of thine: this love, that thou hast shown, Doth add more grief to too much of mine own. Love is a finoke rais'd with the fume of fighs; Being purg'd, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; Ben. Soft, I will go along; An if you leave me so, you do me wrong. Rom. Tut, I have loft myself; I am not here; This is not Romeo, he's fome other where. B 4 Lgoing. Ben. Ben. Tell me in sadness, who she is you love. Ben. But fadly tell me, who. Groan? why, no; Rom. Bid a fick man in sadness make his will: Ah, word ill urg'd to one that is so ill! In fadness, coufin, I do love a woman. Ben. I aim'd fo near, when I fuppos'd you lov'd. Rom. A right good marks-man !—And she's fair I love, Ben. A right fair mark, fair coz, is fooneft hit. Rom. Well, in that hit, you miss: she'll not be hit With Cupid's arrow, the hath Dian's wit; And, in strong proof of chastity well arm'd, From love's weak childish bow the lives unharm'd. That, when she dies, with beauty dies her store. Ben. Then he hath fworn, that she will still live chafte? Rom. She hath, and in that sparing makes huge waste ; For beauty, ftarv'd with her severity, Cuts beauty off from all pofterity. She is too fair, too wife; wifely too fair, She hath forfworn to love; and, in that vow, Ben. Be rul'd by me, forget to think of her. 'Tis the way Rom. 6 Being |