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Enter Ronso, at a distance.
Nor ope her lap to saint-seducing gold : Ben. See, where he comes: So please you, o, she is rich in beauty; only poor, step aside;
That, when she dies, with beauty dies her store. I'll know his grievance, or be much denied. Ben. Then she hath sworn, that she will still Jon, I would, thou wert so happy by thy stay, live chaste ?
(huge waste; To hear true shrift.-Come, madam, let's away. Kom. She hath, and in that sparing makes
(Exeunt MONTAGUE and Lady. For beanty, starv'd with her severity, Ben. Good morrow, cousin.
Cuts beauty off from all posterity. Rom.
Is the day so young ? She is too fair, too wise; wisely too fair, Ben, But new struck nine.
To merit bliss by making me despair; Rom.
Ah me! sad hours seem long. She hath forsworn to love ; and, in that yow, Was that my father that went hence so fast ? Do I live dead, that live to tell it now. Ben. It was :-What sadness lengthens Ro Ben, Be rul'd by me, forget to think of her. meo's hours?
[them short. Rom. O, teach me how I should forget to think, Rom. Not having that, which having makes Ben. By giving liberty unto thine eyes; Ben, In love?
Examine other beauties. Rom. Out
'Tis the way Ben, Of love?
To call hers, exquisite, in question more: Rom. Out of her favour, where I am in love. These happy masks, that kiss fair ladies' brows,
Ben. Alas, that love, so gentle in his view, Being black, put us in mind they hide the fair; Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof! He, that is strucken blind, cannot forget Rom. Alas, that love, whose view is mutiled The precious treasure of his eyesight lost: still,
Show me a mistress that is passing fair, Should, without eyes, see pathways to his will! What doth her beauty serve, but as a note Where shall we dine?--) me!- What fray was Where I may read, who passid that passing fair? Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all. (here? Farewell; thou canst not teach me to forget. Here's much to do with hate, but more with Ben. I'll pay that doctrine, or else die in love :
[Excunt. Why then, O brawling love! O loving hate!
SCENE II. A Street.
Enter CAPULET, PARIS, and Servant. Misshapen Chaos of well-seeming forms! Cap. And Montague is bound as well as I, Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick In penalty alike; and 'tis not hard, I think, health,
For men so old as we to keep the peace. Still waking sleer, that is not what it is! Par. Of honourable reckoning are you both; This love feel I, that feel no love in this. And pity 'tis, you liv'd at odds so long. Dost thou not laugh?
But now, my lord, what say you to my suit? Ben.
No, coz, I rather weep. Cap. By saying o'er what I have said before: Hom. Good heart, at what?
My child is yet a stranger in the world, Ben. At thy good heart's oppression. She hath not seen the change of fourteen years;
Hon. Why, such is love's transgression. Let two more summers wither in their pride, Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast; Ere we may think her ripe to be a bride. Which thou wilt propagate, to have it prest Par. Younger than she are happy mothers With more of thine; this love, that thou hast
Cap. And too soon marr'd are those so early Doth add inore grief to too much of mine own. The earth hath swallow'd all my hopes but she, Love is a smoke raisd with the fumo of sighis; She is the hopeful lady of my earth: Being purg'd, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; But woo her, gentle Paris, get her heart, Being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears: My will to her consent is but a part; What is it else? a madness most discreet, An she agree, within her scope of choice A choking gall, and a preserving sweet. Lies my consent and fair according voice. Farewell, my coz.
(Going. This night I hold an old accustom'd feast, Ben.
Soft, I will go along; Whereto I have invited many a guest, And if you leave me yo, you do me wrong. Such as I love; and you, among the store,
Rom. Tut, I have lost myself; I am not here; One more, most welcome, makes my number This is not Romeo, hu's some other where.
Ben.Tell me in sadness, who she is you love. At my poor house, look to behold this night Hom. What, shall I groan, and tell thee? Earthi-trending stars, that make dark licaven Din
Groan? why, no; light: But sadly tell me who.
(will: Such comfort, as do lusty young men feel Rom. Bid a sick man in sadness make his When well apparell’d April on the heel Ah, word ill nr 'd to one that is so ill!
Of limping winter treads, even such delight In sadness, cousin, I do love a woman,
Among fresh female buds shall you this night Ben. ! aim'd so near, when I suppos'd you Inherit at my house; hear all, all see, lov d.
(fair I love. And like her most, whose merit most shall be: Pom. A right good marksman !-- And she's Which, on more view of many, mine being one, Ben. A right fair mark, fair coz, is soouest hit. May stand in number, though in reckoning none. Rom. Well, in that hit, you miss: she'll not Come, go with me;-Go, sirrah; trudge about be hit
'Through fair Verona; find those persons out, With Capid's arrow, she hath Dian's wit: Whose names are written theru Lgives a Paper) And, in strong proof of chastity well arm'd, and to them say, From love's weak childish bow she lives un- My house and welcome on their pleasure stay. harm'd.
[Ercunt CAPULET and Paris She will not stay the siege of loving terms, S-rv. Find them ont, whose names are written Nor hide the encounter of assailing eyes, here? It is written---that the shoemaker should
meddle with his yard,--and the tailor with his
SCENE III. A Room in Capulet's Hous', last, the fisher with his pencil, and the painter with his nets; but I am sent to find those per
Enter LADY Carller and Nurse. Sons, whose names are here writ, and can never la. Cup. Nurse, where's my daughter? call fiad what names the writing person hath here her forth to me. writ. I must to the learned :-In good time. Nurse. Now, by my maidenhead,- at twelve Enter Benvolio and Roueo.
(birdEen. Tut, man! one fire burns out another's I bade her come.-What, lamb? whai, Indyburning,
God forbid !--where's this girl ?-what, Juliei! One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish;
Enter JrLIET. Turn giddy, and be holp'l by backward turning; Jul. How now, who calls? One desperate grief cures with another's lan Nurse.
Your mother. guish:
Madam, I am here, Take thou some new infection to thy eye, What is your will?
[leave awhile, And the rank poison of the old will die.
La. Cap. This is the matter :
-Norse, give Pom. Your plantain leaf is excellent for that. We must talk in secret.-Nurse, come back Ben, For what, I pray thee?
For your broken shin. I have remember'd me, thou shalt hear our Ben. Why, Romeo, art thou mad? man is: Thou know'st my daughter's of a pretty age.
Rom. Not mad, but bound more than a mad Nurse. 'Faith, I can tell her age unwan ho.ir. Shut up in prison, kept without my food, La. Cap. She's not fourteen, Whipp'd, and tormented, and-Good-e'en, good
Till lay fourteen of my teeth, fellow.
(read? And yet, to my teen be it spoken, I have but Serv. God gi' good een.- I pray, sir, can you four,Rom. Ay, mine own fortune in my misery. She is not fourteen : How long is it now
Serv. Perhaps you have learn'd it without To Lammas-tide? book: But, I pray, can you read any thing you
A fortnight, and odd days.
[guage. Nurse. Even or odd, of all days in the year, Pom. Ay, if I know the letters, and the lan- Come Lammas-eve at night, shall she be fourServ. Ye say honestly; Rest you inerry!
teen. Rom. Stay, fellow; I can read. (Roads. Susan and she,-God rest all Christian souls!
Signior Martino, and his wife and daughters; Were of an age.- Well, Susan is with God; County Anselme, and his beauteous sisters ; The She was too good for me: But, as I said, lady widow of Vitruvio; Signior Placentio, and On Lammas eve at night shall she be fourteen; his lovely nieces; Mercutio, and his brother Valen- That shall she, marry; I remember it well. tine; Mine uncle Capulet, his wife and daughters; "Tis since the earthquake now eleven years ; My fair niece, Rosaline; Livia; Signior Valentio, And she was wean'd, --I never shall forget it,and his cousin Tybalt; Lucio, and the lively Of all the days of the year, upon that day; Helena.
For I had then laid wormwood to iny dug, A fair assembly; [Gives back the Note.) Whither Sitting in the sun under the dove-house wall, should they come?
My lord and you were then at Mantua :Serv. Up.
Nay, I do bear a brain :--but, as I said, Rom. Whither?
When it did taste the worm wood on the nipple Serv. To supper; to our house,
Of my dug, and felt it bitter, pretty fool! kom. Whose house?
To see it tetchy, and fall out with the dug. Sery. My master's.
[before. Shake, quoth the dove-house: 'twas no need, I Rom. Indeed, I should have asked you that To bid me trudge.
(troit, Serv. Now I'll tell you without asking: My And since that time it is eleven years : master is the great rich Capulet; and if you be For then she could stand alone; nay, by the rood, not of the house of Montagues, I pray, come She could have run and waddled all about. and crush a cup of wine. Rest you merry: For even the day before, she broke her brow :
Exit. And then my husband-God be with his soul! Ben. At this same ancient feast of Capulet's 'A was a merry man; took up the child: Sups the fair Rosaline, whom thou so lov'st: Yea, quoth he, dost thou fall won thy face? With all the admired beauties of Verona. Thou will fall backuurd, when thn hast more wit; Go thither; and, with unattainted eye, Wilt thou not, Jule? and, by my holy dam, Compare her face with some that I shall show, The pretty wretch left crying, and said-Ay: And I will make thee think thy swan a crow. To see now, how a jest shall come about!
Rom. When the devout religion of mine eye I warrant, an I should live a thousand years, Maintains such falsehood, then turn tears to I never should forget it; Wilt thou noi, Juie i fires !
[die,-- qnoth he: And these, --who, often drown'd, could never And, pretty fool, it stinted, and said-- Ay.
Transparent heretics, be burnt for liars! La. Cap. Enough of this; I pray thee, hold One fairer than my love! the all-seeing sun
[laugh, Ne er saw her match, since first the world begun. Nurse. Yes, madam; Yet I cannot choose bui
Ben. Tut! you saw ber fair, none else being by, To think it should leave crying, and say-dy: Herself pois'd with herself in either eye: And yet, I warrant, it had upon its brow But in those crystal scales, let there be weigh’d A bump as big as a young cockrel's stone; Your lady's love against some other maid A parlous knock; and it cried bitterly. That I will show you, shining at this feast, l'ea, quoth my husband, fall' st upon thy face; And she shall scant show well, that now shows. Thou will full backurd, when thou com'st to age; best.
Wil trou rol, jul ? it stinted, and said - Ay. Rom. I'll go along, no such sight to be shown, Jul. And stiut thou too, I pray thee, ourse, But to rejoice in splendour of mine own.
(to his grace! (Ercunt. Vurst. Peace, I have done, Gull mark thee
Thou wast the prettiest babe that e'er I nurs'd: And soar with them above a common honum. An I might live to see thee married once, Rom. I am too sore enpierced with his shaft, I have my wish.
To soar with his light feathers; and so bound, La. Cap. Marry, that marry is the very theme I cannot bound a pitch above dull woe : I came to talk of:-Tell me, danghter Juliet, Under love's heavy burden do I sink. How stands your disposition to be married ? Mer. And, to sink in it, should you burden love,
Jul. It is an honour that I dream not of. Too great oppression for a tender thing.
Nurse. An honour! were not I thineonly nurse, Rom. Is love a tender thing? it is too rongh, I'd say, thou hadst suck'd wisdom from the teat. Too rude, too boist'rous; and it pricks like thorn.
La. Cap. Well,think of marriage now; younger Mer. If love be rough with you, be rough with Here in Verona, ladies of esteem, (than you,
(downAre made already mothers: by my count, Prick love for pricking, and you beat love I was your mother much upon these years Give me a case to put my visage in: 'That you are now a maid. Thus then, in brief;
(Putting on a Mask. The valiant Paris seeks you for his love. A visor for a visor! what care I,
Nurse. A man, young lady! lady, such a man, What curious eye doth quote deformities? As all the world -- Why, he's a man of wix. Here are the beetle-brows shall blush for me. L. Cap. Verona's summer hath not snch a Ben, Come, knock, and enter: and no sooner flower.
(flower. But every man betake him to his legs. Nurse. Nay, he's a flower; in faith, a very Rom. A torch for me: let wantons, light of la. Cap. What say you? can you love the heart, gentleman ?
Tickle the senseless rushes with their heels; This night you shall behold him at our feast; For I am proverb'd with a grandsire phrase -Read o'er the volume of young Paris' face, I'll be a candle-holder, and look on,And find delight writ there with beauty's pen; The game was ne'er so fair, and I am done. Examine every married lineament,
Mer. Tut! dun's the mouse, the constable's And see how one another lends content:
own word: And what obscur'd in this fair volume lies, If thou art dun, we'll draw thee from the mire Find written in the margin of his eyes. Of this (save reverence) love, wherein thou This precious book of love, this unbound lover, stick'st To beautify him, only lacks a cover: Up to the ears.-Come, we burn day-light, ho. The fish lives in the sea; and 'tis much pride Rom. Nay, that's not so. For fair without the fair within to hide:
I mean, sir, in delay That book in many's eyes doth share the glory, We waste our lights in vain, like lamps by day, That in gold clasps locks in the golden story; Take our good meaning; for our judgment sits So shall you share all that he doth possess, Five times in that, ere once in our five wits. By having him, making yourself no less, Rom. And we mean well, in going to this mask. Nurse. No less ? nay, bigger; women grow But 'tis no wit to go. by men.
Why, may one ask? La. Cap. Speak briefly, can you like of Paris' Rom. I dreamt a dream to-night. Jut. I'll look to like, if looking liking more: Mer.
And so did I. But no more deep will I endart mine eye, Pom. Well, what was yours? Than your consent gives strength to make itfly. Mer.
That dreamers often lie. Enter a Servant.
Rom. In bed asleep, while they do dream Serv. Madam, the guests are come, supper things true.
(you. served up, you called, my young lady asked for, Mer. O, then, I see queen Mab hath been with the nurse cursed in the pantry, and every thing She is the fairies' midwife; and she comes in extremity. I must hence to wait; I beseech In shape no bigger than an agate-stone you, follow straight.
[stays. On the forefinger of an alderman, ia. Cap. We follow thee.-Juliet the county Drawn with a team of little atomies Nurse. Go, girl, seek happy nights to happy Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep: days.
[Exeunt. Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners' legs; SCENE IV. A Street.
The cover, of the wings of grasshoppers:
Tbe traces, of the smallest spider's web; Enter ROMEO, MERCUTIO, BENVOLIO, with five or The collars, of the moonshine's watery beams :
six Maskers, Torch-bearers, and Others. Her whip of cricket's bone; the lash of film: Rom. What, shall this speech be spoke for Her waggoner a small gray-coated gnat, Or shall we on without apology? (our excuse? Not half so big as a ronnd little worin
Ben. The date is out of such prolixity. Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid : We'll have no Cupid hood-wink'd with a scarf, Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut, Bearing a Tartar's painted bow of lath, Made by the joiper squirrel, or old grub, Scaring the ladies like a crow-keeper; Time out of mind the fairies' coach-makers, Nor no without-book prologue, faintly spoke And in this state, she gallops night by night After the prompter, for our entrance : Through lovers' brains, and then they dream of But, let them measure us by what they will, love:
(straight: We'll measure them a measure, and be gone. On courtiers' knees, that dream on court'sies Rome. Give me a torch, -1 am not for this O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on ambling;
fees : Being but heavy, I will bear the light. O'er ladies' lips, who straight on kisses dream; Mer. Nay, gentle Romeo, we must have you Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues, dance.
[shoes, Because their breaths with sweet-ments tainted Rom. Not I, believe me: you have dancing With nimble soles: I have a soul of lead, Sometime she gallops o'er a courtier's nose, So stakes me to the ground, I cannot move. And then dreams he of smelling ont a guit:
Mer. You are a lover; borrow Cupid's wings, And sometimes comes she with a tithe-pig's tsil,