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He shall be endured ;
Go to, go to;
1_I know what. You must contrary me! marry, 'tis time Well said, my hearts :-you are a princox; go :Be quiet, or -More light, more light, for shame ! I'll make you quiet: what !--cheerly, my hearts.
Ty. Patience perforce with wilful choler meeting, Makes
my flesh tremble in their different greeting. I will withdraw; but this intrusion shall, Now seeming sweet, convert to bitter gall. [Exit. Ro. If I profane with my unworthiest hand
[to Juliet. This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this :My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand
To smoothe that rough touch with a tender kiss. Ju. Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too
much, Which mannerly devotion shows in this ;
i Do you an injury.
For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch,
And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.
They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.
[kissing her. Ju. Then have my lips the sin that they have
You kiss by the book.1
Is she a Capulet?
Ben. Away; begone : the sport is at the best.
1 Cap. Nay, gentlemen, prepare not to be gone;
Ju. Come hither, nurse : what is yon gentleman?
not dance ? Nurse. I know not.
Ju. Go, ask his name: if he be married, My grave is like to be my wedding bed.
Nurse. His name is Romeo, and a Montague;
Ju. My only love sprung from my only hate!
A rhyme I learn'd even now
Of one I danced withal.
[one calls within, Juliet.'] Nurse.
Anon, anon :-
Now old desire doth in his death-bed lie,
gapes to be his heir ; That fair, for which love groan'd for, and would
die, With tender Juliet match'd, is now not fair. Now Romeo is beloved, and loves again,
Alike bewitched by the charm of looks ; But to his foe supposed he must complain, And she steal love's sweet bait from fearful
hooks : Being held a foe, he may not have access
To breathe such vows as lovers use to swear; And she as much in love, her means much less
To meet her new-beloved any where : But passion lends them power, time means to
meet, Tempering extremities with extreme sweet. [Erit.
An open place, adjoining Capulet's garden.
Ro. Can I go forward, when my heart is here? Turn back, dull earth, and find thy centre out.
[he climbs the wall, and leaps down within it.
Enter BENVOLIO and MERCUTIO.
Ben. Romeo ! my cousin Romeo !
He is wise;
Nay, I'll conjure too.
1 In allusion to the old ballad of the king and the beggar.