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Come hither, cover'd with an antick face,
To fleer and scorn at our solemnity:
Now, by the stock and honour of my kin,
To strike him dead I hold it not a sin.

1 Cap. Why, how now, kinsman? wherefore storm you so?

Tyb. Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe;
A villain, that is hither come in spite,
To scorn at our solemnity this night.
1 Cap. Young Romeo is't?

Tyb.
'Tis he, that villain Romeo.
1 Cap. Content thee, gentle coz, let him alone,
He bears him like a portly gentleman:
And, to say truth, Verona brags of him,
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 disparagement:
Therefore be patient, take no note of him,
It is my will; the which if thou respect,
Show a fair presence, and put off these frowns,
An ill beseeming semblance for a feast.

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

1 Cap.

He shall be endur'd; What, goodman boy?-I say, he shall;-Go to:Am I the master here, or you? go to.

You'll not endure him!-God shall mend my soul

You'll make a mutiny among my guests!
You will set cock-a-hoop! you'll be the man!
Tyb. Why, uncle, 'tis a shame.

1 Cap. Go to, go to. You are a saucy boy :-Is't so, indeed? This trick may chance to scath you :-I know what.

You must contrary me! marry, 'tis timeWell 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. Tyb. Patience perforce with wilful choler

meeting [ing. Makes my flesh tremble in their different greetI will withdraw: but this intrusion shall, Now seeming sweet, convert to bitter gall.

[Exit.

Rom. If I profane with my unworthy hand [To JULIET. This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss. Jul. Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much,

Which mannerly devotion shows in this; For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch,

And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss. Rom. Have not saints lips, and holy palmers

too?

[prayer. Jul. Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in Rom. O then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do;

They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.

Jul. Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake.

Rom. Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take.

Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purg'd.

[Kissing her. Jul. Then have my lips the sin that they have

took. (urg'd! Rom. Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly Give me my sin again.

Jul.

You kiss by the book. Nurse. Madam, your mother craves a word

with you.

Rom. What is her mother?

Nurse.

Marry, bachelor!

Her mother is the lady of the house,
And a good lady, and a wise and virtuous:
I nurs'd her daughter, that you talk'd withal:
I tell you, he, that can lay hold of her,
Shall have the chinks.

Rom.
Is she a Capulet?
O dear account! my life is my foe's debt.
Ben. Away, begone; the sport is at the best.
Rom. Ay, so I fear; the more is my unrest.
1 Cap. Nay, gentlemen, prepare not to be gone;
We have a trifling foolish banquet towards.-
Is it e'en so? Why, then I thank you all;
I thank you, honest gentlemen; good night:-

More torches here!-Come on, then let's to bed. Ah, sirrah [To 2 Cap.], by my fay, it waxes late; I'll to my rest. [Exeunt all but JULIET and Nurse. Jul, Come hither, nurse: What is yon gentleman?

Nurse. The son and heir of old Tiberio.

Jul. What's he, that now is going out of door? Nurse. Marry, that, I think, be young Petruchio.

Jul. What's he, that follows there, that would not dance?

Nurse. I know not.

Jul. 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; The only son of your great enemy.

Jul. My only love sprung from my only hate! Too early seen unknown, and known too late! Prodigious birth of love it is to me, That I must love a loathed enemy. Nurse. What's this? what's this?

Jul.

A rhyme I learn'd even now Of one I danc'd withal. [One calls within, Juliet.

Anon, anon:

Nurse. Come, let's away; the strangers all are gone.

Enter CHORUS.

[Exeunt.

Now old desire doth in his deathbed lie,
And young affection gapes to be his heir;
That fair, which love groan'd for, 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 suppos'd 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, ber means much less
To meet her new-beloved any where:
But passion lends them power, time means to

meet,

Temp'ring extremities with extreme sweet.

VOL. VIII.

K

[Exit.

ACT II.

SCENE I. An open Place, adjoining Capulet's Garden.

Enter ROMEO.

Rom. 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!

Mer. He is wise; And, on my life, hath stolen him home to bed. Ben. He ran this way, and leap'd this orchard

wall:

Call, good Mercutio.

Mer. Nay, I'll conjure too.Romeo! humours! madman! passion! lover! Appear thou in the likeness of a sigh,

Speak but one rhyme, and I am satisfied;
Cry but-Ah me! pronounce but-love and
dove;

Speak to my gossip Venus one fair word,
One nickname for her purblind son and heir,
Young Adam Cupid, he that shot so trim,
When king Cophetua lov'd the beggar-maid.-
He heareth not, he stirreth not, he moveth not;
The ape is dead, and I must conjure him.-
I conjure thee by Rosaline's bright eyes,
By her high forehead, and her scarlet lip,
By her fine foot, straight leg, and quivering thigh,
And the demesnes 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

To raise a spirit in his mistress' circle

Of some strange nature, letting it there stand Till she had laid it, and conjur'd it down; That were some spite my invocation

Is fair and honest, and, in his mistress' name, I conjure only but to raise up him.

Ben. Come, he hath hid himself among those trees,

To be consorted with the humorous night:
Blind is bis love, and best befits the dark.

Mer. If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark: Now will be sit under a medlar tree,

And wish his mistress were that kind of fruit, As 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 sleep:

Come, shall we go?

Ben. Go, then; for 'tis in vain To seek him here, that means not to be found.

SCENE II. Capulet's Garden.

Enter ROMEO.

[Exeunt.

Rom. He jests at scars, that never felt a wound.

[JULIET appears above, at a Window: But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?

It is the east, and Juliet is the sun!

Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
Who is already sick and pale with grief,

That thou her maid art far more fair than she:
Be not her maid, since she is envious;
Her vestal livery is but sick and green,

And none but fools do wear it; cast it off.-
It is my lady; O, it is my love':

O, that she knew she were!

She speaks, yet she says nothing; What of that?
Her eye discourses, I will answer it.

I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks:
Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,
Having some business, do entreat her eyes
To twinkle in their spheres till they return.
What if her eyes were there, they in her head?
The brightness of her cheek would shame those

stars,

As daylight doth a lamp; her eye in heaven Would through the airy region stream so bright, That birds would sing, and think it were not

night.

See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand!
O, that I were a glove upon that hand,
That I might touch that cheek!

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