Come hither, cover'd with an antick face, 1 Cap. Why, how now, kinsman? wherefore storm you so? Tyb. Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe; Tyb. 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! 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, Rom. 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, 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; Being held a foe, he may not have access 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; Speak to my gossip Venus one fair word, 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: 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, That thou her maid art far more fair than she: And none but fools do wear it; cast it off.- O, that she knew she were! She speaks, yet she says nothing; What of that? I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks: 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! |