I'll not endure him. 1 Cap. He shall be endur'd; soul What, goodman boy!-I say, he shall ;-Go to;- 1 Cap. indeed? This trick may chance to scath' you;-I know what. [To Juliet. much, Which mannerly devotion shows in this; Rom. Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too? prayer. 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. (1) Do you an injury. (2) A coxcomb. Rom. Then move not, while my prayer's effect Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purg'd. [Kissing her. Jul. Then have my lips the sin that they have took. Rom. Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urg'd! 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, Rom. 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, (1) A collation of fruit, wine, &c. (2) Faith, 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. Jul. A rhyme I learn'd even now Anon, anon: Nurse. Enter Chorus [Exeunt. Now old desire doth in his death bed lie, Alike bewitched by the charm of looks; 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, Temp'ring extremities with extreme sweet. [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. (1) i. e. Himself. Enter Benvolio, and Mercutio. Ben. Romeo! my cousin Romeo! 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! couple but-love and dove; Speak to my gossip Venus one fair word, One nick-name 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, stirreth not, he moveth not; The ape2 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. Is fair and honest, and, in his mistress' name, Ben. Come, he hath hid himself among those trees, To be consorted with the humorous3 night: (1) Alluding to the old ballad of the king and the beggar (2) This phrase in Shakspeare's time was used as an expression of tenderness. (3) Humid, moist. Blind is his love, and best befits the dark. Mer. If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark. Now will he sit under a medlar-tree, And wish his mistress were that kind of fruit, Come, shall we go? [Exeunt. SCENE II-Capulet's garden. Enter Romeo. 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!— O, that she knew she were! She speaks, yet she says nothing; What of that? As daylight doth a lamp; her eye in heaven (1) A votary to the moon, to Diana. |