Thy heart thou leavest with her, when thou doest hence depart,
And in thy brest inclosed bearst her tender frendly hart.
But if thou rew so much to leave the rest behinde,
With thought of passed joyes content thy uncontented minde;
So shall the mone decrease wherewith thy mind doth melt,
Compared to the heavenly joyes which thou hast often felt.
He is too nyse a weakeling that shrinketh at a showre,
And he unworthy of the sweete, that tasteth not the sowre.
Call now agayne to mynd thy fyrst consuming flame;
How didst thou vainely burne in love of an unloving dame?
Hadst thou not wel nigh wept quite out thy swelling eyne?
Did not thy parts, fordoon with payne, languishe away and pyne?
Those greefes and others like were happly overpast,

And thou in haight of Fortunes wheele well placed at the last!
From whence thou art now falne, that, raysed up agayne,

With greater joy a greater whyle in pleasure mayst thou raigne. Compare the present while with times y-past before,

And thinke that fortune hath for thee great pleasure yet in store. The whilst, this little wrong receve thou patiently,

And what of force must needes be done, that do thou willingly. Folly it is to feare that thou canst not avoyde,

And madnes to desyre it much that cannot be enjoyde.

To geve to Fortune place, not aye deserveth blame,

But skill it is, according to the times thy selfe to frame."
Whilst to this skilfull lore he lent his listning eares,

His sighs are stopt, and stopped are the conduyts of his teares.
As blackest cloudes are chased by winters nimble wynde,
So have his reasons chaced care out of his carefull mynde.

As of a morning fowle ensues an evening fayre,

So banisht hope returneth home to banish his despayre.

Now his affections veale removed from his eyes,

He seeth the path that he must walke, and reason makes him wise. For very shame the blood doth flashe in both his cheekes,

He thankes the father for his love, and farther ayde he seekes.

He sayth, that skilles youth for counsell is unfitte,

And anger oft with hastines are joynd to want of witte;

But sound advise aboundes in hides with horish heares,

For wisdom is by practise wonne, and perfect made by yeares.
But aye from this time forth his ready bending will

Shal be in awe and governed by fryer Lawrences skill.
The governor is now right carefull of his charge,

To whom he doth wisely discoorse of his affayres at large.

He tells him how he shall depart the towne unknowne,

(Both mindeful of his frendes safetie, and carefull of his owne)
How he shall gyde himselfe, how he shall seeke to winne
The frendship of the better sort, how warely to crepe in
The favour of the Mantuan prince, and how he may
Appease the wrath of Escalus, and wipe the fault away;
The choller of his foes by gentle meanes tassuage,
Or els by force and practises to bridle quite theyr rage:
And last he chargeth him at his appoynted howre
To goe with manly mery cheere unto his ladies bowre;

So wholy into thine transformed is my hart,

That even as oft, as I do thinke that thou and I shall part,
So oft, methinkes, my lyfe withdrawes it selfe awaye,
Which I retaine to no end els but to the end I may
In spite of all thy foes thy present partes enjoye,
And in distres to beare with thee the half of thine annoye.
Wherefore, in humble sort, Romeus, I make request,
If ever tender pity yet were lodgde in gentle brest,
O, let it now have place to rest within thy hart;
Receve me as thy servant, and the fellow of thy smart:
Thy absence is my death, thy sight shall geve me lyfe.
But if perhaps thou stand in dred to lead me as a wyfe,
Art thou all counsellesse? canst thou no shift devise?
What letteth but in other weede I may my selfe disguyse?
What, shall I be the first? hath none done so ere this,

To scape the bondage of theyr frends? thyselfe can aunswer,

yes.

Or dost thou stand in doute that I thy wife ne can

By service pleasure thee as much, as may thy hyred man?

Or is my loyalte of both accompted lesse?

Perhaps thou fearst lest I for gayne forsake thee in distresse.
What! hath my bewty now no powre at all on you,

Whose brightnes, force, and prayse, sometime up to the skyes you blew ?

My teares, my friendship and my pleasures donne of olde,

Shall they be quite forgote in dede?"-When Romeus dyd behold The wildnes of her looke, her cooller pale and ded,

The woorst of all that might betyde to her, be gan to dred;

And once agayne he dyd in armes his Juliet take,

And kist her with a loving kysse, and thus to her he spake:
Ah Juliet, (quoth he) the mistres of my hart,

For whom, even now, thy servant doth abyde in dedly smart,
Even for the happy dayes which thou desyrest to see,

And for the fervent frendships sake that thou dost owe to mee,.
At once these fansies vayne out of thy mynd roote out,
Except, perhaps, unto thy blame, thou fondly go about
To hasten forth my death, and to thine owne to ronne,

Which Natures law and wisdoms lore teach every wight to shonne.
For, but thou change thy mynde, (I do foretell the end)
Thou shalt undoo thyselfe for aye, and me thy trusty frend.
For why-thy absence knowne, thy father will be wroth,
And in his rage so narowly he will pursue us both,

That we shall trye in vayne to scape away by flight,

And vainely seeke a loorking place to hyde us from his sight. Then we, found out and caught, quite voyde of strong defence, Shall cruelly be punished for thy departure hence;

I as a ravisher, thou as a careles childe,

I as a man that doth defile, thou as a mayde defilde;

Thinking to lead in ease a long contented life,

Shall short our dayes by shamefull death:-but if, my loving wife, Thou banish from thy mynde two foes that counsell hath, (That wont to hinder sound advise) rashe hastines and wrath;

If thou be bent to obey the love of reasons skill,

And wisely by her princely powre suppresse rebelling will,
If thou our safetie seeke, more then thine own delight,

(Since suretie standes in parting, and thy pleasures growe of sight) Forbeare the cause of joy, and suffer for a while,

So shall I safely live abrode, and safe torne from exile:

So shall no slanders blot thy spotles life distayne,

So shall thy kinsmen be unstyrd, and I exempt from payne.

And thinke thou not, that aye the cause of care shall last;

These stormy broyles shall over-blowe, much like a winters blast.
For Fortune chaungeth more then fickel fantasie;

In nothing Fortune constant is save in unconstancie.
Her hasty ronning wheele is of a restless coorse,

That turnes the clymers hedlong downe, from better to the

woorse,

And those that are beneth she heaveth up agayne:

So we shall rise to pleasures mount, out of the pit of payne.
Ere foure monthes overpasse, such order will I take,

And by my letters and my frendes such meanes I mynd to make,
That of my wandring race ended shal be the toyle,

And I cald home with honor great unto my native soyle.

But if I be condemned to wander still in thrall,

I will returne to you, mine owne, befall what may befall.
And then by strength of frendes, and with a mighty hand,
From Verone will I carry thee into a foreign lande;
Not in mans weede disguysd, or as one scarcely knowne,
But as my wife and only feere, in garment of thyne owne.
Wherefore represse at once the passions of thy hart,

And where there is no cause of greefe, cause hope to heale thy

smart.

For of this one thyng thou mayst well assured bee,

That nothing els but onely death shall sunder me from thee."

The reasons that he made did seeme of so great waight,

And had with her such force, that she to him gan aunswere

straight:

"Deere Syr, nought els wish I but to obey your will;

But sure where so you go, your hart with me shall tarry still,
As signe and certaine pledge, tyll here I shall you see,
Of all the powre that over you yourselfe did graunt to me;
And in his stead take myne, the gage of my good will.-
One promesse crave I at your hand, that graunt me to fulfill;
Fayle not to let me have, at fryer Lawrence hand,

The tydinges of your health, and howe your doutfull case shall

stand.

And all the wery whyle that you shall spend abrode,

Cause me from time to time to know the place of your abode." His eyes did gush out teares, a sigh brake from his brest,

When he did graunt and with an othe did vowe to kepe the hest..
Thus these two lovers passe awaye the wery night,

In payne and plaint, not as they wont, in pleasure and delight.
But now, somewhat too soone, in farthest east arose
Fayre Lucifer, the golden starre that lady Venus chose;

Whose course appoynted is with spedy race to ronne,
A messenger of dawning daye, and of the rysing sonne.
Then fresh Aurora with her pale and silver glade

Did cleare the skies, and from the earth had chased ougly shade.
When thou ne lookest wide, ne closely dost thou winke,

When Phoebus from our hemisphere in westerne wave doth sinke,
What cooler then the heavens do shew unto thine eyes,
The same, or like, saw Romeus in farthest easterne skies.
As yet he sawe no day, ne could he call it night,

With equall force decreasing darke fought with increasing light.
Then Romeus in armes his lady gan to folde,

With frendly kisse, and ruthfully she gan her knight beholde. With solemne othe they both theyr sorrowfull leave do take; They sweare no stormy troubles shall theyr steady friendship

shake.

Then carefull Romeus agayne to cell retoornes,

And in her chaumber secretly our joyles Juliet moornes.
Now hugy cloudes of care, of sorow, and of dread,

The clearnes of theyr gladsome harts hath wholy overspread.
When golden-crested Phœbus bosteth him in skye,

And under earth, to scape revenge, his dedly foe doth flye,
Then hath these lovers day an ende, theyr night begonne,
For eche of them to other is as to the world the sonne.
The dawning they shall see, ne sommer any more,

But black-faced night with winter rough ah! beaten over sore.
The wery watch discharged did hye them home to slepe,
The warders, and the skowtes were charged theyr place and
course to kepe,

And Verone gates awide the porters had set open.

When Romeus had of hys affayres with fryer Lawrence spoken,
Warely he walked forth, unknowne of frend or foe,

Clad like a merchant venterer, from top even to the toe.
He spurd apace, and came, withouten stoppe or stay,

To Mantua gates, where lighted downe, he sent his man away
With woordes of comfort to his old afflicted syre;

And straight, in mynde to sojourne there, a lodging doth he hyre, And with the nobler sort he doth himselfe acquaynt,

And he of his open wrong receaved the duke doth heare his playnt.
He practiseth by frendes for pardon of exile;

The whilst, he seeketh every way his sorowes to begyle.
But who forgets the cole that burneth in his brest?
Alas! his cares denye his hart the sweete desyred rest;
No time findes he of myrth, he fyndes no place of joy,
But every thing occasion gives of sorowe and annoye.
For when in toorning skies the heavens lamps are light,
And from the other hemisphere fayre Phoebus chaseth night,
When every man and beast hath rest from paynefull toyle,
Then in the brest of Romeus his passions gin to boyle.
Then doth he wet with teares the cowche whereon he lyes,
And then his sighs the chaumber fill, and out aloude he cries
Against the restles starres in rolling skies that raunge,
Against the fatall sisters three, and Fortune full of chaunge.

Eche night a thousand times he calleth for the day,
He thinketh Titans restles steedes of restines do stay;
Or that at length they have some bayting place found out,
Or, gyded yll, have lost theyr way and wandered farre about.
While thus in ydell thoughts the wery time he spendeth,

The night hath end, but not with night the plaint of night he endeth.

Is he accompanied? is he in place alone?

In cumpany he wayles his harme, apart he maketh mone:

For if his feeres rejoyce, what cause hath he to joy,

That wanteth still his cheefe delight, while they theyr loves enjoye?

But if with heavy cheere they shew their inward greefe,

He wayleth most his wretchednes that is of wretches cheefe.
When he doth heare abrode the prayse of ladies blowne,
Within his thought he scorneth them, and doth prefer his owne.
When pleasant songes he heares, wheile others do rejoyce,
The melodye of musicke doth styrre up his mourning voyce.
But if in secret place he walke some where alone,
The place itselfe and secretnes redoubleth all his mone.
Then speakes he to the beastes, to feathered fowles and trees,
Unto the earth, the cloudes, and what so beside he sees.
To them he sheweth his smart, as though they reason had,
Eche thing may cause his heavines, but nought may make him
glad.

And wery of the world agayne he calleth night,

The sunne he curseth, and the howre when first his eyes saw light. And as the night and day theyr course do enterchaunge,

So doth our Romeus nightly cares for cares of day exchaunge. In absence of her knight the lady no way could

Kepe trewce betweene her greefes and her, though nere so fayne she would;

And though with greater payne she cloked sorowes smart,
Yet did her paled face disclose the passions of her hart.
Her sighing every howre, her weeping every where,

Her recheles beede of meate, of slepe, and wearing of her geare.
The carefull mother markes; then of her helth afrayde,
Because the greefes increased still, thus to her child she sayde:
"Deere daughter, if you shoulde long languishe in this sort,
I stand in doute that over-soone your sorowes will make short
Your loving father's life and myne, that love you more
Than our owne propre breth and lyfe. Brydel henceforth therefore
Your greefe and payne, yourselfe on joy your thought to set,
For time it is that now you should our Tybalts death forget.
Of whom since God hath clay md the life that was but lent,
He is in blisse, ne is there cause why you should thus lament;
You cannot call him backe with teares and shrikinges shrill:
It is a falt thus still to grudge at Gods appoynted will."
The seely soule hath now no longer powre to fayne,

No longer could she hide her harme, but auns wered thus agayne,
With heavy broken sighes, with visage pale and ded:

"Madame, the last of Tybalts teares a great while since I shed;