Tyh. 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. [Exit. [To JULIET, taking her hand. 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 shews 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? Jul. Ay, Pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer. Rom. Oh! 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 prayers' effect I take Thus from my lips, by yours. [Kissing her.] My sin is purg'd. Jul. Then have my lips the sin that they have took. Rom. Sin from my lips! Oh, trespass sweetly urg'd! Give me my sin again. Jul. You kiss by the book. mother craves a word with you. ན Rom. What is her mother? Nurse. Marry, Bachelor! Her mother is the lady of the house, Rom. Jul. What's he, that now is going out of door? Nurse. I know not. Jul. Go, ask his name.-If he be married, 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? Of one I danc'd withal. Nurse. A rime I learn'd even now [One calls within, Juliet. Anon, anon. Come, let's away; the strangers all are gone. [Exeunt. Enter CHORUS. Now old Desire doth in his deathbed lie, And young Affection 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 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, 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. Romeo. AN I go forward, when my heart is here? out. [He climbs the Wall, and leaps down within it. Enter BENVOLIO, and MERCUTIO. Ben. Romeo! my cousin Romeo! 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.- Cry but, Ah me! pronounce but, love and dove; Ben. An if he hear thee, thou wilt anger him. To raise a spirit in his mistress' circle Of some strange nature, letting it there stand Is fair and honest, and, in his mistress' name, 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 he sit under a medlar-tree, And wish his mistress were that kind of fruit Ben. Go, then; for 'tis in vain To seek him here, that means not to be found. [Exeunt. SCENE II. Capulet's Garden. Enter ROMEO. Romeo. 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. That I might touch that cheek! Jul. Ah me! Rom. She speaks! Oh, speak again, bright angel! for thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head, |