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And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.
ACT II. Rom, Have not suints lips, and holy palmers too? Jul Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer. SCENE 1.- An open Place, adjoining Capulet's Gars Rom. O then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do ;
den. Enter Romeo. They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.
Romeo. Jul. Saints do not move, though grant for prayers'
CAN I go forward, when my heart is here? sake.
Turn back, dull earth, and find thy centre out. Rom. Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take.
(He climbs the wall, and leaps down within it. Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purg'd.
Enter Benvolio, and Mercutio. Jul. Then have my lips the sin that they have took.
Ben. Romeo! my cousin Romco ! Rom, Sin froin my lips? O trespass sweetly urg'd 11
He is wise; Give me my sin again.
And, on my life, hath stolen him home to bed.
ri Nurse. Madam, your mother craves a word with you.
Call, good Mercutio. Rom. What is her mother?
Nay, I'll conjure too. Nurse.
Marry, bachelor, Romeo ! humours ! madmap! passion I love Her mother is the lady of the house,
Appear thou in the likeness of a sigh, And a good iady, and a wise, and virtuous :
Speak but one rhyme, and I am satisfied ; I nurs'd her daughter, that you talk'd withal;
Cry but-Ah me! couple but-love and dure; I tell you,-he, that can lay hold of her,
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, dear account ! my life is my foe's debt.
When king Copbetua lov'd the beggar-maid. Ben. Away, begone; the sport is at the besta He heareth not, stirreth not, he moveth not ; Rom. Ay, so I fear; the more is my unrest. The ape is dead, and I must conjure him.
1 Cap. Nay, gentleinen, prepare not to be gone; I conjure thee by Rosaline's bright eyes, We have a trifling foolish banquet towards.
By her high forehead, and ber scarlet lip, Is it e'en so? Why, then I thank you all;
By her fine foot, straight leg, and quivering thigla,
Jul. Come hither, nurse: What is yon gentleman? To raise a spirit in his mistress' circle
Of some strange nature, letting it there stand
I conjure only but to raise up him.
Ben. Come, he hath hid himself among those trees, Jul. Go, ask his name :-if he be married,
To be consorted with the humorous night: My grave is like to be my wedding-bed.
Blind is his love, and best befits the dark.
Now will he sit under a medlar tree,
Romeo, good night:-I'll to my truckle-bed;
This field-bed is too cold for me to sleep:
Come, shall we go?
Go, then ; for 'tis in vain of one I danc'd withal. [One calls within, Juliet. To seek him here, that means not to be found. [Exe. Nurse.
Anon, anon :-
SCENE 11.-Capulet's Garden. Enter Romeo.
[Exeunt. Enter Chorus
Rom. He jests at scars, that never felt a wound.
[Juliet appears above, at a window. Now old desire doth in his death-bed lie,
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks! And young affeetion gapes to be his heir;
It is the east, and Juliet is the sun That fair, which love groan'd for, and would die, Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, - With tender Juliet match'd, is now not fair, Who is already sick and pale with grief, Now Romeo is belov'd, and loves again,
That thou her maid art far more fair than she: Alike bewitched by the charin of looks ;
Be not her maid, since she is envious;
Her vestal livery is but sick and green,
It is my lady ; 0, it is my love:
Her eye discourses, I will answer it-
Having some business, do entrent her eyes
My life were better ended by their hate,
Than death prorogued, wanting of thy love.
He lent me counsel, and I lent him eyes.
I would adventure for such merchandize.
Jul. Thou know'st, the mask of night is on my face; That I might touch that cheek!
Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek, Jul.
Ah ine !
For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night Rom.
She speaks : Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny 0, speak again, bright angel! for thou art
What I have spoke; But farewell compliinent! As glorious to this night, being o'er my head, Dost thou love me? I know, thou wilt say-dy; As is a winged messenger of heaven
And I will take thy word: yet, if thou swear'sl, Unto the white-upturned wond'ring eyes
Thou may'st prore false : at lovers' perjuries, of mortals, that fall back to gaze on him,
They say, Jove laughs. O, gentle Romeo, When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds,
If thou dust love, pronounce it faithfully:
Or if thou think'st I ain too quickly won,
So thou wilt woo* but, else, not for the world.
In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond; And I'll no longer be a Capulet.
And therefore thou may'st think my haviour light; Rom. Shall I hear møre, or shall I speak at this? But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true
(Aside. Than those that have more cumming to be strange. Jul. 'Tis but thy name, that is my enemy; 1 should have been more strange, I must confess, 'Thou art thyself though, not a Montague.
But that thou overheard'st, ere I was 'ware, What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot,
My true love's passion : therefore pardon ine; Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part
And not impute this yielding to light love, Belonging to a man. O, be some other name ! Which the dark night hath so discovered. What's in a name that which we call a rose,
Rom. Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear, By any other name would smell as sweet;
That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops, So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd,
Jul. O,swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon Retain that dear perfection which he owes,
That monthly changes in her circled orh, Without that title :-Romeo, doff thy name ; Lest that thy love prove likewise variable. And for that name which is no part of thee,
Rom. What shall I swear by ? Take all myself.
Do not swear at all; Rom. I take thee at thy word:
Or if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious selt, Cali me but love, and I'll be new baptiz'd;
Which is the god of my idolatry, Henceforth I never will be Romeo.
And I'll believe thee, Jut. What man art thou, that, thus bescreend in Rom.
If my heart's dear love. night,
Jul. Well, do not swear: Although I joy in thee, So știțmblest on my counsel ?
o' I have no joy of this contract to-night: Rom. By a name
It is too rash. too unadvis V, too sudden; I know not how to tell thee who I am:
Too like the lightning, which doth close to be, My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself,
Ere one can say-It lightens. Sweet, good night! Because it is an enemy to thee ;
This bud of love, by summer's ripening brenth, Had I jt written, I would tear the word.
May prove a beauteous flower when next we meeta
Good-night, good-night! as sweet repose and rest
Rom. O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied ?
Rom. Wouldst thou withdraw it? for what purpose
Jul. But to be frank, and give it thee again. For stony limits cannot hold love out :
And yet I wish but for the thing I have: And what love can do, that dares love attempt ; My bounty is as boundless as the sea, Therefore thy kimsmen are no led to me.
My love as deep; the more I give to thee, Jul. If they do see thee, they will munier thee. The more I trave, for both are infinite.
Rom, Alack! there lies more peril in thine eye,
Anon, good norse !-Sweet Mohtague, be true.
Being in night, all this is but a dream,
[Nurse calls within
Re-enter Juliet, above.
The day to cheer, and night's dank dew to dry, Jul. Three words, dear Romeo, and good-night, in I must up-fill this osier cage of ours, deed.
With baleful weeds, and precious-juiced flowers, If that thy bent of love be honourable,
The earth, that's nature's mother, is lier tomb:
And from ber womb children of divers kind
Many for many virtues excellent,
O, mickle is the powerful grace, that lies
For nought so vile that on the earth doth live,
But to the earth some special good doth give;
Nor anght so good, but, strain'd fiom that fair use, To cease thy suit, and leave me to my grief:
Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse:
Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied;
And vice sometinie 's by action dignified.
For this, being smelt, with that part cheers each part; Love goes toward love, as school-boys from their books ; | Being tasted, slays all senses with the heart. But love from lore, toward schoot with heavy looks. Two such opposer foes encamp them still
[Retiring slowly. In man as well as herbs. grace, and rude will;
And, where the worser is predominant,
Rom. Good morrow, father!
Benedicite! With repetition of my Romeo's name.
What early tongue so sweet saluteth me?Ron. It is my soul, that calls upon my name: Young son, it argues a distemper'd head, How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night, So soon to bid good morrow to thy bed: Like softest music to attending cars !
Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye,
And where care lodges, sleep will never lie;
But where unbruised youth with unstuff'd brain Jul
At what o'clock to-morrow Doth couch his limbs, there golden sleep doth reign : Shall I send to thee?
Therefore thy earliness doch me assure,
Thou art up-rousd by some distemp?rature;
Our Romeo hath not been in bed to-night.
Jul. I shall forget, to have thee still stand there, Fri. God pardon sin! wast thou with Rosaline? Rememb'ring how I love thy company.
Rom. With Rosaline, my ghostly father ? no; Rom. And I'll still stay, to have thee still forget, I have forgot that name, and that name's woe. Forgetting any other home but this.
Fri. That's my good son: But where bast thon been Jul. 'Tis almost morning, I would have thee gone: then ? And yet no further than a wanton's bird;
Rom. I'll tell thee, ere thou ask it me again. Who lets it hop a little from her hand,
I have been feasting with mine enemy; Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves,
Where, on a sudden, one hath wounded me, And with a silk thread plucks it back again,
That's by me wounded; both our remedies So loving-jealous of his liberty.
Within thy help and holy physie lies : Rom. I would, I were thy bird.
I bear no hatred, blessed man; for, lo, Jul.
Sweet, so would I ; | My intercession likewise steads my foe. Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing.
Fri. Be plain, good son, and homely in thy drift ; Good-night, good-night! parting is such sweet sorrow, Riddling confession finds but riddling shrift. That I shail say-good-night, till it be morrow. [Exit. Rom. Then plainly know. my heart's dear love is set Rom. Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy | On the fair daughter of rich Capulet: breast !
As mine on hers, so hers is set on mine; -'Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest! And all combin'd, save what thou niust combine Hence will I to my ghostly father's cell;
By holy marriage: When, and where, and how, His help to crave, and my dear hap to tell.
[E.rit. We met, we wood, and made exchange of vow,
I'll tell thee as we pass; but this I pray,
That thou consent to marry us this day.
Fri. Holy saint Francis! what a change is here! Fri. The grey-ey'd morni sıniles on the frowning | Is Rosaline, whom thou didst love so dear, night,
So soon forsaken? young men's love tben lies Checkering the eastern clouds with streaks of light; Not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes. And ficked darkness like a drunkard reels
Jesu Maria! what a deal of brine From forth day's path-way, made by 'Titan's wheels:
Hath washil thy sallow cheeks for Rosaline ! Now ere the sun advance his burnin eye,
How much salt water thrown away in waste,
To season love, that of it doth not taste!
but a kitchen-wench ;-marry, she had a better lore The sun not yet thy sighs from heaven clears, to berhyme ber; Dido, a dowdy; Cleopatra, a gipsy; Thy old groans ring yet in my ancient ears;
Helon and Hero, hildings and harlots ; Thisbe, a grey Lo, here upon thy cheek the stain doth sit
ege or so, but not to the purposteSignior Romeo, ben of an old tear that is not wash'd oft yet.
jour! there's a French salutation to your French slop. ve'er thou wast thyself, and these woes thine, You gave us the counterfeit fairly last night. Thou and these woes were all for Rosaline ; .
Rom. Good-morrow to you both. What counter
Mer. The slip, sir, the slip; Can you not conceive?
Not in a grave, Mer. That's as much as to say—such a case as yours To lay one in, another out to have.
constrains a man to bow in the hams. Rom. I pray thee, chide not: she, whom I love now, Rom. Meaning-to court'sy. Doth grace for grace, and love for love ailow:
Mer. Thou hast most kindly hit it.
Rom. A most courteous exposition.
Mer. Nay, I am the very pink of courtesy.
Rom. Why, then is my pamp well flowered For this alliance may so happy prove,
Mer. Well said: Follow me this jest now, till there To turn your households' rancour to pure love.
hast worn out thy pump; that, when the single sole Roin. O, let us hence; I stand on sudden haste.
of it is worn, the jest may remain after the wearing, Fri. Wisely, and slow; They stumble, that run fast. | solely singular.
[Exeunt. Rom. O single-soled jest, solely singular for the siz
gleness! SCENE IV.-A Street. Enter Benvolio and Mer.
Mer. Come between us, good Benvolio; my wits fail cutio.
Rom. Switch and spurs, switch and spars; or 11 ay Mer. Where the devil should this Romeo be?
a match. Came he not home to-night?
Mer. Nay, if thy wits rub the wild-goose chase; I Ben. Not to his father's; I spoke with his man. have done ; for thou hast more of the wild-gpose in Mer. Ah, that syme pale hard-hearted wench, that
one of thy wits, than, I am sure, I have in whole Rosaline,
five: Was I with you there for the goose ? Torments him so, that he will sure run mad.
Rom. Thou wast never with me for any thing, when Ben. Tybalt, the kinsman of old Capulet,
thou wast not there for the goose. Hath sent a letter to his father's house.
Mer. I will bite thee by the ear for tiat jest Mer. A challenge, on my life.
Rom. Nay, good goose, bite not. Ben. Romeo will answer it.
Mer. Thay wit is a very bitter sweeting ; it is a most Mer. Any man, that can write, may answer a letter.
sharp sauce. Ben, Nay, he will answer the letter's master, how he
Rom. And is it not well served in to a swext goose! dares, being dared.
Mer. O, here's a wit of cheverel, that stretches Mer. Alas, poor Romeo, he is already dead! stabbed
from an inch narrow to an ell broad! with a white wench's black eye; shot thorough the ear
Rom. I stretch it out for that word-brond; which with a love-song: the very pin of his heart cleft with
added to the goose, proves thee far and wide a broad the blind bow-boy's butt-shaft; And is be a man to en
goose. counter Tybalt?
Mer. Why, is not this better now, than groaning for
love? now art thou sociable, now art thou Romeo; DOT he is the courageous captain of compliments : be fights for this drivelling love is like a great natural, ebas as you sing prick-song, keeps time, distance, and pro
runs lolling up and down to hide his baoble in a hole portion; rests me his minim rest, one, two, and the
Ben. Stop there, stop there. third in your bosom : the very butcher of a silk button,
Mer. Thou desirest me to stop in my tale against a duellist, a duellist; a gentleman of the rery first
the hair. house,--of the first and second cause: Ah, the immor
Ben. Thou would'st else have made thy tale large tal passado! the punto reverso! the hay !
Mer. O, thou art deceived, I would have made it Ben. The what?
short: for I was come to the whole depth of my cake: Mer. The pox of such antic, lisping, affecting fan
and meant, indeed, to occupy the argument no longer. tasticoes; these new tuners of accents !-By Jesu, a
Rom. Here's goodly geer! very good blade! very tall man!-a very good poliore !-Why, is not this a lamentable thing, grand
Enter Nurse and Peter. sire, that we should be thus afflicted with these strange
Mer. A sail, a sail, a sail ! flies, these fashion-mongers, these pardonnez-moys,
Ben. Two, two; a shirt, and a smock. who stand so much on the new form, that they cannot
Nurse. Peter! sit at ease on the old bench? O, their bons, their bons !
Nurse. My fan, Peter.
Mer. Without his rve, like a dried herring :-o flesh, her fan's the fairer of the two.
Nurse. Is it good den?
And there she shall at friar Laurence' cell Mer. 'Tis no less, I tell you: for the bawdy hand Be shriv'd, and married. Here is for thy pains. of the dial is now upon the prick of noon.
Nurse. No, truly, sir ; not a penny. Nurse. Out upon you ! what a man are you? Rom. Go to ; I say, you shall.
Rom. One, gentlewoman, that God hath made him Nurse. This afternoon, sir? Well, she shall be there. self to mar.
Rom. And stay, good nurse, behind the abbey-wall: Nurse. By my troth, it is well said ;--For himself Within this hour my man shall be with thee; to mar, quoth 'a?-Gentlemen, can any of you tell me And bring thee cords made like a tackled stair; where I may find the young Romeo ?
Which to the high top-gallant of my joy Rom. I can tell you ; but young Romeo will be old Must be my convoy in the secret night. or when you have found him, than he was when you Farewell!-Be trusty, and I'll quit thy pains. sought him: I am the youngest of that name, for Farewell !-commend me to thy mistress. 'fault of a worse.
Nurse. Now God in heaven bless thee !-Hark you, Nurse. You say well.
sir. Mer. Yea, is the worst well ? Very well took, i'faith; Rom. What say'st thou, my dear nurse? wisely, wisely.
Nurse. Is your man secret ? Did you ne'er hear say Nurse. If you be he, sir, I desire some confidence-Two may keep counsel, putting one away?
Rom. I warrant thee; my man's as true as steel. Ben. She will indite him to some supper.
Nurse. Well, sir; my mistress is the sweetest lady Mer. A bawd, a bawd, a lawd ! So ho!
- Lord, lord !-when 'twas a little prating thing --1,Rom. What hast thou found ?
there's a nobleman in town, one Paris, that would fain Mer. No hare, sir; unless a hare, sir, in a lenten | lay knife aboard; but she, gond soul, had as lieve seea pie, that is son.ething stale and hoar ere it be spent.
toad, a very toad, as see him. I anger her sometimes, An old hare hoar,
and tell her, that Paris is the properer man; but, I'll And ail old hore hoar,
warrant you, when I say sc, she looks as pale as any Is very good meat in lent :
clout in the varsal world. Doth not rosemary and But a hare that is hoar,
Romeo begin both with a letter?
Rom. Ay, nurse; What of tbat? both with an R.
Nurse. Ah, mocker! that's the dog's name. Ris for
the dog. No; I know it begins with some other letter: Romeo, will you come to your father's? we'll to din- and she hath the prettiest se'ntentious of it, of you and Ber thither.
rosemary, that it would do you good to hear it. Rom. I will follow you.
Rom. Commend me to thy lady.
[Erit. Mer. Farewell, ancient lady; farewell, lady, lady, Nurse. Ay, a thousand times.-Peter ! lady.
[Excunt Mercutio and Benvolio. Pet. Anon? Nurse. Marry, farewell !- I pray you, sir, what sau Nurse. Peter, take my fan, and go before. (E seunt. ey merchant was this, that was so full of his ropery?
Rom. A gentleman, nurse, that loves to hear hin. SCENE V.-Capulet's Garden. Enter Juliet. self talk; and will speak more in a minute, than be Jul. The clock struck nine, when I did send the will stand to in a month.
nurse; Nurse. An 'a speak any thing against me, I'll take In half an hour she promis'd to return. him down an 'a were lustier than he is, and twenty Perchance, she cannot meet him :-that's not s0.such Jacks; and if I cannot, I'll find those that shali. O, she is lame! love's heralds should be thoughts, Seurvy krave! làm none of his flirt-gills; I am none Which ten times faster glide than the sun's beams, of his skains-mates :- And thou must stand by too, and Driving back shadows over lowring hills : suffer every knave to use me at his pleasure ? Therefore do nimble-pinion'd doves draw love,
Pet. I saw no man use you at his pleasure; if I had, And therefore hath the wind-swift Cupid wings. my weapon should quickly have been out, I warrant Now is the sun upon the highmost liill you: I dare draw as soon as another man, if I see oco of this day's journey; and from nine till twelre casion in a good quarrel, and the law on my side. Is three long hours.-yet she is not come.
Nurse. Now, afore God, I am so vexed, that every Had she affections, and warm yonthful blood, part about me quivers. Scurvy knave !–Pray you, She'd be as swift in motion as a ball ; sir, a word: and as I told you, my young lady bade | My words would bandy her to my sweet love, me inquire you out ; what she bade me say, I will i And his to me: keep to myself: but first let me tell ye, if ye should 1: Bat old folks, many feign as they were dead; lead her into a fool's paradise, as they say, it were a Unwieldy, slow, heavy and pale as lead. very gruss kind of behaviour, as they say: for the gen
Enter Nurse and Peter. tlewoman is young; and, therefore, if you should deal
O God, she comes !- honey nurse, what news? double with her, truly, it were an ill thing to be offer Hast thou met with him? Send thy-man away. ed to any gentlewoman, and very weak dealing. Nurse. Peter, stay at the gate.
[Exit Peter Rom. Nurse, commend me to thy lady and mistress.
Jul. Now, good sweet nurse,- lord! why look'st I protest unto thee,
thou sad? Nurse. Good heart! and, i'faith, I will tell her as Though news be sad, yet tell them merrily; much: Lord, lord, she will be a joyful woman. If good, thou sham'st the music of sweet news
Rom. What wilt thou tell her, nurse? thou dost not || By playing it to me with so sour a face. mark me.
Nurse. I am aweary, give me leave awhile ;Nurse. I will tell hier, sir,-that you do protest; | Fie, how my bones ache! What a jaunt have I had! which, as I take it, is a gentlemanlike offer:
Jul. I would, thou hadst my bones, and I thy news: Rom. Bid her devise some means to come to shrift Nay, come, I pray thee, speak ;-good, good nurse This afternoon;