'Tis since the nuptial of Lucentio,

Come Pentecost as quickly as it will,

Some five-and-twenty years; and then we mask'd. Second Cap. "T is more, 't is more: his son is elder, sir;

His son is thirty.

Cap.

Will you tell me that?

His son was but a ward two years ago.

Rom. [To a Servingman.] What lady's that which doth enrich the hand

Of yonder knight?

Serv. I know not, sir.

Rom. O she doth teach the torches to burn bright.

It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night
Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear;
Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!
So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows,
As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows.
The measure done, I'll watch her place of stand,
And, touching hers, make blessed my rude hand.
Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight!
For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.

Tyb. This, by his voice, should be a Montague. Fetch me my rapier, boy. What! dares the

slave

Come hither, cover'd with an antick face,
To fleer and scorn at our solemnity?
Now, by the stock and honour of my kin,
To strike him dead I hold it not a sin.

Cap. Why, how now, you so?

kinsman! wherefore storm

Tyb. Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe;

A villain that is hither come in spite,
To scorn at our solemnity this night.
Cap. Young Romeo is 't?

Tyb.

'Tis he, that villain Romeo. Cap. Content thee, gentle coz, let him alone : He bears him like a portly gentleman; And, to say truth, Verona brags of him To be a virtuous and well-govern'd youth. I would not for the wealth of all the town Here in my house do him disparagement; Therefore be patient, take no note of him : It is my will; the which if thou respect, Show a fair presence and put off these frowns, An ill-beseening semblance for a feast.

Tyb. It fits, when such a villain is a guest : I'll not endure him.

Cap.

He shall be endured: 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!

You will set cock-a-hoop! you'll be the man!
Tyb. Why, uncle, 't is a shame.

Cap.

Go to, go to ;

You are a saucy boy.-Is't so, indeed?—

This trick may chance to scathe you.-I know what.
You must contrary me! marry, 't is time.
Well said, my hearts! You are a princox; go:
Be quiet, or-1 More light, more light!-For shame!
I'll make you quiet. What! cheerly, my hearts!
Tyb. Patience perforce with wilful choler
meeting

Makes my flesh tremble in their different greeting.

I will withdraw: but this intrusion shall

Now seeming sweet convert to bitter gall. [Exit. Rom. [To JULIET.] If I profane with my unworthiest hand

This holy shrine, the gentle sin 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? Jul. Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in 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.

Rom. Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take.

Thus from my lips, by thine, my sin is purged. [Kissing her. Jul. Then have my lips the sin that they have took.

Rom. Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urged! 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,,

And a good lady, and a wise, and virtuous:
I nursed her daughter that you talk'd withal;
I tell you he that can lay hold of her

Shall have the chinks.

Is she a Capulet?

Rom O dear account! my life is my foe's debt. Ben. Away, be gone; the sport is at the best. Rom. Ay, so I fear; the more is my unrest. Cap. Nay, gentlemen, prepare not to be gone; We have a trifling foolish banquet towards. Is it e'en so? Why then, I thank you all; I thank you, honest gentlemen; good night. More torches here! Come on then, let's to bed. Ah! sirrah, by my fay, it waxes late;

I'll to my rest. [Exeunt all but JULIET and Nurse. Jul. Come hither, nurse. What is yond gentle

man?

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 danced withal.

Nurse.

[One calls within, ‘JULIET.' Anon, anon!

Come, let's away; the strangers all are gone.

PROLOGUE.

Enter CHORUS.

[Exeunt.

Now old desire doth in his death-bed 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 beloved and loves again,

Alike bewitched by the charm of looks,

But to his foe supposed 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, Tempering extremities with extreme sweet.

ACT II.

[Exit.

SCENE I. Verona. A lane by the wall of

CAPULET'S Orchard.

Rom. Can I go

Enter ROMEO.

forward when my heart is here? Turn back, dull earth, and find thy centre out. [He climbs the wall, and leaps down within it.