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Of a defpifed life clos'd in my breast,
By fome vile forfeit of untimely death.
But he that hath the fteerage of my course,
Direct my fuit! On, lufty gentlemen.
Ben. Strike, drum.

[They march about the ftage, and exeunt. SCENE VI. Changes to a hall in Capulet's houfe. Enter Servants, with napkins.

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1 Ser. "Where's Fotpan, that he helps not to take away; he shift a trencher! he fcrape a trencher! 2 Ser. "When good manners fhall lie all in one or "two mens' hands, and they unwath'd too, 'tis a foul thing. 1 Ser Away with the joint-ftools, remove the "court-cup-board, look to the plate: good the u, fave me a piece of march-pane; and, as thou loveit me, "let the porter let in Sufan Grindstone, and Nell.Antony, and Potpan

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2 Ser." Ay, boy, ready.

1 Ser." You are look'd for, call'd for, afk'd for, and fought for, in the great chamber.

2 Ser." We cannot be here and there too; cheerly, "boys; be brifk a while, and the longer liver take " all."

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[Exeunt.

Enter all the Guests and Ladies, with the mafkers.›› 1 Cap Welcome, Gentlemen. Ladies, that have your feet

Unplagu'd with corns; we'll have a bout with you.
Ah me, my mistreffes, which of you all

Will now deny to dance? the that makes dainty,
I'll fwear hath corns; am I come near you now?
Welcome, all, Gentleman. I've feen the day
That I have worn a vifard, and could tell
A whispering tale in a fair lady's ear,

Such as would pleafe: 'tis gone; 'tis gone; 'tis gone!

[Mufic plays, and they dance. More light, ye knaves, and turn the tables up; And quench the fire, the room is grown too hot.

* juit, for core, way; not love juit.

Ah,

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Ah, firrah, this unlook'd-for fport comes well.
Nay, fit; nay fit, good coufin Capulet,
For you and I are paft our dancing days.
How long is't now fince last yourself and I
Were in a mask?

2 Cap. By'r lady, thirty years.

1 Cap. What, man! 'tis not fo much, 'tis not fo 'Tis fince the nuptial of Lucentio,

Come Pentecoft as quickly as it will,

[much;

Some five and twenty years, and then we mask'd. 2 Cap. 'Tis more, 'tis more; his fon is elder, Sir: His fon is thirty.

1 Cap. Will you tell me that?

His fon was but a ward two years ago,

Rom. What lady's that which doth enrich the hand Of yonder knight?

Ser. I know not, Sir.

Rom. O, the doth teach the torches to burn bright;
"Her beauty hangs upon the cheek of night,
"Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear;
Beauty too rich for ufe, for earth too dear!
So fhews a fnowy dove trooping with crows,
As yonder lady o'er her fellows fhows.
The measure done, I'll watch her place of stand,
And, touching her's, make happy my rude hand.
Did my heart love till now? forfwear it, fight;
I never faw true beauty till this night.

Tyb. This by his voice fhould be a Montague.
Fetch me my rapier, boy: what! dares the flave
Come hither cover'd with an antic face,
To fleer and fcorn at our folemnity?

Now, by the stock and honour of my kin,

To ftrike him dead I hold it not a fin.

Cap. Why, how now, kinfman, wherefore storm you fo?

Tyb. Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe:
A villain that is hither come in fpight,

To fcorn at our folemnity this night..
Cap. Young Romeo, is't?

Tyb That villain Romeo.

Cap. Content thee, gentle coz, let him alone; He bears him like a portly gentleman:

And

And, to fay truth, Verona brags of him,
To be a virtuous and well govern'd youth.
I would not for the wealth of all this town
Here in my houfe do him difparagement.
Therefore be patient, take no note of him;
It is my will, the which if thou respect,
Shew a fair presence, and put off these frowns,
An ill-befeeming femblance for a feaft.

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

Cap." He fhall be endur'd. *

"Be quiet, or (more light, more light, for fhame),
"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 intrufion fhall,
Now feeming fweet, convert to bitter gall.
Rom. If I profane with my unworthy hand [ToJuliet.
This holy fhrine, the gentle fine is this;

My lips, two blufhing pilgrims, ready ftand,

To fmooth that rough touch with a tender kifs. Jul. Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too Which mannerly devotion fhews in this; [much, For faints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, And palm to palm is holy palmers' kifs.

Rom. Have not faints lips, and holy palmers too? Jul.. Ay, pilgrim, lips that they muft ufe in prayer, Rom. O then, dear faint, let lips do what hands do. They pray, (grant thou), left faith turn to defpair + Nurfe

Cap. "He fhall be endur'd.

"What, goodman boy I fay, he shall. "Am I the mafter here, or you? go to

Go to

"You'll not endure him! God fhall mend my foul,

"You'll make a mutiny among my guefts!

"You will fet cock-a-hoop! you'll be the man?"

Tyb. Why, uncle, 'tis a fhame.

Cap. "Go to, gole,

"You are a Lucy boyis't so, indeed?

"This trick may chance to feathe you; I know what.

"You must contrary me! Marry, 'tis time.

"Weil faid, my hearts.

"Be quier, &c.

You are a princox, go:

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Nurfe. Madam, your mother craves a word with you. Rom. What is her mother?

Nurfe. Marry, bachelor,

Her mother is the lady of the houfe,

[To her nurse.

And a good lady, and a wife and virtuous.
I nurs'd her daughter that you talk'd withal.
I tell you. he that can lay hold of her,
Shall have the chink.

Rom. Is fhe a Capulet!

O dear account! my life is my foe's debt.
Ben. Away, be gone, the fport is at the best.
Rom Ay, fo I fear, the more is my unre.
Cap. Nay, Gentlemen. prepare not to be gone,
We have a trifling foolish banquet towards.
Is it e'en fo why, then I thank you all.
I thank you. honeft Gentlemen, good night.
More torches here coine on. then let's to bed,
Ah. firrah. by my fay, it waxes late.

I'll to my rest.

[Exeunt. Jul. Come hither, nurfe. What is yon gentleman! Nurfe. The fon and heir of old Tiberio.

Jul. What's he that now is going out of door?
Nurfe That, as I think, is young Petruchio.

Jul. What's he that follows here, that would not̃ dance!

Nurfe I know not.

Jul. Go, afk his name. If he be married, My grave is like to be my wedding-bed.

Nurfe. His name is Romeo, and a Montague,

The only fon of your great enemy.

Jul. My only love (prung from my only hate!
Too early feen, unknown, and known too late ;
Prodigious birth of love it is to me,
That I must love a lothed enemy.
Nurfe What's this? what's this?
Jul. A rhime I learn'd e'en now

Rom. Then move not, while my prayers' effe&t I take.

Thus from my lips, by thine, my fin is pure'd.

Jul. Then have my lips the fin that Lite they took. Rm. Sin from my lips! O trefpafs, fweetly urge'd! Give me my fin again.

Jul. You kifs by 'h' book.
Nurfe. Madam, &c.

[Kiffing ber.

OF

Of one
I dance'd withal. [One calls within Juliet.
Nurfe. Anon, anon

Come, let's away, the ftrangers all are gone. [Exeunt.

Enter Chorus.

Now old Defire doth on his death-bed lie,
And young Affection gapes to be his heir:
That fair, for which love gron'd fore, and would dię,
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 fuppos'd he must complain,

And the fteal love's fweet bait from fearful hooks. Being held a foe he may not have access

To breathe fuch vows as lovers ufe to fwear ; And fhe, as much in love, her means much lefs, To meet her new-beloved any where.

But paffion lends them power, time means to meet; Temp'ring extremities with extreme sweet.

[Exit Chorus.

ACT II.

SCENE I.

The Street.

Enter Romeo alone.

Rom.

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Turn back, dull earth, and find thy center

Enter Benvolio, with Mercutio.

Ben. Romeo, my coufin Romeo.

Mer. He is wife,

And, on my life, hath ftoln him home to bed.

Ben. He ran this way, and leap'd this orchard-wall. Call, good Mercutio.

Mer. Nay, I'll conjure too.

Why, Romeo! humours! madman! paffion! lover!
Appear thou in the likenefs of a figh,

Speak but one rhime, and I am fatisfied,
Cry but Ah me! couple but love and dove,
Speak to my goffip Venus one fair word,
One nickname to her purblind fon and heir.

(Young

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