Tyb.

'Tis he, that villain Romeo.

1 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 this 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, And ill beseeming semblance for a feast.

Tyb. It fits, when such a villain is a guest;

I'll not endure him,

1 Cap.

He shall be endur'd;

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, 'tis a shame.

1 Cap.

Go to, go to,

You are a saucy boy: - Is't so, indeed?.
This trick may chance to scath 4 you; - I know

what.

You must contráry me! marry, 'tis time-
Well said, my hearts: - You are a princox'; go:-
Be quiet, or- More light, more light, for shame! -
I'll make you quiet; What! - Cheerly, my hearts.
Tyb. Patience perforce with wilful choler meet-

ing,

Makes my flesh tremble in their different greeting.
I will withdraw: but this intrusion shall,
Now seeming sweet, convert to bitter gall. [Exit.

4 Do you an injury.

VOL. X.

5 A cexcomb.

E

Rom. If I profane with my unworthy hand

[TO JULIET.

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 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 yours, my sin is purg'd.

[Kissing her. Jul. Then have my lips the sin that they have took.

Rom. Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly

urg'd! Give me my sin again.

Jul.

You kiss by the book.

Nurse. Madam, your mother craves a word with

Marry, bachelor,

Her mother is the lady of the house,

And a good lady, and a wise, 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 chinks.

Rom.

Is she a Capulet? O dear account! my life is my foe's debt. Ben. Away, begone; the sport is at the best. Rom. Ay, so I fear; the more is my unrest. 1 Cap. Nay, gentlemen, prepare not to be gone; We have a trifling foolish banquet 6 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, [to 2 Cap.] by my fay7, it waxes late;
I'll to my rest. [Exeunt all but JULIET and Nurse.
Jul. Come, hither, nurse: What is yon 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 danc'd withal. [One calls within, JULIET.

Nurse.

Anon, anon :

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

Enter CHORUS.

[Exeunt.

Now old desire doth in his death-bed lie,
And young affection gapes to be his heir;
That fair, 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 pos'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.

Rom. Can I go forward, when my heart is here? Turn back, dull earth 8, and find thy center out. [He climbs the Wall, and leaps down within it.

Enter BENVOLIO, and MERCUTIO.

Ben. Romeo! my cousin 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. Romeo! humours! madman! passion! lover! Appear thou in the likeness of a sigh, Speak but one rhyme, and I am satisfied; Cry but - Ah me! couple but - love and dove; 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, When king Cophetua lov'd the beggar-maid.9He heareth not, stirreth not, he moveth not; The ape is dead, and I must conjure him. I conjure thee, by Rosaline's bright eyes, By her high forehead, and her scarlet lip, By her fine foot, straight leg, and quivering thigh, And the demesnes that there adjacent lie, That in thy likeness thou appear to us.

Ben. An if he hear thee, thou wilt anger him.
Mer. This cannot anger him: 'twould anger him

To raise a spirit in his mistress' circle
Of some strange nature, letting it there stand
Till she had laid it, and conjur'd it down;
That were some spite: my invocation
Is fair and honest, and, in his mistress' name,
I conjure only but to raise up him.

9 Alluding to the old ballad of the king and the beggar. This phrase in Shakspeare's time was used as an ex

pression of tenderness.