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Nurse. Anon, anon :-
Enter CHORU S.
Now old desire doth on his death-bed lig
And young affection gapes to be his heir:
Alike bewitched by the charm of looks ;
740 Being held a foe he may not have access
To breathe such vows as lovers use to swear;
where: But passion lends them power, time means to meet, Temp’ring extremities with extreme swcet.
ACT II. SCENE I.
The Street. Enter ROMEO alone,
CAN I go forward, when my heart is here?
Enter BENVOLIO, with MerCUTIO, Ben. Romeo! my cousin Romeo !
Mer. He is wise; And, on my life, hath stol'n him home to będ. Ben. He ran this way, and leap'd this orchard
wall : Call, good Mercutio,
Mer. Nay, I'll conjure too. Why, Romeo! humours! madman! passion! lover! Appear thou in the likeness of a sigh,
10 Speak but one rhyme, and I am satisfied ; Cry but-Ay me! couple but-love and dove; Speak to my gossip Venus one fair word, One nick-name to her purblind son and heir, Young Adam Cupid, he that shot so trim, When king Cophetua lov'd the beggar-maid.He heareth not, he 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, Diij
By her fine foot, straight leg, and quivering thigh,
Ben. An if he hear thee, thou wilt anger him.
Mer. This cannot anger him: 'twould anger hiin
30 I conjurè only but to raise
him. Ben. Come, he hath hid himself among those
Mer. If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark.
Ben. Go, then ; for 'tis in vain
CAPULET's Garden. Enter Romeo.
Rom. He jests at scars, that never felt a wound. But, soft! what light through yonder window
breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun!
[JULIET appears above, at a Window. 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: Be not her maid, since she is envious;
50 Her vestal livery is but sick and green, And none but fools do wear it; cast it off.It is my lady; Q, it is my love: 0, that she knew she were!She speaks, yet she says nothing; What of that? Her eye discourses, I will answer it. I am too bold, 'tis not to me it speaks : Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Having some business, do intreat her eyes To twinkle in their spheres 'till they return. 60 What if her eyes were there, they in her head ? The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars; As day-light doth a lamp; her eye in heaven Would through the airy region stream so bright, That birds would sing, and think it were not night, See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand !
O, that I were a glove upon that hand,
Jul. Ay me!
Romeo? Deny thy father, and refuse thy name : Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, And I'll no longer be a Capulet. Rom. Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this ?
[ Aside. Jul. 'Tis but thy name, that is my enemy; Thou art thyself, though not a Montague. What’s Montague ? it is nor hand, nor fogt, Nor arm, nor face, nor any
Rom. I take thee at thy word: