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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
Is she a Capulet?
foe's debt. Ben. Away, begone; the sport is at the best. Rom. Ay, so I fear; the more is my
unrest. i 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, [TO 2 Cap.] by my fay, 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.
towards.) Towards is ready, at hand.
Jul. My only love sprung from my only hate!
Nurse. What's this? what's this?
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.
[Exeunt. Enter CHORUS. 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 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
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
Enter ROMEO. Rom. Can I go forward, when my heart is here?
9 That fair,] Fair, it has been already observed, was formerly used as a substantive, and was synonymous to beauty,
Turn back, dull earth, and find thy center out.
[He climbs the Wall, and leaps down within it.
Enter BENVOLIO, and MERCUTIO.
He is wise;
Nay, I'll conjure too.
ape is dead, and I inust conjure him.-
Ben. An if he hear thee, thou wilt anger him. Mer. This cannot anger him : 'twould anger
" When king Cophetua, &c.] Alluding to an old ballad preserved in the first Volume of Dr. Percy's Reliques of ancient English Poetry.
? T'he ape is dead,] This phrase appears to have been frequently applied to young men, in our author's time, without
reference to the mimickry of that animal. It was an expression of tenderDess, like poor fool.
* By her high forehead,] A high forehead was in Shakspeare's time thought eminently beautiful.
To raise a spirit in his mistress' circle
Mer. If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark. Now will he sit under a medlar tree, And wish his mistress were that kind of fruit, As maids call medlars, when they laugh alone.Romeo, good night;—I'll to my truckle-bed; This field-bed is too cold for me to sleep: Come, shall we go? Ben.
Go, then; for 'tis in vain To seek him here, that means not to be found.
Rom. He jests at scars," that never felt a wound.
[JULIET appears above, at a Window. But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks! It is the east, and Juliet is the sun !
the humorous night:] Means humid, the moist dewy night.
* He jests at scars,] Mercutio, whose jests he overheard; or perhaps it is an allusion to his having conceived himself so armed with the love of Rosalind, that no other beauty could make any impression on him.
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
love: O, 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 she speaks: Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Having some business, do entreat her eyes To twinkle in their spheres till they return. What if her eyes were there, they in her head? The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars, As daylight 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, That I might touch that cheek! Jul.
Ah me! Rom.
s Be not her maid,] Be not a votary to the moon, to Diana. VOL. IX.