Tyb. Patience perforce with wilful choler meet ing, Makes my flesh tremble in their difference. [PRINCE, LADY CAPULET, and PARIS, go up Dance of Masqueraders, &c.—During the dance ROMEO goes and sits by JULIET. Rom. (Leading JULIET from her chair toward c.) If I profane with my unworthy hand This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this. [To JULIET. [Kisses her hand. Jul. (C.) Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much; For palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss. Rom (C.) Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too? Jul. Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer. Rom. Thus, then, dear saint, let lips put up their [Salutes her. Nurse. (C.) Madam, your mother craves a word prayer. with you. [ROMEO and JULIET go up the stage. Mer. (L.) What is her mother? Nurse. (L.) Marry, bachelor, Her mother is the lady of the house, And a good lady, and a wise and virtuous. I nursed her daughter; heiress to Lord Capulet: Mer. Is she a Capulet? [ROMEO comes forward. Cap. (R. C.) Nay, gentlemen, prepare not to be gone; Palmers-pilgrims. We have a trifling foolish banquet towards.— [Exeunt CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, PRINCE, PARIS, GENTLEMEN, LADIES, SAMSON, and Jul. (r.) Come hither, Nurse. What is yon gentleman? [Exit Benvolio L. Nurse. (R.) The son and heir of old Tiberio. Jul. What's he that now is going out of door? [Exit Mercutio L. Nurse. (Going to c.) That, as I think, is young Mercutio. Jul. What's he that follows there, that would not dance? [Exit Romeo, with mask in his hand L. Nurse. (c.) I know not. Jul. Go, ask his name. If he be married, [Pushes her. Exit NURSE L. My grave is like to be my wedding bed. Re-enter NURSE L. Nurse. (l. c.) His name is Romeo, and a Mon-* tagne; The only son of your great enemy. Jul. My only love sprung from my only hate! Too early seen unknown, and known too late! Nurse. What 's this? what's this? Jul. A ryhme I learn'd e'en now Of one I talk'd withal. Cap. (Without.) Why, Juliet! Come, let's away; the strangers all are gone. Cap. (Without.) Juliet! [Exeunt R. ACT II. SCENE I.—An open Place, adjoining Capulet's Garden. Enter Benvolio and Mercutio L. Ben. Romeo! my cousin Romeo! Mer. He is wise; And, on my life, hath stolen him to bed. Ben. He ran this way, and leap'd this orchard wall. Call, good Mercutio. Mer. Nay, I'll conjure too. Crosses R. Why, Romeo! (Calling R.) humors! madam! passion! lover! Appear thou in the likeness of a sigh, Ben. Come, he hath hid himself among those trees, To be consorted with the humorous night! Mer. 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. [ Crosses L. [Exeunt L. - Lamps half Rom. (R.) He jests at scars that never felt a wound. [juliet appears at the Balcony, and sits down L. * It is the east, and Juliet is the sun! 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.— I am too bold.—O, were those eyes in heaven, That birds would sing, and think it were the morn. That I might touch that cheek! Jul (Reclining with her head on her hand in the R. corner of the Balcony.) Ah, me! Rom. (R. c.) She speaks, she speaks! O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art To the up-turned wondering eyes of mortals, And sails upon the bosom of the air. Jul. O, Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou 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. (c.) Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this? Jul. 'Tis but thy name that is my enemy !— Rom. (Runs to the Balcony.) I take thee at thy word! Call me but love, I will forswear my name, Jul. What man art thou, that, thus bescreen'd in night, So stumblest on my counsel? Rom. I know not how to tell thee who I am! My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself, Because it is an enemy to thee. Jul. My ears have not yet drunk an hundred words Of that tongue's uttering, yet I know the sound! Art thou not Romeo, and a Montague ? Rom. Neither, fair saint, if either thee displease. Jul. How cam'st thou hither?—tell me and for what? The orchard walls are high and hard to climb; And the place, death—considering who thou art— If any of my kinsmen find thee here. Rom. (l. c.) With love's light wings did I overperch these walls; For stony limits cannot hold love out; And what love can do, that dares love attempt; Jul. If they see thee here, they will murder thee. eye, Than twenty of their swords; look thou but sweet, And I am proof against their enmity. Jul. I would not for the world they saw thee here. By whose direction found'st thou out this place? Rom. By love, who first did prompt me to enquire; He lent me counsel, and I lent him eyes. I am no pilot; yet, wert thou as far As that vast shore wash'd with the furthest sea, I would adventure for such merchandise. Jul. Thou know'st, the mask of night is on my face; Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek, |