And, to say truth, Verona brags of him, Tyb. It fits, when such a villain is a guest 1 Cap. He shall be endur'd; What, goodman boy!—I say, he shall;-Go to;- You'll not endure him!-God shall mend my soul- You will set cock-a-hoop! you'll be the man! 1 Cap. Go to, go to, This trick may chance to scath you;-I know what. Tyb. Patience perforce with wilful choler meeting, Makes my flesh tremble in their different greeting. I will withdraw: but this intrusion shall, Now seeming sweet, convert to bitter gall. Rom. If I profane with my unworthy hand [Exit. [TO JULIET This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this, My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand Jul. Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, Which rannerly 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 prayers' 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 you. Rom. What is her mother? Nurse. Marry, bachelor, Her mother is the lady of the house, And a good lady, and a wise, and virtuous: Shall have the chinks. Rom. Is she a Capulet? More torches here!-Come on, then let's to bed. Jul. What's he, that now is going out of door? 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? Of one I danc'd withal. A rhyme I learn'd even now [One calls within, Juliet. Anon, anon: Come, let's away; the strangers all are gone. [Exeunt. Enter CHORUS. Now old desire doth in his death-bed lie, Now Romeo is belov'd, and loves again, 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 any where: But passion lends them power, time means to meet, Temp'ring extremities with extreme sweet. [Exit ACT II. SCENE 1-An open place, adjoining CAPULET's garden. Enter ROMEO. Rom. Can I go forward, when my heart is here? Turn back, dull earth, 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. Young Adam Cupid, he that shot so trim, 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. Ben. Come, he hath hid himself among those trees, To be consorted with the humorous night: Blind is his love, and best befits the dark. Mer. If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark. Now will he sit under a medlar tree, veg To seek him here, that means not to be found. [Exeunt › |