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Begot of nothing, but vain phantasy;
Which is as thin of substance as the air,
And more unconftant than the wind; who wooes
Ev'n now the frozen bosom of the north,
And, being anger’d, puffs away from thence,
Turning his face to the dew-dropping fouth.

Ben. This wind, you talk of, blows us from ourselves;
Supper is done, and we shall come too late.

Rom. I fear, too early; for my mind misgives,
Some consequence, yet hanging in the stars,
Shall bitterly begin his fearful date
With this night's revels; and expire the term
Of a despised life clos'd in my breast,
By some vile forfeit of untimely death.
But he, that hath the steerage of my course,
Direct my suit! On, lusty gentlemen.
Ben. Strike, drum.

[They march about the Stage, and Exeunt.

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SCENE changes to a Hall in Capulet's House.

Enter Servants, with Napkins,

Here's Potpan, that he helps not to take i Serv. W away; he shift a trencher! he scrape a trencher!

2 Serv. When good manners shall lie all in one or two men's hands, and they unwash'd too, 'tis a foul thing.

i Serv. Away with the joint stools, remove the courtcup-board, look to the plate: good thou, save me a piece of march-pane ; and, as thou loveft me, let the porter let in Susan Grindsione, and Nell. Antony, and Perpan

2 Serv. Ay, boy, ready.

i Serv. You are look'd for, call'd for, ak'd for, and fought for, in the great chamber.

2 Serv. We cannot be here and there too ; cheerly, boys; be brik a while, and the longer liver take all.

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Enter all the Guests and Ladies, with the makers.
i Cap. Welcome, gentlemen. Ladies, that have your

feet
Unplagu'd with corns, we'll have a bout with you.
Ah me, my mistresses, which of you all
Will now deny to dance ? She that makes dainty,
I'll swear, hath corns; am I come near you now?
Welcome, all gentlemen ; I have seen the day
That I have worn a visor, and could tell
A whispering tale in a fair lady's ear,
Such as would please: 'tis gone ; 'tis gone ; 'tis gone!

[Mufick plays, and they dance,
More light, ye knaves, and turn the tables up;
And quench the fire, the room is grown too hot.
Ah, Sirrah, this unlook'd for sport comes well.
Nay, fit; nay, fit, good cousin Capulet,

and I are part our dancing days: How long is't now since last yourself and ! Were in a malk?

2 Cap. By'r lady, thirty years. 1 Cap. What, man! 'tis not so much,'tis not so much ; 'Tis fince the nuptial of Lucentio, Come Pentecoft as quickly as it will, Some five and twenty years, and then we mask'd.

2 Cap. 'Tis more, 'tis more; his son is elder, Sir: His son is thirty.

i Cap. Will you tell me that? His fon was but a ward two years ago.

Rom. What lady's that, which doth enrich the hand Of yonder knight?

Serv. I know not, Sir.

Rom. O, the doth teach the torches to burn bright;
Her beauty hangs upon the cheek of night,
Like a rich jewel in an Æthiop's ear:
Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!
So shews a snowy dove trooping with crows,
As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows.
The measure done, I'll watch her place of stand,
And, touching her’s, make happy my rude hand.

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Dià my heart love till now? forswear it, fight;
I never saw true beauty till this night,

Tyb. This by his voice should be a Montague.
Fetch me my rapier, boy : what! dares the Cave
Come hither cover'd with an antick face,
To fleer and scorn at our folemnity?
Now by the stock and honour of my kin,
To ftrike him dead I hold it not a fin.

Eap. Why how now, kinsman,wherefore storm you fot

Tjb. Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe:
A villain, that is hither.come in spight,
To fcorn at our folemnity this night.

Cap. Young Romeo, is't ?
Tyb. That villain Romeo.
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,
Shew a fair presence, and put off these frowns,
An ill beseeming semblance for a fealt.

Tyb. It fits, when such a villain is a guest. l'll not endure him.

Lap. He Ihall be endur'd.
What, goodman boy--Isay, he shall. Go to
Am I the master here, or you go to
You'll not endure him! God fhall 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,

Cap. Go to, go to,
You are a faucy boy-is't fo, indeedi-
This trick may chance to scathe you ; I know what.
You must contrary 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-Whatcheerly, my hearts.

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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 (12)

[To Juliet. This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this ; My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready ftand,

To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss. Jul Good pilgrim,you do wrong your hand too much,

Which mannerly devotion news in this;
For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch,

And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.
Rom. fiave not saints lips, and holy palmers too?

Jul. Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.
Rom. O then, dear faint, let lips do what hands do :

They pray, (grant thou) lest faith turn to despair. Jul. Saints do not move, yet grant for prayers' sake. Rom. Then move not, while my prayers' effect I take: Thus from my lips, by thine, the sin is purg'd.

(Killing ker. Ful. Then have my lips the fin that late they took.

Rom, Sin from my lips ! O trespass, sweetly urg'd! Give me my fin again.

Jul You kiss by the book.
Nurse. Madam, your mother craves a word with you.
Rom. What is her mother?

[To her Nurje. Nurse. Marry, bachelor,

(12) If I profane with my unworthy band Ibis bily Shrine, the gentle sin is this, My lips, iwo blujping pilgrims, &c.] All profanations are suppos'd to be expiated eitder by some meritorious action, or by some penance undergone and punishment submitted to. So, Romeo would here say, If I have been profane in the rude touch of my hand, my lips ftand ready, as two bluihing pilgrims, to take off that offence, to atone for it, by a sweet penance. Our Poet therefore must have wrote

-the gentle fine is this, So, in Two Gentlemen of Verona.

Mv penance is to call Lucetta back,
And ak remission for my folly paft. Mr. Warburton.

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Her mother is the lady of the house,
And a good lady, and a wise and virtuous.
I nurs'd her daughter, that you talkt withal:
I tell you, he, that can lay hold of her,
Shall have the chink.

Rom. Is she a Capulet?
O dear account ! my life is my foe's debt,

Ben. Away, be gone, the sport is at the best.
Rom. Ay, so I fear, the more is my unreft.

Cap. Nay, genlemen, 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, firrah, by my fay, it waxes late,
I'll to my reit.

[Exeunt.
Jul. Come hither, nurse. What is yon gentleman ?
Nurse. The son and heir of old Tiberio.
Jul. What's he chat now is going out of door ?
Nurse. That, as I think, is young Petruchio.
Jul. What's he, that follows here, that would not
Nurse. I know not.

[dance ? Ful. 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 e'en 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 on his death-bed lie,

And young Affection gapes to be his heir : "; That fair, for which love groand fore, and would die, With tender Juliet match'd, is now not fair.

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