Like the base Judean, threw a pearl away, Richer than all his tribe; of one whose subdu'd eyes, Albeit unus'd to the melting mood, this: And say besides,-that in Aleppo once, QUEEN MAB. Romeo and Juliet. O, THEN, I see queen Mab hath been with you. She is the fairies' midwife; and she comes The cover, of the wings of grasshoppers; Her whip, of cricket's bone; the lash, of film; Her waggoner, a small gray-coated gnat, And in this state she gallops night by night Through lover's brains, and then they dream of love : On courtiers' knees, that dream on court'. sies straight: O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees: O'er ladies' lips, who straight on kisses dream; Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues, Because their breaths with sweetmeats tainted are. THE GARDEN SCENE. Romeo. 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 !— 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: It is my lady; O, it is my love : of that? That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops. Juliet. O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon, That monthly changes in her circled orb, Which is the god of my idolatry, And I'll believe thee. Romeo. If my heart's dear love- I have no joy of this contract to-night; Ere one can say, It lightens. Sweet, good night! This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath, May prove a beauteous flower when next Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east; Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops: I must be gone and live, or stay and die. Juliet. Yon light is not daylight, I It is some meteor that the sun exhales, Romeo. Let me be ta'en, let me be put I am content, so thou wilt have it so. I'll say, yon grey is not the morning's eye, 'Tis but the pale reflex of Cynthia's brow Nor that is not the lark, whose notes do beat The vaulty heaven so high above ou heads : I have more care to stay than will to go ;Come, death, and welcome! Juliet wills it so, in twain, To sunder his that was thine enemy? Forgive me, cousin?—Ah, dear Juliet, Why art thou yet so fair? Shall I be lieve That unsubstantial Death is amorous; And that the lean abhorred monster keeps Thee here in dark to be his paramour? For fear of that, I will still stay with thee; And never from this palace of dim night Will I set up my everlasting rest; CONSTANCE'S REPROACHES TO O LYMOGES! O Austria thou dost That bloody spoil: thou slave, thou wretch, thou coward; Thou little valiant, great in villany! But when her humorous ladyship is by And sooth'st up greatness. What a fool art thou, A ramping fool; to brag, and stamp, and swear, Upon my party! Thou cold-blooded slave, Hast thou not spoke like thunder on my side? Been sworn my soldier? bidding me depend Upon thy stars, thy fortune, and thy strength? And dost thou now fall over to my foes? Thou wear a lion's hide! doff it for shame, And hang a calf's skin on those recreant limbs. |