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,
Drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees
Their medicinal gum.
Set you down

this:

And say besides,-that in Aleppo once,
Where a malignant and a turban'd Turk
Beat a Venetian, and traduc'd the state,
I took by the throat the circumcised dog,
And smote him-thus. [Stabs himself.

QUEEN MAB.

Romeo and Juliet.

O, THEN, I see queen Mab hath been with you.

She is the fairies' midwife; and she comes
In shape no bigger than an agate stone
On the forefinger of an alderman,
Drawn with a team of little atomies
Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep :
Her waggon spokes made of long spin-
ners' legs;

The cover, of the wings of grasshoppers;
The traces of the smallest spider's web;
The collars, of the moonshine's watery
beams :

Her whip, of cricket's bone; the lash, of

film;

Her waggoner, a small gray-coated gnat,
Not half so big as a round little worm
Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid:
Her chariot is an empty hazel nut,
Made by the joiner squirrel, or old grub,
Time out of mind the fairies' coach-
makers.

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:
Her vestal livery is but sick and green,
And none but fools do wear it; cast it
off.-

It is my lady; O, it is my love :
O, that she knew she were!—
She speaks, yet she says nothing; what

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,
Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.
Romeo. What shall I swear by ?
Juliet.
Do not swear at all,
Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious
self,

Which is the god of my idolatry,

And I'll believe thee.

Romeo. If my heart's dear love-
Juliet. Well, do not swear: although
I joy in thee,

I have no joy of this contract to-night;
It is too rash, too unadvis'd, too sudden :
Too like the lightning, which doth cease
to be

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
know it, I:

It is some meteor that the sun exhales,
To be to thee this night a torch-bearer,
And light thee on thy way to Mantua;
Therefore stay yet, thou need'st not to be
gone.

Romeo. Let me be ta'en, let me be put
to death:

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
Depart again; here, here will I remain
With worms that are thy chambermaids;
O here

Will I set up my everlasting rest;
And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars