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Tyb. Patience perforce with wilful choler meet

ing,

Makes my flesh tremble in their difference.
I will withdraw; but this intrusion shall,
Now seeming sweet, convert to bitter gall.

[PRINCE, LADY CAPULET, and PARIS, go up
the stage. Exit TYBALT L.

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:
I tell you, he that can lay hold on her,
Shall have the chinks.

Mer. Is she a Capulet? [ROMEO comes forward.
Come, Romeo, let's begone; the sport is over.
Rom. (C.) Ay, so I fear; the more is my mishap.
[Going L.

Cap. (R. C.) Nay, gentlemen, prepare not to be gone;

Palmers-pilgrims.

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; and let's to supper.

[Exeunt CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, PRINCE,

PARIS, GENTLEMEN, LADIES, SAMSON, and
GREGORY R.

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!
Nurse. Anon, anon;

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,
Speak but one rhyme, and I am satisfied;
Cry but—Ah me! couple but—love and dove;
Speak to my gossip Venus one fair word,
One nick-name for her purblind son and heir!
I conjure thee, by thy mistress's bright eyes,
That in thy likeness thou appear to us.

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.

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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.—
She speaks, yet she says nothing; what of that?
Her eye discourses: I will answer it.--

I am too bold.—O, were those eyes in heaven,
They would through the airy region stream so
bright,—

That birds would sing, and think it were the morn.
See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand;
Oh, that I were a glove upon that hand,

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
As glorious to this sight, being o'er my head,
As is a winged messenger of heaven

To the up-turned wondering eyes of mortals,
When he bestrides the lazy pacing clouds,

And sails upon the bosom of the air.

Jul. O, Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou
Romeo?

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 !—
What's in a name? that which we call a rose,
By any other name would smell as sweet;
So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd,
Retain that dear perfection which he owes
Without that title !—Romeo, quit thy name;
And for that name, which is no part of thee,
Take all myself.

Rom. (Runs to the Balcony.) I take thee at thy
[JULIET starts up.

word!

Call me but love, I will forswear my name,
And never more be Romeo.

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;
Therefore thy kinsmen are no stop to me.

Jul. If they see thee here, they will murder thee.
Rom. (c.) Alack! there lies more peril in thine

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,
For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night.

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