I will withdraw: but this intrufion fhall, Now feeming fweet, convert to bitter gall. [Exit. Rom. If I profane with my unworthy hand [to JULIET. This holy fhrine, the gentle fine is this, My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready ftand To fmooth that rough touch with a tender kifs. For faints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, Ram. Have not faints lips, and holy palmers too? They pray, grant thou, left faith turn to defpair. Jul. Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' fake. Rom. Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take. Thus from my lips, by yours, my fin is purg'd, [Kiffing her, Jul. Then have my lips the fin that they have took. Rom. Sin from my lips? O trefpafs fweetly urg'd! Give me my fin again. Jul. You kifs by the book. Nurfe. Madam, your mother craves a word with you, Nurfe. Marry, bachelor, And a good lady, and a wife, and virtuous: O dear account! my life is my foe's debt. 1. Cap. Nay, gentlemen, prepare not to be gone; We have a trifling foolish banquet towards.— Is it e'en fo? Why, then I thank you all; : I thank you, honeft gentlemen; good night :- Jul. What's he, that now is going out of door? Nurfe. Marry, that, I think, be young Petruchio. Jul. What's he, that follows there, that would not dance? Nurfe. I know not. Jul. Go, afk his name :—if he be married, My grave is like to be my wedding bed. Nurfe. His name is Romeo, and a Montague; Jul. My only love fprung from my only hate! Cf one I danc'd withal. Nurse. A rhyme I learn'd even now Anon, anon : Come, let's away; the ftrangers all are gone. Enter CHORUS. Now old defire doth in his death-bed lie, And young affection gapes to be his heir; Alike bewitched by the charm of looks; [Exeunt. But to his foe fuppos'd he must complain, And the fteal love's fweet bait from fearful hooks: Being held a foe, he may not have access To breathe fuch vows as lovers use to swear; And the as much in love, her means much lefs To meet her new-beloved any where : But paffion lends them power, time means to meet, [Exit. ACT ACT II. SCENE I. 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 coufin Romeo! Mer. He is wife; 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. Nay, I'll conjure too.― One nick-name for her purblind fon and heir, By her fine foot, ftraight leg, and quivering thigh, That in thy likeness thou appear to us. Ben. An if he hear thee, thou wilt anger him. Mer |