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  • Title: Romeo and Juliet (Quarto 1, 1597)
  • Editor: Roger Apfelbaum
  • ISBN: 1-55058-299-2

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    Author: William Shakespeare
    Editor: Roger Apfelbaum
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    Romeo and Juliet (Quarto 1, 1597)

    The most excellent Tragedie,

    Mount: I would thou wert so happie by thy stay
    To heare true shrift. Come Madame lets away.
    Benuo: Good morrow Cosen.
    Romeo: Is the day so young?
    165 Ben: But new stroke nine.
    Romeo: Ay me, sad hopes seeme long.
    Was that my Father that went hence so fast?
    Ben: It was, what sorrow lengthens Romeos houres?
    Rom: Not hauing that, which hauing makes them
    170 Ben: In loue.
    Ro: Out.
    Ben: Of loue.
    Ro: Out of her fauor where I am in loue.
    Ben: Alas that loue so gentle in her view,
    175Should be so tyrranous and rough in proofe.
    Ro: Alas that loue whose view is muffled still,
    Should without lawes giue path-waies to our will:
    Where shall we dine? Gods me, what fray was here?
    Yet tell me not for I haue heard it all,
    180Heres much to doe with hate, but more with loue.
    Why then, O brawling loue, O louing hate,
    O anie thing, of nothing first create!
    O heauie lightnes serious vanitie!
    Mishapen Caos of best seeming thinges,
    185Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sicke health,
    Still waking sleepe, that is not what it is:
    This loue feele I, which feele no loue in this.
    Doest thou not laugh?
    Ben: No Cose I rather weepe.
    190 Rom: Good hart at what?
    Ben: At thy good hearts oppression.
    Ro: Why such is loues transgression,