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Romeo and Juliet (Folio 1, 1623)
58 The Tragedie of Romeo and Iuliet.
626For I neuer saw true Beauty till this night.
628Fetch me my Rapier Boy, what dares the slaue
629Come hither couer'd with an antique face,
631Now by the stocke and Honour of my kin,
635Tib. Vncle this is a Mountague, our foe:
636A Villaine that is hither come in spight,
637To scorne at our Solemnitie this night.
638Cap. Young Romeo is it?
639Tib. 'Tis he, that Villaine Romeo.
640Cap. Content thee gentle Coz, let him alone,
641A beares him like a portly Gentleman:
642And to say truth, Verona brags of him,
643To be a vertuous and well gouern'd youth:
644I would not for the wealth of all the towne,
646Therfore be patient, take no note of him,
651Ile not endure him.
654Am I the Maister here or you? go too,
656Youle make a Mutinie among the Guests:
657You will set cocke a hoope, youle be the man.
659Cap. Go too, go too,
661This tricke may chance to scath you, I know what,
662You must contrary me, marry 'tis time.
663Well said my hearts, you are a Princox, goe,
664Be quiet, or more light, more light for shame,
665Ile make you quiet. What, chearely my hearts.
666Tib. Patience perforce, with wilfull choler meeting,
674Iul. Good Pilgrime,
675You do wrong your hand too much.
676Which mannerly deuotion shewes in this,
677For Saints haue hands, that Pilgrims hands do tuch,
678And palme to palme, is holy Palmers kisse.
679Rom. Haue not Saints lips, and holy Palmers too?
681Rom. O then deare Saint, let lips do what hands do,
683Iul. Saints do not moue,
684Though grant for prayers sake.
686Thus from my lips, by thine my sin is purg'd.
689Giue me my sin againe.
691Nur. Madam your Mother craues a word with you.
692Rom. What is her Mother?
693Nurs. Marrie Batcheler,
694Her Mother is the Lady of the house,
695And a good Lady, and a wise, and Vertuous,
696I Nur'st her Daughter that you talkt withall:
697I tell you, he that can lay hold of her,
698Shall haue the chincks.
700O deare account! My life is my foes debt.
703Cap. Nay Gentlemen prepare not to be gone,
705Is it e'ne so? why then I thanke you all.
706I thanke you honest Gentlemen, good night:
707More Torches here: come on, then let's to bed.
708Ah sirrah, by my faie it waxes late,
709Ile to my rest.
711What is yond Gentleman:
712Nur. The Sonne and Heire of old Tyberio.
713Iuli. What's he that now is going out of doore?
714Nur. Marrie that I thinke be young Petruchio.
715Iul. What's he that follows here that would not dance?
716Nur. I know not.
718My graue is like to be my wedded bed.
719Nur. His name is Romeo, and a Mountague,
720The onely Sonne of your great Enemie.
722Too early seene, vnknowne, and knowne too late,
723Prodigious birth of Loue it is to me,
724That I must loue a loathed Enemie.
725Nur. What's this? whats this?
726Iul. A rime, I learne euen now
727Of one I dan'st withall.
728 One cals within, Iuliet.
729Nur. Anon, anon:
730Come let's away, the strangers all are gone.
731 Exeunt.
732Chorus.
733Now old desire doth in his death bed lie,
735That faire, for which Loue gron'd for and would die,
736With tender Iuliet matcht, is now not faire.
737Now Romeo is beloued, and Loues againe,
738A like bewitched by the charme of lookes:
741Being held a foe, he may not haue accesse
744To meete her new Beloued any where:
745But passion lends them Power, time, meanes to meete,
746Temp'ring extremities with extreame sweete.
747Enter Romeo alone.
748Rom. Can I goe forward when my heart is here?
749Turne backe dull earth, and find thy Center out.
750Enter Benuolio, with Mercutio.
751Ben. Romeo, my Cozen Romeo, Romeo.
753And on my life hath stolne him home to bed.
754Ben. He ran this way and leapt this Orchard wall.
755Call good Mercutio:
756Nay, Ile coniure too.
Mer.