1017We sucking on her naturall bosome find:

1018Many for many vertues excellent:

1019None but for some, and yet all different.

1020Omickle is the powerfull grace that lies

1021In Plants, Hearbs, stones, and their true qualities:

1022For nought so vile, that on the earth doth liue,

1023But to the earth some speciall good doth giue.

1024Nor ought so good, but strain'd from that faire vse,

1025Reuolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse.

1026Vertue it selfe turnes vice being misapplied,

1027And vice sometime by action dignified.

1029Within the infant rin'd of this weake flower,

1030Poyson hath residence, and medicine power:

1031For this being smelt, with that part cheares each part,

1032Being tasted slayes all sences with the heart.

1033Two such opposed Kings encampe them still,

1034In man as well as Hearbes, grace and rude will:

1035And where the worser is predominant,

1036Full soone the Canker death eates vp that Plant.

1037Rom. Good morrow Father.

1038Fri. Benedecite.

1039What early tongue so sweet saluteth me?

1040Young Sonne, it argues a distempered head,

1041So soone to bid goodmorrow to thy bed;

1042Care keepes his watch in euery old mans eye,

1043And where Care lodges, sleepe will neuer lye:

1044But where vnbrused youth with vnstuft braine

1045Doth couch his lims, there, golden sleepe doth raigne;

1046Therefore thy earlinesse doth me assure,

1047Thou art vprous'd with some distemprature;

1048Or if not so, then here I hit it right.

1049Our Romeo hath not beene in bed to night.

1050Rom. That last is true, the sweeter rest was mine.

1051Fri. God pardon sin: wast thou with Rosaline?

1052Rom. With Rosaline, my ghostly Father? No,

1053I haue forgot that name, and that names woe.

1054Fri. That's my good Son, but wher hast thou bin then?

1055Rom. Ile tell thee ere thou aske it me agen:

1056I haue beene feasting with mine enemie,

1057Where on a sudden one hath wounded me,

1058That's by me wounded: both our remedies

1059Within thy helpe and holy phisicke lies:

1060I beare no hatred, blessed man: for loe

1061My intercession likewise steads my foe.

1062Fri. Be plaine good Son, rest homely in thy drift,

1063Ridling confession, findes but ridling shrift.

1064Rom. Then plainly know my hearts deare Loue is set,

1065On the faire daughter of rich Capulet:

1066As mine on hers, so hers is set on mine;

1067And all combin'd, saue what thou must combine

1068By holy marriage: when and where, and how,

1069We met, we wooed, and made exchange of vow:

1070Ile tell thee as we passe, but this I pray,

1071That thou consent to marrie vs to day.

1072Fri. Holy S. Francis, what a change is heere?

1073Is Rosaline that thou didst Loue so deare

1074So soone forsaken? young mens Loue then lies

1075Not truely in their hearts, but in their eyes.

1076Iesu Maria, what a deale of brine

1077Hath washt thy sallow cheekes for Rosaline?

1078How much salt water throwne away in wast,

1079To season Loue that of it doth not tast.

1080The Sun not yet thy sighes, from heauen cleares,

1081Thy old grones yet ringing in my auncient eares:

1082Lo here vpon thy cheeke the staine doth sit,

1083Of an old teare that is not washt off yet.

1084If ere thou wast thy selfe, and these woes thine,

1085Thou and these woes, were all for Rosaline.

1086And art thou chang'd? pronounce this sentence then,

1087Women may fall, when there's no strength in men.

1088Rom. Thou chid'st me oft for louing Rosaline.

1089Fri. For doting, not for louing pupill mine.

1090Rom. And bad'st me bury Loue.

1091Fri. Not in a graue,

1092To lay one in, another out to haue.

1093Rom. I pray thee chide me not, her I Loue now

1094Doth grace for grace, and Loue for Loue allow:

1095The other did not so.

1096Fri. O she knew well,

1097Thy Loue did read by rote, that could not spell:

1098But come young wauerer, come goe with me,

1099In one respect, Ile thy assistant be:

1100For this alliance may so happy proue,

1101To turne your houshould rancor to pure Loue.

1102Rom. O let vs hence, I stand on sudden hast.

1103Fri. Wisely and slow, they stumble that run fast.

1106Mer. Where the deule should this Romeo be? came he

1107not home to night?

1108Ben. Not to his Fathers, I spoke with his man.

1109Mer. Why that same pale hard-harted wench, that Ro-

1110saline torments him so, that he will sure run mad.

1111Ben. Tibalt, the kinsman to old Capulet, hath sent a Let-

1112ter to his Fathers house.

1113Mer. A challenge on my life.

1114Ben. Romeo will answere it.

1115Mer. Any man that can write, may answere a Letter.

1116Ben. Nay, he will answere the Letters Maister how he

1117dares, being dared.

1118Mer. Alas poore Romeo, he is already dead stab'd with

1119a white wenches blacke eye, runne through the eare with

1120a Loue song, the very pinne of his heart, cleft with the

1121blind Bowe-boyes but-shaft, and is he a man to encounter

1122Tybalt?

1123Ben. Why what is Tibalt?

1124Mer. More then Prince of Cats. Oh hee's the Couragi-

1125ous Captaine of Complements: he fights as you sing

1126pricksong, keeps time, distance, and proportion, he rests

1127his minum, one, two, and the third in your bosom: the ve-

1128ry butcher of a silk button, a Dualist, a Dualist: a Gentleman

1129of the very first house of the first and second cause: ah the

1130immortall Passado, the Punto reuerso, the Hay.

1131Ben. The what?

1132Mer. The Pox of such antique lisping affecting phan-

1133tacies, these new tuners of accent: Iesu a very good blade,

1134a very tall man, a very good whore. Why is not this a la-

1135mentable thing Grandsire, that we should be thus afflicted

1136with these strange flies: these fashion Mongers, these par-

1137don-mee's, who stand so much on the new form, that they

1138cannot sit at ease on the old bench. O their bones, their

1139bones.

1141Ben. Here comes Romeo, here comes Romeo.

1142Mer. Without his Roe, like a dryed Hering. O flesh,

1143flesh, how art thou fishified? Now is he for the numbers

1144that Petrarch flowed in: Laura to his Lady, was a kitchen

1145wench, marrie she had a better Loue to berime her: Dido

1146a dowdie, Cleopatra a Gipsie, Hellen and Hero, hildin(gs

1147and Harlots: Thisbie a gray eie or so, but not to the purpose.

1148Signior Romeo, Bon iour, there's a French salutation to your

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