of Romeo and Iuliet.
783583Mer: If loue be blind, loue will not hit the marke,
784584Now will he
sit vnder a Medler tree,
785585And wi
sh his Mi
stris were that kinde of fruite,
786586As maides call Medlers when they laugh alone.
787587Ah
Romeo that
she were, ah that
she were
788588An open
Et cetera, thou a poprin Peare.
789589Romeo God night, il'e to my trundle bed:
790590This
field bed is too cold for mee.
791591Come lets away, for tis but vaine,
792592To
seeke him here that meanes not to be found.
794593Ro: He ie
sts at
scars that neuer felt a wound:
795594But
soft, what light forth yonder window breakes?
796595It is the Ea
st, and
Iuliet is the Sunne,
797596Ari
se faire S nne, and kill the enuious Moone
798597That is alreadie
sicke, and pale with griefe:
799598That thou her maid, art far more faire than
she.
800599Be not her maide
since
she is enuious,
801600Her ve
stall liuerie is but pale and greene,
802601And none but fooles doe weare it, ca
st it o
ff.
804602She
speakes, but
she
sayes nothing. What of that?
805603Her eye di
scour
seth, I will an
swere it.
806604I am too bold, tis not to me
she
speakes,
807605Two of the faire
st starres in all the skies,
808606Hauing
some bu
sines, doe entreat her eyes
809607To twinckle in their
spheares till they returne.
810608What if her eyes were there, they in her head,
811609The brightnes of her cheekes would
shame tho
se
stars:
812610As day-light doth a Lampe, her eyes in heauen,
813611Would through the airie region
streame
so bright,
814612That birdes would
sing, and thinke it were not night.
815613Oh now
she leanes her cheekes vpon her hand,
816614I would I were the gloue to that
same hand,
D That