783583Mer: If loue be blind, loue will not hit the marke,

784584Now will he sit vnder a Medler tree,

785585And wish his Mistris 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 iests at scars that neuer felt a wound:

795594But soft, what light forth yonder window breakes?

796595It is the East, and Iuliet is the Sunne,

797596Arise 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 vestall liuerie is but pale and greene,

802601And none but fooles doe weare it, cast it off.

804602She speakes, but she sayes nothing. What of that?

805603Her eye discourseth, I will answere it.

806604I am too bold, tis not to me she speakes,

807605Two of the fairest starres in all the skies,

808606Hauing some busines, 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 those 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,

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