The most excellent Tragedie,
161103 Mount: I would thou wert
so happie by thy
stay
162104To heare true
shrift. Come Madame lets away.
163105 Benuo: Good morrow Co
sen.
164106 Romeo: Is the day
so young?
165107 Ben: But new
stroke nine.
166108 Romeo: Ay me,
sad hopes
seeme long.
167109Was that my Father that went hence
so fa
st?
168110 Ben: It was, what
sorrow lengthens
Romeos houres?
169111 Rom: Not hauing that, which hauing makes them
(short. 173115 Ro: Out of her fauor where I am in loue.
174116 Ben: Alas that loue
so gentle in her view,
175117Should be
so tyrranous and rough in proofe.
176118 Ro: Alas that loue who
se view is mu
ffled
still,
177119Should without lawes giue path-waies to our will:
178120Where
shall we dine? Gods me, what fray was here?
179121Yet tell me not for I haue heard it all,
180122Heres much to doe with hate, but more with loue.
181123Why then, O brawling loue, O louing hate,
182124O anie thing, of nothing
fir
st create!
183125O heauie lightnes
serious vanitie!
184126Mi
shapen
Caos of be
st seeming thinges,
185127Feather of lead, bright
smoke, cold
fire,
sicke health,
186128Still waking
sleepe, that is not what it is:
187129This loue feele I, which feele no loue in this.
189131 Ben: No Co
se I rather weepe.
190132 Rom: Good hart at what?
191133 Ben: At thy good hearts oppre
ssion.
192134 Ro: Why
such is loues tran
sgre
ssion,
Griefes