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  • Title: Romeo and Juliet (Quarto 2, 1599)
  • Editor: Roger Apfelbaum
  • ISBN: 1-55058-299-2

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    Author: William Shakespeare
    Editor: Roger Apfelbaum
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    Romeo and Juliet (Quarto 2, 1599)

    of Romeo and Iuliet.
    And find delight, writ there with bewties pen,
    Examine euery married liniament,
    430And see how one an other lends content:
    And what obscurde in this faire volume lies,
    Finde written in the margeant of his eyes.
    This precious booke of loue, this vnbound louer,
    To bewtifie him, onely lacks a Couer.
    435The fish liues in the sea, and tis much pride
    For faire without the faire, within to hide:
    That booke in manies eyes doth share the glorie
    That in gold claspes locks in the golden storie:
    So shall you share all that he doth possesse,
    440By hauing him, making your selfe no lesse.
    Nurse. No lesse, nay bigger women grow by men.
    OldLa. Speake briefly, can you like of Paris loue?
    Iuli. Ile looke to like, if looking liking moue.
    But no more deepe will I endart mine eye,
    445Then your consent giues strength to make flie. Enter Serving.
    Ser. Madam the guests are come, supper seru'd vp, you cald,
    my young Lady askt for, the Nurse curst in the Pantrie, and e-
    uerie thing in extremitie: I must hence to wait, I beseech you
    450follow straight.
    Mo. We follow thee, Iuliet the Countie staies.
    Nur. Go gyrle, seeke happie nights to happie dayes.
    Exeunt.
    Enter Romeo, Mercutio, Benuolio, with fiue or sixe other
    455Maskers, torchbearers.
    Romeo. What shall this speech be spoke for our excuse?
    Or shall we on without appologie?
    Ben. The date is out of such prolixitie,
    Weele haue no Cupid, hudwinckt with a skarfe,
    460Bearing a Tartars painted bow of lath,
    Skaring the Ladies like a Crowkeeper.
    But let them measure vs by what they will,
    Weele measure them a measure and be gone.
    Rom. Giue me a torch, I am not for this ambling,
    C Being