The most lamentable Tragedie
614620Ro. What Ladies that which doth enrich the hand
617623 Ro. O
she doth teach the torches to burn bright:
618624It
seemes
she hangs vpon the cheeke of night:
619625As a rich Iewel in an Ethiops eare,
620626Bewtie too rich for v
se, for earth too deare:
621627So
showes a
snowie Doue trooping with Crowes,
622628As yonder Lady ore her fellowes
showes:
623629The mea
sure done, Ile watch her place of
stand,
624630And touching hers, make ble
ssed my rude hand.
625631Did my hart loue till now, for
sweare it
sight,
626632For I nere
saw true bewtie till this night.
627633Tibal. This by his voyce,
should be a
Mountague. 628634Fetch me my Rapier boy, what dares the
slaue
629635Come hither couerd with an anticque face,
630636To
fleere and
scorne at our
solemnitie?
631637Now by the
stocke and honor of my kin,
632638To
strike him dead, I hold it not a
sin.
633639 Capu. Why how now kin
sman, wherefore
storme
(you so? 635640Tib. Vncle, this is a
Mountague our foe:
636641A villaine that is hither come in
spight,
637642To
scorne at our
solemnitie this night.
639644Tib. Tis he, that villaine
Romeo. 640645Capu. Content thee gentle Coze, let him alone,
641646A beares him like a portly Gentleman:
642647And to
say truth,
Verona brags of him,
643648To be a vertuous and welgouernd youth,
644649I would not for the wealth of all this Towne,
645650Here in my hou
se do him di
sparagement:
646651Therefore be patient, take no note of him,
647652It is my will, the which if thou re
spe
ct,
648653Shew a faire pre
sence, and put o
ff the
se frownes,
649654An illbe
seeming
semblance for a fea
st.
650655Tib. It
fits when
such a villaine is a gue
st,
Ile