The most lamentable Tragedie
763764Young
Abraham:
Cupid he that
shot
so true,
764765When King
Cophetua lou'd the begger mayd.
765766He heareth not, he
stirreth not, he moueth not,
766767The Ape is dead, and I mu
st coniure him.
767768I coniure thee by
Rosalines bright eyes,
768769By her high forehead, and her Scarlet lip,
769770By her
fine foot,
straight leg, and quiuering thigh,
770771And the demeanes, that there adiacent lie,
771772That in thy likene
sse thou appeare to vs.
772773Ben. And if he heare thee thou wilt anger him.
773774Mer. This cannot anger him, twould anger him
774775To rai
se a
spirit in his mi
stre
sse circle,
775776Of
some
strange nature, letting it there
stand
776777Till
she had laid it, and coniured it downe,
778779My inuocation is faire & hone
st, in his mi
stres name,
779780I coniure onely but to rai
se vp him.
780781 Ben. Come, he hath hid him
selfe among the
se trees
781782To be con
sorted with the humerous night:
782783Blind is his loue, and be
st be
fits the darke.
783784 Mer. If loue be blind, loue cannot hit the marke,
784785Now will he
sit vnder a Medler tree,
785786And wi
sh his mi
stre
sse were that kind of fruite,
786787As maides call Medlers, when they laugh alone.
787788O
Romeo that
she were, ô that
she were
788789An open, or thou a Poprin Peare.
789790Romeo goodnight, ile to my truckle bed,
790791This
field-bed is too cold for me to
sleepe,
792793Ben. Go then, for tis in vaine to
seeke him here
793794That meanes not to be found.
Exit. 794795Ro. He iea
sts at
scarres that neuer felt a wound,
795796But
soft, what light through yonder window breaks?
796797It is the Ea
st, and
Iuliet is the Sun.
797798Ari
se faire Sun and kill the enuious Moone,
798799Who is alreadie
sicke and pale with greefe,
That