of Romeo and Iuliet.
799800That thou her maide art far more faire then
she:
800801Be not her maide
since
she is enuious,
801802Her ve
stall liuery is but
sicke and greene,
802803And none but fooles do weare it, ca
st it o
ff:
803804It is my Lady,ô it is my loue,ô that
she knew
she wer,
804805She
speakes, yet
she
saies nothing, what of that?
805806Her eye di
scour
ses, I will an
swere it:
806807I am too bold, tis not to me
she
speakes:
807808Two of the faire
st starres in all the heauen,
808809Hauing
some bu
sines to entreate her eyes,
809810To twinckle in their
spheres till they returne.
810811What if her eyes were there, they in her head,
811812The brightne
sse of her cheek wold
shame tho
se
stars,
812813As day-light doth a lampe, her eye in heauen,
813814Would through the ayrie region
streame
so bright,
814815That birds would
sing, and thinke it were not night:
815816See how
she leanes her cheeke vpon her hand.
816817O that I were a gloue vpon that hand,
817818That I might touch that cheeke.
820821Oh
speake againe bright Angel, for thou art
821822As glorious to this night being ore my head,
822823As is a winged me
ssenger of heauen
823824Vnto the white vpturned wondring eyes,
824825Of mortalls that fall backe to gaze on him,
825826When he be
strides the lazie pu
ffing Cloudes,
826827And
sayles vpon the bo
some of the ayre.
827828Iuli. O
Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou
Romeo?
828829Denie thy father and refu
se thy name:
829830Or if thou wilt not, be but
sworne my loue,
830831And ile no longer be a
Capulet. 831832Ro. Shall I heare more, or
shall I
speake at this?
832833Iu. Tis but thy name that is my enemie:
833834Thou art thy
selfe, though not a
Mountague, 834835Whats
Mountague? it is nor hand nor foote,
D 2 Nor