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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.
    That thou her maide art far more faire then she:
    800Be not her maide since she is enuious,
    Her vestall liuery is but sicke and greene,
    And none but fooles do weare it, cast it off:
    It is my Lady,ô it is my loue,ô that she knew she wer,
    She speakes, yet she saies nothing, what of that?
    805Her eye discourses, I will answere it:
    I am too bold, tis not to me she speakes:
    Two of the fairest starres in all the heauen,
    Hauing some busines to entreate her eyes,
    To twinckle in their spheres till they returne.
    810What if her eyes were there, they in her head,
    The brightnesse of her cheek wold shame those stars,
    As day-light doth a lampe, her eye in heauen,
    Would through the ayrie region streame so bright,
    That birds would sing, and thinke it were not night:
    815See how she leanes her cheeke vpon her hand.
    O that I were a gloue vpon that hand,
    That I might touch that cheeke.
    Iu. Ay me.
    Ro. She speakes.
    820Oh speake againe bright Angel, for thou art
    As glorious to this night being ore my head,
    As is a winged messenger of heauen
    Vnto the white vpturned wondring eyes,
    Of mortalls that fall backe to gaze on him,
    825When he bestrides the lazie puffing Cloudes,
    And sayles vpon the bosome of the ayre.
    Iuli. O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?
    Denie thy father and refuse thy name:
    Or if thou wilt not, be but sworne my loue,
    830And ile no longer be a Capulet.
    Ro. Shall I heare more, or shall I speake at this?
    Iu. Tis but thy name that is my enemie:
    Thou art thy selfe, though not a Mountague,
    Whats Mountague? it is nor hand nor foote,
    D 2 Nor