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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.
    With teares augmenting the fresh mornings deawe,
    135Adding to cloudes, more clowdes with his deepe sighes,
    But all so soone, as the alcheering Sunne,
    Should in the farthest East begin to draw,
    The shadie curtaines from Auroras bed,
    Away from light steales home my heauie sonne,
    140And priuate in his Chamber pennes himselfe,
    Shuts vp his windowes, locks faire day-light out,
    And makes himselfe an artificiall night:
    Blacke and portendous must this humor proue,
    Vnlesse good counsell may the cause remoue.
    145Ben. My Noble Vncle do you know the cause?
    Moun. I neither know it, nor can learne of him.
    Ben. Haue you importunde him by any meanes?
    Moun. Both by my selfe and many other friends,
    But he is owne affections counseller,
    150Is to himselfe (I will not say how true)
    But to himselfe so secret and so close,
    So farre from sounding and discouerie,
    As is the bud bit with an enuious worme,
    Ere he can spread his sweete leaues to the ayre,
    155Or dedicate his bewtie to the same.
    Could we but learne from whence his sorrows grow,
    We would as willingly giue cure as know.
    Enter Romeo.
    Benu. See where he comes, so please you step aside,
    160Ile know his greeuance or be much denide.
    Moun. I would thou wert so happie by thy stay,
    To heare true shrift, come Madam lets away.
    Benuol. Good morrow Cousin.
    Romeo. Is the day so young?
    165Ben. But new strooke nine.
    Romeo. Ay me, sad houres seeme long:
    Was that my father that went hence so fast?
    Ben. It was: what sadnesse lengthens Romeos houres?
    B Rom. Not