of Romeo and Iuliet.
134153With teares augmenting the fre
sh mornings deawe,
135154Adding to cloudes, more clowdes with his deepe
sighes,
136155But all
so
soone, as the alcheering Sunne,
137156Should in the farthe
st Ea
st begin to draw,
138157The
shadie curtaines from
Auroras bed,
139158Away from light
steales home my heauie
sonne,
140159And priuate in his Chamber pennes him
selfe,
141160Shuts vp his windowes, locks faire day-light out,
142161And makes him
selfe an arti
ficiall night:
143162Blacke and portendous mu
st this humor proue,
144163Vnle
sse good coun
sell may the cau
se remoue.
145164Ben. My Noble Vncle do you know the cau
se?
146165Moun. I neither know it, nor can learne of him.
147166Ben. Haue you importunde him by any meanes?
148167Moun. Both by my
selfe and many other friends,
149168But he is owne a
ffe
ctions coun
seller,
150169Is to him
selfe (I will not
say how true)
151170But to him
selfe
so
secret and
so clo
se,
152171So farre from
sounding and di
scouerie,
153172As is the bud bit with an enuious worme,
154173Ere he can
spread his
sweete leaues to the ayre,
155174Or dedicate his bewtie to the
same.
156175Could we but learne from whence his
sorrows grow,
157176We would as willingly giue cure as know.
159178Benu. See where he comes,
so plea
se you
step a
side,
160179Ile know his greeuance or be much denide.
161180Moun. I would thou wert
so happie by thy
stay,
162181To heare true
shrift, come Madam lets away.
163183Benuol. Good morrow Cou
sin.
164184Romeo. Is the day
so young?
165185Ben. But new
strooke nine.
166186Romeo. Ay me,
sad houres
seeme long:
167187Was that my father that went hence
so fa
st?
168188Ben. It was: what
sadne
sse lengthens
Romeos houres?
B Rom. Not