2.0.1732734[Enter Chorus]Chorus

2.0.2733735Now old desire doth in his deathbed lie,

2.0.3734736And young affection gapes to be his heir;

2.0.4735737That fair for which love groaned for and would die,

2.0.5736738With tender Juliet matched, is now not fair.

2.0.6737739Now Romeo is beloved and loves again,

2.0.7738740Alike bewitched by the charm of looks,

2.0.8739741But to his foe supposed he must complain,

2.0.9740742And she steal love's sweet bait from fearful hooks.

2.0.10741743Being held a foe, he may not have access

2.0.11742744To breathe such vows as lovers use to swear,

2.0.12743745And she, as much in love, her means much less,

2.0.13744746To meet her new belovèd anywhere.

2.0.14745747But passion lends them power, time means, to meet,

2.0.15746748Temp'ring extremities with extreme sweet.[Exit]