I will withdraw: but this intrufion fhall, Now feeming fweet, convert to bitter gall. [Exit. Rom. If I profane with my unworthy hand [to JULIET. This holy fhrine, the gentle fine is this, My lips, two blufhing pilgrims, ready stand To fmooth that rough touch with a tender kifs. For faints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, Rom. Have not faints lips, and holy palmers too? They pray, grant thou, left faith turn to defpair. Jul. Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' fake, Rom. Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take. Thus from my lips, by yours, my fin is purg'd. [Kifling ber. Jul. Then have my lips the fin that they have took. Rom. Sin from my lips? O trefpafs fweetly urg'd! Give me my fin again. Jul. You kifs by the book. Nurfe. Madam, your mother craves a word with you. Nurfe. Marry, bachelor, Her mother is the lady of the house, And a good lady, and a wife, and virtuous: O dear account! my life is my foe's debt. 1. Cap. Nay, gentlemen, prepare not to be gone; We have a trifling foolish banquet towards.— Is it e'en fo? Why, then I thank you all; I thank you, honeft gentlemen; good night Jul. What's he, that now is going out of door? Jul. Go, afk his name :-if he be married, Nurfe. His name is Romeo, and a Montague; Jul. My only love sprung from my only hate! Cf one I danc'd withal. Nurfe. A rhyme I learn'd even now [One calls within, JULIET. Anon, anon: Come, let's away; the strangers all are gone. Enter CHORUS. Now old defire doth in his death-bed lie, And young affection gapes to be his heir; Now Romeo is belov'd, and loves again, Alike bewitched by the charm of looks; [Exeunt. But to his foe fuppos'd he must complain, And the fteal love's sweet bait from fearful hooks: Being held a foe, he may not have access To breathe fuch vows as lovers ufe to fwear; And she as much in love, her means much less To meet her new-beloved any where : But paffion lends them power, time means to meet, [Exit. ACT ACT II. SCENE I. An open Place, adjoining Capulet's Garden. Enter ROMEO. Rom. Can I go forward, when my heart is here? Turn back, dull earth, and find thy center out. [He climbs the wall, and leaps down within it. Enter BENVOLIO, and MERCUTIO. Ben. Romeo! my cousin Romeo! Mer. He is wife; And, on my life, hath ftolen him home to bed. Ben. He ran this way, and leap'd this orchard wall: Call, good Mercutio. Mer. Nay, I'll conjure too.- Speak but one rhyme, and I am satisfied; That in thy likeness thou appear to us. Ben. An if he hear thee, thou wilt anger him. Mer. |