While we were interchanging thrusts and blows, LA. MON. O, where is Romeo?-saw you him to-day? Right glad am I, he was not at this fray. BEN. Madam, an hour before the worshipp'd sun Towards him I made; but he was 'ware of me, I, measuring his affections by my own,— That most are busied when they are most alone,- And gladly shunn'd who gladly fled from me. MON. Many a morning hath he there been seen, Black and portentous must this humour prove, BEN. My noble uncle, do you know the cause? Could we but learn from whence his sorrows grow, Enter ROMEO, at a distance. BEN. See, where he comes: So please you, step aside; I'll know his grievance, or be much denied. MON. I would thou wert so happy by thy stay, To hear true shrift.-Come, madam, let 's away. BEN. Good morrow, cousin. BEN. But new struck nine. [Exeunt MONTAGUE and Lady Is the day so young? Ah me! sad hours seem long. Was that my father that went hence so fast? BEN. It was:-What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours? ROM. Not having that, which, having, makes them short. BEN. In love? ROM. Out BEN. Of love? ROM. Out of her favour, where I am in love. BEN. Alas, that love, so gentle in his view, Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof! Roм. Alas, that love, whose view is muffled still, Here 's much to do with hate, but more with love:- O heavy lightness! serious vanity! Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health! This love feel I, that feel no love in this. Dost thou not laugh? BEN. ROM. Good heart, at what? BEN. No, coz, I rather weep. At thy good heart's oppression. ROM. Why, such is love's transgression.— Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast; Which thou wilt propagate, to have it press'd With more of thine: this love, that thou hast shown, A choking gall, and a preserving sweet. BEN. ROM. Tut, I have lost myself; I am not here; But sadly tell me, who. [Going. Groan? why, no; Rom. Bid a sick man in sadness make his will:Ah, word ill urg'd to one that is so ill!— In sadness, cousin, I do love a woman. BEN. I aim'd so near, when I suppos'd you lov'd. Roм. A right good marksman!—And she 's fair I love. With Cupid's arrow, she hath Dian's wit; Aud, in strong proof of chastity well arm'd, From love's weak childish bow she lives unharm'd. That, when she dies, with beauty dies her store. BEN. Then she hath sworn that she will still live chaste? ROM. She hath, and in that sparing makes huge waste; For beauty, starv'd with her severity, Cuts beauty off from all posterity. She is too fair, too wise, wisely too fair, To merit bliss by making me despair: She hath forsworn to love; and, in that vow, BEN. Be rul'd by me, forget to think of her. ROM. O teach me how I should forget to think. BEN. By giving liberty unto thine eyes; Examine other beauties. To call hers, exquisite, in question more: Where I may read, who pass'd that passing fair? BEN. I'll pay that doctrine, or else die in debt. [Exeunt. SCENE II.-A Street. Enter CAPULET, PARIS, and Servant. CAP. And Montague is bound as well as I, PAR. Of honourable reckoning are you both; She hath not seen the change of fourteen years; PAR. Younger than she are happy mothers made. Such as I love; and you, among the store, One more, most welcome, makes my number more. And like her most, whose merit most shall be: Whose names are written there [gives a paper], and to them say, My house and welcome on their pleasure stay. [Exeunt CAPULET and PARIS. SERV. Find them out, whose names are written here? It is written-that the shoemaker should meddle with his yard, and the tailor with his last, the fisher with his pencil, and the painter with his nets; but I am sent to find those persons whose names are writ, and can never find what names the writing person hath here writ. I must to the learned:-In good time. Enter BENVOLIO and ROMEO. BEN. Tut, man! one fire burns out another's burning, And the rank poison of the old will die. ROM. For your broken shin. BEN. Why, Romeo, art thou mad? Rom. Not mad, but bound more than a madman is: Shut up in prison, kept without my food, |