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While we were interchanging thrusts and blows,
Came more and more, and fought on part and part,
Till the prince came, who parted either part.

LA. Mox. 0, 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
Peer'd forth the golden window of the east,
A troubled mind drave me to walk abroad;
Where, underneath the grove of sycamore,
That westward rooteth from this city's side,
So early walking did I see your son:
Towards him I made; but he was 'ware of me,
And stole into the covert of the wood:
I, measuring his affections by my own,-
That most are busied when they are most alone,
Pursued my humour, not pursuing his,
And gladly shunn'd who gladly fled from me.

Mon. Many a morning hath he there been seen,
With tears augmenting the fresh morning's dew,
Adding to clouds more clouds with his deep sighs:
But all so soon as the all-cheering sun
Should in the farthest east begin to draw
The shady curtains from Aurora's bed,
Away from light steals home my heavy son,
And private in his chamber pens himself ;
Shuts up his windows, locks fair daylight out,
And makes himself an artificial night:
Black and portentous must this humour prove,
Unless good counsel may the cause remove.

BEN. My noble uncle, do you know the cause?
Mon. I neither know it, nor can learv of him.
BEN. Have you importun'd him by any means?

Mon. Both by myself, and many others, friends:
But he, his own affections' counsellor,
Is to himself—I will not say, how true
But to himself so secret and so close,
So far from sounding and discovery,
As is the bud bit with an envious worm,
Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air,
Or dedicate his beauty to the sun.

Could we but learn from whence his sorrows grow,
We would as willingly give cure, as know.

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.

[Exeunt MONTAGUE and Lady. BEN. Good morrow, cousin. Rom.

Is the day so young?
BEN. But new struck nine.
Rom.

Ah me! sad hours seem long. Was that my father that went hence so fast?

BEN. It was:—Wbat 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 !

Rom. Alas, that love, whose view is muffled still,
Should, without eyes, see pathways to his will !
Where shall we dine ?-0 me!—What fray was here?
Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all.
Here 's much to do with hate, but more with love:
Why, then, O brawling love! O loving hate!
O anything, of nothing first created !
O heavy lightness! serious vanity!
Mis-shapen chaos of well-seeming forms!
Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health!
Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is!
This love feel I, that feel no love in this.
Dost thou not laugh?
BEN.

No, coz, I rather weep.
Rom. Good heart, at what?
BEN.

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,
Doth add more grief to too much of mine own.
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs;
Being purg'd, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes ;
Being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with loving tears:
What is it else? a madness most discreet,
A choking gall, and a preserving sweet.
Farewell, my coz.

[Going. BEN.

Soft, I will go along;
An if you leave me so, you do me wrong.

Rom. Tut, I have lost myself ; I am not here;
This is not Romeo, he's some other where.

Ben. Tell me in sadness, who is that you love.
Rom. What, shall I groan, and tell thee?
BEN.

Groan? why, no; But sadly tell me, who.

Rom. Bid a sick man in sadnessmake 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. Rom. A right good marksman!- And she 's fair I love. BEN. A right fair mark, fair coz, is soonest hit.

Rom. Well, in that hit, you miss: she 'll not be hit
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.
She will not stay the siege of loving terms,
Nor bide the encounter of assailing eyes,
Nor ope her lap to saint-seducing gold:
0, she is rich in beauty; only poor
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,
Do I live dead, that live to tell it pow.

"T is the way

BEN. Be ruld 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.

Rom.
To call hers, exquisite, in question more:
These happy masks, that kiss fair ladies' brows,
Being black, put us in mind they hide the fair;
He that is strucken blind, cannot forget
The precious treasure of his eyesight lost:
Show me a mistress that is passing fair,
What doth her beauty serve, but as a note
Where I may read, who pass'd that passing fair ?
Farewell: thou canst not teach me to forget.

BEN. I 'll pay that doctrine, or else die in debt. [Exeunt.

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SCENE II.-A Street.

Enter CAPULET, PARIS, and Servant.
CAP. And Montague is bound as well as I,
In penalty alike; and 't is not hard, I think,
For men so old as we to keep the peace,

PAR. Of honourable reckoning are you both;
And pity 't is, you liv'd at odds so long.
But now, my lord, what say you to my suit?

CAP. But saying o'er what I have said before.
My child is yet a stranger in the world,
She hath not seen the change of fourteen years;
Let two more summers wither in their pride,
Ere we may think her ripe to be a bride.

Par. Younger than she are happy mothers made.

CAP. And too soon marr'd are those so early made.
Earth hath swallow'd all my hopes but she,
She is the hopeful lady of my earth:
But woo her, gentle Paris, get her heart,
My will to her consent is but a part;
An she agree, within her scope of choice
Lies my consent and fair according voice.
This night I hold an old accustom'd feast,
Whereto I have invited many a guest,

Such as I love; and you, among the store,
One more, most welcome, makes my number more.
At my poor house, look to behold this night
Earth-treading stars, that make dark heaven light:
Such comfort, as do lusty young men feel
When well-apparell d April on the heel
Of limping winter treads, even such delight
Among fresh female buds shall you this night
Inherit at my house; hear all, all see,
And like her most, whose merit most shall be:
Which on more view of many, mine, being one,
May stand in number, though in reckoning none.
Come, go with me;—Go, sirrah, trudge about
Through fair Verona; find those persons out,
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 Dames 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,

One pain is lessen’d by another's anguish;
Turn giddy, and be holp by backward turning;

One desperate grief cures with another's languish:
Take thou some new infection to the eye,

And the rank poison of the old will die. Rox. Your plantain-leaf is excellent for that. Ben. For what, I pray

thee? Rou.

For your broken shin. Ben. Why, Romeo, art thou mad ?

Ron. Not mad, but bound more than a madman is: Shut up in prison, kept without my food,

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