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You are a saucy boy:--Is’t so, indeed?'
Tyb. Patience perforce with wilful choler meeting,
[to Juliet. This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this, My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand
To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss. ; Jul. Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too
much, Which mannerly devotion shows in this; For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch,
And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss. Kom. Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too? Jul. Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer. Rom. O then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do;
They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair. Jul. Saints do not move, though grant for prayers'
sake. Rom. Then move not, while my prayer's effect I
take. Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purg'd.
Jul. Then have my lips the sin that they have took.
Rom. Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urg'd! Give me my sin again. Jul.
You kiss by the book. Nurse. Madam, your mother craves a word with
Is she a Capulet?
Ben. Away, begone; the sport is at the best.
i Cap. Nay, gentlemen, prepare not to be gone;
Jul. Come hither, nurse : What is yon gentleman?
Nurse. I know not.
Jul. Go, ask his name:-if he be married, My grave is like to be my wedding bed.
Nurse. His name is Romeo, and a Montague ;
Jul. My only love sprung from my only hate!
Nurse. What's this? what's this?
A rhyme I learn'd even now Of one I danc'd withal. [One calls within,] Juliet. Nurse.
Enter Chorus 23.
Now old desire doth in his death-bed lie,
to be his heir;
With tender Juliet match’d, is now not fair. Now Romeo is belov’d, and loves again,
Alike bewitched by the charm of looks; But to his foe suppos'd he must complain,
And she steal love's sweet bait from fearful hooks; Being held a foe, he may not have access
To breathe such vows as lovers use to swear ; And she as much in love, her means much less To meet her new-beloved any
where : But passion lends them power, time means to meet, Temp'ring extremities with extreme sweet. [Exit.
ACT II. SCENE I.
An open Place, adjoining Capulet's Garden.
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 Mercurio,
He is wise;
Nay, I'll conjure too..
And the demesnes that there adjacent lie,
him. Mer. This cannot
him: 'twould anger him To raise a spirit in his mistress' circle Of some strange nature, letting it there stand Till she had laid it, and conjur'd it down; That were some spite: my invocation Is fair and honest, and, in his mistress' name, I conjure only but to raise up him.
Ben. Come, he hath hid himself among those
To be consorted with the humorous night:
Mer. If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark.
Go, then; for 'tis in vain To seek him here, that means not to be found.
[Exeunt. SCENE II.
Rom. 27 He jests at scars, that never felt a wound.
[Juliet appears above, at a window,