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TWENTY
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S H A KES PEAR E,
Being the whole Number printed in Quarto
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VOLUME ihc FOURTH.
C O N T A I N I N.G,
The mofl: excellent Tragedie of Romeo and
luLIET “ — —
The moft lamentable Tragedie of Romeo and
luLIET — — — —
The Tragedy of Hamlet Prince of Denmarkc i5i i
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Shakespeares Sonnets and Louers Complaint 1609 'The Htfiory of King heir and his three Daughters i ^05
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An Excellent Conceited
TRAGEDIE,
O F
ROMEO and lULIET.
As it hath been often (with great applaufe) plaid piibliquely.
By the Right Honourable the L. of Hunsdon his Seruants.
LONDON.
Printed by Iohn Dantsr, i597«.- '
This is the firft Edition of Romeo and Juliet before it received the Alterations and Im- provements to be found in the Copy that follov^-s.
THE
PROLOGUE.
WO houfhold frends alike in dignitie,
(In faire Veronay where we lay our Scene) From ciuill broyles broke into enmitie,
Whofe ciuill warre makes ciuill hands vncleane. From forth the fatall loynes of thefe two foes,
A paire of ftarre-eroft louers tooke their life : Whofe mifaduentures, piteous ouerthrowes, (Through the continuing of their fathers ftrife, And death-markt palTage of their parents rage)
Is now the two howres trafEque of our ftage. The which if you with patient eares attend.
What here we want wee’l flu die to ^end.
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T R A G E D I E
O F
ROMEOand lULIET.
Enter 2. feruing-men of the Capolets.
Greg OR IE, of my word He carrie no coales.
2 No, for if you doo, you fhould be a collier.
1 If I be in choler, He draw.
2 Euer while you liue, draw your necke out of the the collar.
I I ftrikc quickly being moou’d.
2 I, but you are not quickly mou’d to Hrike.
I Dog of the houfe of the Mountagues moues me.
2 To mooue is to ftirre, and to bee valiant is to Hand to it : therefore (of my word) if thou be mooud thou’t runne away.
I There’s not a man of them I meete, but He take the ' wall of.
2 That ftiewes thee a weakling, for the weakeft goes to the wall.
I Thats true, therefore He thruft the men from the wall, and thruft the maids to to the walls : nay, thou fhalt fee I am a tall peece of flelh.
2 Tis well thou art not fifh, for if thou wert thou wouldR be but poore lohn.
The most excellent Tragedie
1 He play the tyrant, He firll begin with the maids, and ofF with their heads.
2 The heads of the maids ?
1 I the hcades of their maides, or the maidenheades, take it in what fence thou wilt.
2 Nay let them take It In fence that feele it, but heere comes two of the Mount ague s .
Enter two feruingmen of the Monntagues.
1 Nay feare not me I warrant thee.
2 I feare them no more than thee, but draw.
1 Nay let vs haue the law on our fide, let them begin firfl. He tell thee what He doo, as I goe by He bite my thumbe,^ which is difgrace enough if they fuffer it.
2 Content, goe thou by and bite thy thumbe, and He come after and frowne.
I Moun. Doo you bite your thumbe at vs ? .
1 I bite my thumbe.
2 Moun, I but i’fl at vs ?
1 I bite my thumbe, is the law on our fide ?
2 No.
1 I bite my thumbe.
1 Moun, I but i’H at vs ?
Enter Beneuolio.
2 Say I, he're comes my mailers kinfman.
They draw, to them 'enters Tybalt, they fight, to them the Prince, old Mountague, and his wife, old Capulet and his wife, and other citizens and. part them.
Prince, Rebellious Tubiedls enemies to peace,
On paine of torture, from thofe bloody handes Throw your miftempered weapons to the ground.
Three ciuell brawles bred of an airie word,
By
OF Romeo and Iuliet.'
By the old Capulet and Mountague^
Haue thrice difturbd the quiet of' our flreets.
If euer you diflurbe our ftreets againe,
Your hues fhall pay the ranfome of your fault;
For this time euery man depart iu peace.
Come Capulet come you along with me.
And Mountague, come you this afternoone,
To know our farther pleafure in this cafe.
To old free towne our common iudgement place.
Once more on paine of death each man depart. Exeunt, M, Who fet this auncient quarrel firft abroach ? Speake nephew, were you by when it began?
Benuo, Here were the feruants of your aduerfaries.
And yours clofe fighting ere I did approch.
JVife, Ah where is Romeo, faw you him to day ?
Right glad I am he was not at this fray.
Ben. Madame, an houre before the worihipt funne Peept through the golden window of the.eafl,
A troubled thought drew me from companie :
Where vnderneath the groue ficamoure That weflward rooteth from the cities hde,
So early walking might I fee your fonne.
I drew towards him, but he was ware of me.
And drew into the thicket of the wood ;
I noting his affeftions by mine owne, ,
That moft are bufied when th’ are mofl alone,
Purfued my honor, not purfuing his.
Moun. Black and portentious mufl this honor proue,
VnleflTe good counfaile doo the caufe remooue,
Ben. Why tell me Vncle do you know the caufe ?
' Enter Romeo.
Bloun. I neyther know it nor can learne of him.
Ben. See where he is, but ffand you both afidc.
He know his grieuance, or be much denied.
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Mount.
The most excellent Tragedie
Mount, I would thou wert fo happie by thy flay To heare true fhrift. Come madame lets away,
Bemio, Good morrow cofen.
Romeo. Is the day fo young ?
Ben. But new'flroke nine.
Romeo. Ay me, fad hopes feeme long.
Was that my father that went hence fo fall ?
Ben. It was, what forrow lengthens Romeos hours ? Romeo. Not hauing that, which hauing makes them Ihort. Ren* In loue.
Romeo. Out.
Ben. Of loue.
Ro. Out of her fauour where I am in loue.
Ben. Alas that loue fo gentle in her view.
Should be fo tyrranous and rough in proofe.
Ro. Alas that loue whofe view is muffled Bill,
Should without lawes glue path-waies to our will :
Where fhall we dine ? Gods me, what fray was here \
Yet tell me not for I haue heard it all,
Heres much to doe with hate, but more with loue.
Why then, O brawling loue, O louing hate,
O anie thing, of nothing firfl create !
O heauie lightnes ferious vanitie !
Mifflapen Caos of beft feeming thinges,
Feather of lead, bright fmoke, cold fire, fickc health,
Still waking fleepe, that is not what it is :
This loue feele I, which feele no loue in this.
Doeft thou not laugh ?
Ren. No cofe I rather weepe.
Rom. Good hart at what ?
Ben. At thy good hearts oppreffion.
Ro. Why fuch is loues tranfgreffion,
Griefes of mine owne lie heauie at my hart.
Which thou wouIdB propagate to haue them prcB
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OF Romeo and Iuliet.’
With more of thine, this griefe that thou haft ftiownc,
Doth ad more griefe to too much of mine owne.
Loue is a fmoke raifde with the fume of fighes Being purgde, a fire fparkiing in louers eyes :
Being vext, a fea raging with a louers tears.
What is it elfe ? A madnes moft difcreet,
A choking gall, and a preferuing fweet. Farewell cofc, .
Ben. Nay He goe along.
And if you hinder me you doo me wrong.
Ro. Tut I haue loft my felfe I am not here.
This is not Rotneoy hee’s fome other where.
Ben. Tell me in fadnes whome fhe is you loue ?
Ro. What (hall I grone and tell thee ?
Ben. Why no, but fadly tell me who.
Ro. Bid a fickman in fadnefs make his will.
Ah word ill vrgde to one that is fo ill.
In fadnes cofen I doo ioue a woman. ^
Ben. I aimde fo right, when as you faid you lou’d.
Ro. A right good mark-man, and ftiee’s faire I loue.
Ben, A right faire marke faire cofe is fooneft hit.
Ro. But in that hit you miffe, ftiee’le not be hit With Cupids arrow, ftiee hath Dianaes wit.
And in ftrong proofe of chaftitle well arm’d 5 Gainft Cupids childifh bow ftie Hues vnharm’d,
Shee’le not abide the Hedge of louing tearmes.
Nor ope her lap to faint fedudng gold,
Ah fhe is rich in beau tie, only poore.
That when fhe dies with beautie dies her ftorc. Exeu,
Enter Coimtie Paris, old Capulet.
Of honorable reckoning are they both.
And pittie tis they Hue at ods fo long: f
But leaning that, w'hat fay you to my ftite ?
The most excellent Tragedie
Capu. What fliould I fay more than I faid before.
My daughter is a Granger in the world,
Shee hath not yet attainde to fourteene yeares ;
Let two more fommers wither in their pride,
Before file can be thought fit for a bride.
Paris, Younger than fhe are happie mothers made.
Cap. But too foone marde are thefe fo early marled :
But wooe her gentle PariSy get her heart.
My word to her confent is but a part.
This night I hold an old accuflom’d feafl:,
Whereto I haue inuited many a gueft,
Such as I loue : yet you among the flore.
One more mofl welcome makes the number more.
At my poore houfe you fhall behold this night,
Earth treadding flars, that make darke heaucn light :
Such comfort as doo luAy youngmen feele.
When well apparaild Aprill on the heele Of lumping winter treads, euen fuch delights Arnongfl frefh female buds fhall you this night Inherit at my houfe, heare all, all fee.
And like her moft, whofe merite moil dial be.
Such amongfl: view of many mync beeing one.
May Band in number though in reckoning none.
Enter Seruingmen.
Where are you firra, goe trudge about Through faire Verona flreets, and feeke them out :
Whofe names are written here and to them fay.
My houfe and welcome at their pleafure flay. Exeunt.
Ser. Seeke them out whofe names are written here, and yet I knowe not who are written here : I mud to the learned to learne of them, that’s as much to fay, the .taylor mud meddle with his lafle, the fhoomaker with his needle, the
painter
OF Romeo and Iuliet.
painter with his nets, and the fiflier with his penfill, I miifl to the learned.
Enter Benuolio and Romeo.
Ben, Tut man one fire burnes out anothers burning,
One paine is lefTned with anothers anguifh:
Turne backward, and be holp with backward turning,
One defperate griefe cures with anothers languifh.
Take thou fome new infe<ffion to thy eye.
And the ranke poyfon of the old will die.
Romeo. Your planfon leafe is excellent for that.
Ben. For what ?
Romeo. For your broken fhin.
Ben. Why Romeo art thou mad ?
Rom. Not mad, but bound more than a mad man is.
Shut vp in prifon, kept without my foode,
Whipt and tormented, and godden good fellow.
Ser. Godgigoden, I pray fir can you read,
Rom. I mine owne fortune in my miferie.
Ser. Perhaps you haue -learned it without booke : but I pray can you read any thing you fee
Rom. I if I know the letters and the language.
Bern. Yee fay honeftly, reft you merrie.
Rom. Stay felbw I can read.
He reads the letter.
Seigneur Martino and his vjife and daughters y countie An- felme and his beauteous ftfterSy the ladie luiddow Vtruuio, feigneur Placentio, and his louelie neeces, Mercutio and his bro- ther Valentine, mine vncle Capulet his unfe and daughterSy my faire ?ieece Rofaline a?id Liuia, feigneur Valentio and his cofen Tibalt, Lucio and the liuelie Hellena.
A faire aflembly, svhethcr (hould they come ?
Ser.
The most excellent Tragedie
Ser. Vp.
Ro, Whether to fupper ?
Ser. To our houfe.
Ro. Whofe houfe >
Sef^, My maAers.
Ro, Indeed I fhould haue askt thee that before.
Ser. Now Il’e tel you without asking. My maAer is the great rich Capiilety and if you be not of the houfe of Moun- t agues ^ I pray come and crufli a cup of wine. ReA you merrie.
Ben. At this fame auncient feaA of CapuletSy Sups the faire Rofaline whom thou fo loues : '
With all the admired beauties of Verona,
Goe thither and with vnattainted eye,
Compare her face with fome that I Aiall Aiew,
And I will make thee thinke thy fwan a crow,
Ro. W’^hen the deuout religion of mine eye Maintaines fuch fallhood, then turne teares to fire.
And thefe who often drownde could neuer die,
Tranfparent heretiques be burnt for Tiers One fairer than my loue, the all feeing fonne Nere faw her match, fince fir A the world begun.
Ben. Tut you faw her faire none els being by.
Her feife poyfd with her felfe in either eye :
But in that criAall fcales let there be waide.
Your ladyes loue, again A fome other maide That I will Aiew you Alining at this feaA,
And Aie Aiall fcant Aiew well that now feemes beA.
Rom. He goe along no fuch fight to be Aiowne,
But to reioyce in fplendor of mine owne.
Etiter
OF Romeo and Iuliet.
Enter Capulets •wife and Nuice.
Wife. Nurce wher’s my daughter call her forth to mee.
Nurce, Now by my maiden head at twelue yeare old I bad her come, what lamb, what ladie bird, God forbid. Wher’s this girle ? what Iuliet,
Enter Iuliet.
Juliet. How now who cals I
Nurce. Your mother.
lul. Madame I am here, what is your will ?
W. This is the matter. Nurfe giue leaue a while, we mufl ♦alke in fecret. Nurce come back again I haue remembrei me, thou’fe heare our counfaile. Thou knoweft my daughters of a prettie age.
Nurce. Faith I can tell her age unto an houro.
Wife. Shec’s not fourteene.
Nurce. He lay fourteene of my teeth, and yet to my teene be it fpoken, I haue but foure, Ihee’s not fourteene. How long is it now to Lammas-tide ?
Wife. A fortnight aad odde days.
Nurce. Euen or odde, of all dayes in the yeare come Lam- mas eue at night fhall fhe be fourteene. Sufan and (he God reft all chriftian foules were of an age. Well Sufan is* with God, fhe was too good for me : But as I faid on Lammas eue at night fhall fhe be fourteene, that fhall fhee marie I remember it well. Tis fince the earth-quake nowe eleauen yeares, and fhe was weand I neuer fhall forget it, of all the dales of the yeare vpon that day : for I had then laid wormewood to my dug, fitting in the fun vnder tlie doue-houfe wall. My lord -and you were then at Mantua^ nay I do beare a braine : but as I faid, when it did taft the wormwood on the nipple of " jay dug, and felt it bitter, pretty foole to fee itjeachie and fall
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The most excellent Tragedie
out With dugge. Shake quoth the doue-houfe twas no need I trow to bid me trudge, and fince that time it is a leauen yeare : for then could luliet flande high lone, nay by the roode, fhee could haue wadled vp and downe, for euen the day before fhee brake her brow, and then my hufband God be with his foule, hee was a merrie man : doft thou fall for-* ward luliet ? thou wilt fall backward when thou haft more wit : wilt thou not luliet ? and by my hollidam, the pretty foole left crying and faid I. To fee how a ieaft (hall come about, I warrant you if I fhould Hue a hundred yeare, I ne- uer Ihould forget it, wilt thou not luliet ? and by my troth Ihe ftinted and cried I.
luliet. And ftint thou too, I prethee nurce fay I.
Nurce. Well goe thy waies, God marke thee for his grace, thou wert the prettieft babe that euer I nurft, might I but Hue to fee thee married once, I hauemywifh.'
Wife. And that fame marriage nurce, is the theame I meant to talke of: tell me luliet y howe ftand you affected to be married ?
ltd. It is an honor that I dreame not off.
Nurce. An honor ! were not I thy onely nurce, I would fay thou hadft fuckt wifedome from thy teat.
V/ife. Well girle, the noble countie Paris feekes thee for his wife.
Nurce. A man young ladic, ladle fuch a man as all the world, v/hy he is a man of waxe.
Wife. Veronaes fummer hath not fuch a flower.
Nurce, Nay he is a flower, in faith a very flower.
Wife. Well luliet, how like you of Paris loue.
luliet. lie looke to like, if looking liking moue, '
But no more deepe will I engage mine eye,
Then your confent glues ftrength to make it flie.
Enter
OF Romeo and Iuliet;
Enter Clowae.
Clowne. Maddam you are cald for, fupper Is readie, the nurce curft'in the pantrie, all thlnges in extreamitie, make hafl for I muft be gone to waite.
Enter Majkers 'with Romeo and a Page*
Ro, What fhall this fpeech bee fpoke for our excufe ?
Or fliall we on without apologie.
Bemioleo, The date is out of fuch prolixitie,
Weele haue no Cupid hudwinckt with a fcarfe.
Bearing a Tartars painted bow of lath.
Scaring the ladies like a crow-keeper :
Nor no without booke prologue faintly fpoke After the prompter, for our entrance.
But let them meafure vs by what they will,
Weele meafure them a meafnre and be gone.
Rom, A torch for me I am not for this aumbling,
Beeing but heauie I will beare the light.
Mer, Beleeue me Romeo I mufl haue you daunce.
' Rom, Not I beleeue me you haue dancing Ihooes With nimble foies, I haue a foule of lead So flakes me to the ground I cannot flirre.
Mer, Giue me a cafe to put my vifage in,
A vifor for a vifor, what care I What curious eye doth coate deformltie.
Rom, Giue me a torch, let wantons light of hart Tickle the fenceles rufhes with their heeles :
For I am prouerbd with a grandfire phrafe.
He be a candleholder and looke on,
The game was nere fo faire and I am done.
Mer, Tut dun’s the moufe, the cunflable’s old word, if thou beefl dun, weele draw thee from the mire
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Of this furreuerence loue wherein thou flickft,
Leaue this talke, we burne day light here,
R7m. Nay thats not fo.
Mer, I meane fir in delay,
We burne our lights by night, like kmpes by day.
Take our good meaning for our iudgement fits Three times a day, ere once in her right wits.
Rom, So we meane well by going to this mafkc :
But tis no wit to goe.
Mer. Why Romeo may one afke ?
Rom. I dreamt a dreame to night.
Mer. And fo did I,
Rom. Why what was yours ?
Mer. That dreamers often lie.
Rom. In bed afleepe while they doe dreame things true. Mer. Ah then I fee queen Mab hath bin with you.
Ben. Queen Mah whats (he ?
She is the fairies midwife and doth come In fiiape no bigger than an aggat Hone On the forefinger of a burgomaller,
Drawne with a teeme of little atomi,
A thwart mens nofes when they lie afleepe.
Her waggon fpokes are made of fpinners webs.
The couer, of the winges of graflioppers.
The traces are the moone-lhine watrie beames.
The coilers crickets bones, the lalh of filmes,
Her waggoner is a final! gray coated flie Not halfe fo big as is a little worme,
Pickt from the lafie finger of a maide.
And in this fort fhe gallops up and downe Through louers braines, and then they dreame of louc. O’re courtiers knees : who firait on curfies dreame O’re ladies lips, who dreame on kifTes firait :
Which oft the angrie Mah with blifiers plagues.
Becaufe
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Becaufe their breathes with fweet meats tainted are :
Sometimes (he gallops ore a lawers lap.
And then dreames he of fmelling out a fute.
And fometime comes Ihe with a tithe pigs taile.
Tickling a parfon’s nofe that lies afleepe,
And then dreames he of another benefice :
Sometimes (he gallops ore a fouldiers nofe.
And then dreames he of cutting forraine throats,
Of breaches ambufeados, countermines,
Of healthes fiue fadome deepe, and then anon Drums in his eare : at which he ftartes and wakes,
And fweares a praier or two and fleepes againe.
This is that Mab that makes maids lie on their backes.
And proues them women of good cariage.
This is the verie Mab that plats the manes of horfes in the night, And plats the Elfelocks in foule fluttifii haire,
Which once vntangled much misfortune breedes.
Rom, Peace, peace, thou talkll: of nothing.
Mer. True I talke of dreames.
Which areithe children of an idle braine,
Begot of nothing but vaine fantafie,
Which is as thinne a fubftance as the aire,
And more inconftant than the winde,
Which wooes euen now the frofe bowels of the north,
And being angred pufFes away in hafte.
Turning his face to the dew-dropping fouth.
Ben. Come, come, this winde doth blow vs from onriclues. Supper is done and we fnall come too late.
Ro. I feare too carlie, for my minde mifgiues Some confequence is hanging in the ftars.
Which bitterly begins his fearefull date With this nights reuels, and expiers the terme Of a difpifed life, clofde in this bread.
By foine vntimelie forfet of vile death.
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But he that hath the Peerage of my courfe Directs my falle, on luffie gentlemen.
Enter old Capulet with the ladies,
Capu. Welcome gentlemen, welcome gentlemen,
Ladies that haue their toes vnplagud with corns Will haue about with you, ah ha my milfrefTes,
Which of you all will now refufe to dance ?
Shee that makes daintie, fhee He fweare hath corns.
Am I come neere you now, welcome gentlemen, welcome. More lights you knaues, and turn thefe tables vp.
And quench the fire the roome is growne too hote. '
Ah firra, this vnlookt for fport comes well,
Nay fit, nay fit, good cofen Capulet :
For you and I are pafl our Handing dayes,
How long is it fince you and I were in a mafl^e ?
Cof. By ladie fir tis thirtie yeares at leaf!:.
Cap. Tis not fo much, tis not fo much.
Tis fince the mariage of Lucent io, •
Come Pentecojl as quicklie as it will.
Some fine and twentie yeares, and then we mafkt.
Cof. Tis more, tis more, his fonne is elder far.
Cap. Will you tell me that it cannot be fo.
His fonne was but a ward three yeares agoe.
Good youths I faith. Oh youth’s a iolly thing. - Rom. What ladie is that that doth inrich the hand Of yonder knight ? O fhee doth teach the torches to burne bright ! It feemes fhe hangs upon the cheeke of night.
Like a rich iewell in an Aeihiops eare.
Beau tie too rich for vfe, for earth too deare :
So fhines a fnow* white fwan trouping with crowes.
As this fair ladie ouer her fellowes fnowes.
The meafure done, lie watch her place of Hand,
And touching hers, make happle my rude hand.
Did
OF Romeo and Iuliet.
Did my heart loue till now ? Forfweare it fight,
I neuer faw true beautie till this night.
Tib. This by his voice fhould be a Mountague^
Fetch me my rapier boy. What dares the flaue Come hither couer’d with an anticke face.
To fcorne and ieere at our folemnitie ?
Now by the ftocke and honor of my kin.
To flrike him dead I hold it for no fm.
Ca. Why how now cofen, wherefore florm you fo.
Ti. Vncle this is a Mountague our foe,
A villaine that is hether come in fpight.
To mocke at our folemnitie this night.
Ca. Young Romeo is it not ?
Ti. It is that villaine Romeo.
Ca. Let him alone, he beares him like a portly gentleman. And to fpeake truth, Verona brags of him.
As of a vertuous and well gouern’d youth :
I would not for the wealth of all this towne.
Here in my houfe doo him difparagement :
Therefore be quiet take no note of him,
Beare a faire prefence, and put off thefe frownes,
An ill befeeming femblance for a feafl.
Ti. It fits when fuch a villaine is a guefl.
He not indure him. '
Ca. He fhal be indured, goe to I fay, he fhall.
Am I the mafter of the houfe or you ?
You’le not indure him \ God fhall mend my foule You’le make a mutenie amongft my guefts,
You’le fet cocke a hoope, you’le be the man.
Ti. Vncle tis a fhame,
Ca. Goe too, you are a faucie knaue.
This tricke will fcath you one day I know what.
Well faid my hartes : be quiet :
More light ye knaue, or 1 will make you quiet.
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Tihalt. Patience perforce 'with wilfull choller meeting. Makes my flefli tremble in their different greetings ;
I will withdraw, but this intrufion fhall Now feeming fweet, conuert to bitter gall.
Rom. If I prophane with my vnworthie hand.
This holie fhrine, the gentle finne is this :
My lips two blufhing pilgrims ready Hand,
To fmooth the rough touch with a gentle ki/Te.
lull. Good pilgrime you doe wrong your hand too much, Which mannerly deuotion fhewes in this ;
For faints haue hands which holy palmers touch,
^nd palme to palme is holy palmers kifle.
Rom. Haue not faints lips, and holy palmers too ?
luli. Yes pilgrime lips that they muff vfe in praier.
Ro. Why then faire faint, let lips do what hands doo. They pray, yeeld thou, leaft faith turne to defpaire.
lu. Saints doe not mooue though : grant nor praier forfake.
Ro. Then mooue not till my praiers effed I take.
Thus from my lips, by yours my fin is purgde.
III. Then haue my lips the fin that they haue tooke.
Ro. Sinne from my lips, O trefpaffe fweetly vrgde I Giue me my finne againe.
lu. You kiffe by the booke.
Nurfe. Madame your mother calles.
Rom. What is her mother ?
JMurfe. Marrie batcheler her mother is the ladle of the houfe, and a. good lady, and' a wife, and a vertuous. I nurft her daughter that you taikt withall, I tell you, he that can lay hold of her fhall haue the chinkes.
Rom. Is fhe a Mountague P Oh deare account.
My life Is my foes thrall.
Ca. Nay gentlemen prepare not to be gone.
We haue a trifling foolilli banquet towards.
They 'whif^er in his ears.
I pray
OF Romeo and Iuliet.
I pray you let me intreat you. Is it fo ?
Well then I thanke you honefl gentlemen,
I promife you but for your company,
I would haue bin a bed an houre agoe :
Light to my chamber hoe. Exeunt^
luL Nurfe, what is yonder gentleman ?
Nur. The fonne and heirc of old Tiberio.
lul. Whats he that now is going out of dore ?
Nur, That as I thinke is yong Petruchio,
lul, Whats he that followes there that would not dance ?
■ Nur, I know not.
luL Goe learne his name, if he be marled,
My graue is like to be my wedding bed.
Nur. His name is Romeo and a Mountague, the onely fonne of your great enemie.
lul. My onely loue fprung from my onely hate.
Too early feene vnknowne, and knowne too late : '
Prodigious birth of loue is this to me,
That I fhould loue a loathed enemie.
Nurfe. Whats this ? whats that ?
JuL Nothing nurfe but a rime I learnt euen now of one I dancH with.
Nurfe. Come your mother dales for you, He goe along with you. Exeunt.
Enter Romeo alone,
Ro, Shall I goe forward and my heart is here ?
Turne backe dull earth and finde thy center out.
Enter Benuolio Mercutio,
Ben. Borneo^ my cofen Romeo.
Mer. Doeft thou hcare he is wife.
The most excellent Tracedie
Ben, He came this way, and leapt this orchard wall.
Call good Mercutio.
Mer, Call, nay He conlure too.
Romeoy madman, humors, paflion, liuer, appeare thou in iikenes of a fjgh : fpeak but one rinie and I am fatisfied, cry but ay me. Pronounce but loue and doue, fpeake to my go/Tip Venus one faire w'ord, one nick name for her purblinde fonne and heire young Jbraharn ; Cupid hee that (hot fo trim when young king Cophetua loued the begger wench. Hee heares me not. I coniure the,e by Rofalindes bright eye, high fore- head, and fcarlet lip, her prettie foote, ftraightleg, and quiuer- ing thigh, and the demaines that there adiacent lie, that in thy likenelTe thou appeare to vs.
Ben. If he doe heafe thee thou wilt anger him.
Mer. Tut this cannot anger him, marrie if one fhuld raife a fpirit in his mifiris circle of fome firange fafhion, making it there to Hand till fhe had laid it, and coniurde it downe, that were fome fpite. My inuocation is faire and honeH, and in his miflris name I coniure onely but to raife vp him.
Ben. W^ll he hath hid himfelfe arhongfl: thofe trees.
To, be conforted with the humerous night,
Blinde in his loue, and befl befits thedarke.
Mer. If loue be blind, loue will not hit the marke.
Now will he fit vnder a medler tree.
And wilh his mifiris were that kinde of frulte.
As maides call medlers when they laugh alone*
Ah Romeo that ihe were, ah that fhe were An open Et catera, thou a poprin peare.
Romeo God night, il’e to my trundle bed :
This field bed is too cold for mee.
Come lets away, for tls but vaine.
To feeke him here that meanes not to be found.
Ro. He iefis at fears that neuer felt a wound :
But foft, what light forth yonder window breakes ?
It
OF Romeo and Iuliet^
It is the eafl:, and luliet is the funne,
A rife faire funne, and kill the enuious moone That is alreadie ficke, and pale with griefe :
That thou her maid, art far more faire than fhe.
Be not her maide fince fhe is enuious,
Her veflall liuerie is but pale and greene,
And none but fooles doe weare it, call it off.
She fpeakes, but fhe fayes nothing. What of that I Her eye difcourfeth, I will anfwere it.
I am too bold, tis not to me fhe fpeakes,
Two of the faireft flarres in all the flcies,
Hauing fome bufines, do entreat her eyes To twinckle in their fpheares till they returne.
What if her eyes were there, they in her head.
The brightnes of her cheekes would fhame thofe flars :
As day-light doth a lampe, her eyes in heauen.
Would through the airie region flreame fo bright.
That birdes would fing, and thinke it were not night.
Oh now fhe leanes her cheekes vpon her hand,
Iwould I were the gloue to that fame hand.
That I might kiffe that cheeke. luh Ay me.
Rom, She fpeakes, oh fpeake againe bright angell :
For thou art as glorious to this night beeing oner my head. As is a winged meffenger of heauen Vnto the white vpturned woondring eyes,
Of mortals that fall backe to gaze on him.
When he beftrides the lafle pacing cloudes.
And failes vpon the bofome of the aire.
lul. Ah Romeo^ Romeoy wherefore art thou Romeo P Denie thy father, and refufe thy name.
Or if thou wilt not be but fworne my loue.
And Il’e no longer be a Capulet,
Rom, Shall I heare more, or fhall I fpeake to this ?
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hi. Tis but thy name that is mine enemie.
Whats Mountague 1 It is nor hand nor foote,
Nor arme, nor face, nor any other part.
Whats in a name \ That which we call a rofe.
By any other name would fmell as fweet ;
So Romeo would, were he not Romeo cald,
Retaine the diuine perfedlion he owes :
Without that title Romeo part thy name.
And for that name which is no part of thee,
Take all I haue.
Rom. I take thee at thy word.
Call me but loue, and Il’e be new baptifde.
Henceforth I neuer will be Romeo.
lu. What man art thou, that thus beikrind in night, Doefl Humble on my connfaile ?
Ro. By a name I know not how to tell thee.
My name deare faint is hatefull to my felfe,
Becaufe it is an enemie to thee.
Had I it written I would teare the word.
lul. My eares haue not yet drunk a hundred words Of that tongues vtterance, yet I know the found :
Art thou not Romeo and a Mountague ?
Rom. Neyther faire faint, if eyther thee difpleafe. lul. Flow camfr fhou hether, tell me and wherfore ? The orchard walks are high and hard to clime,
And the place death confidering who thou art.
If any of my kinfmen finde thee here.
Ro. By loues light winges did I oreperch thefe wals. For ftonie limits cannot hold loue out.
And what loue can doo, that dares loue attempt, Therefore thy kinfmen are no let to me.
lul. If they doe finde thee they will murder thee. Rom. Alas there lies more perrill in thine eyes.
OF Romeo and Iuliet.
Then twentle of their fwords, looke thou but fweete,
And I am proofe againft their enmitie.
luL I would not for the world they fhuld find thee here. Ro. I haue nights cloak to hide thee' from their fight, And but thou loue me let them finde me here :
For life were better ended by their hate.
Than death proroged wanting of thy loue.
luL By whofe dire61ions foundfl thou out this place.
Ko, By loue, who firfl did prompt me to enquire,
I he gaue me counfaile and I lent him eyes.
I am no pilot : yet wert thou as farre As that vafl fhore, wafht with the fur theft fea,
I would aduenture for fuch marchandife.
lul. Thou knowfl the mafke of night is on my face,
Els would a maiden blufli bepaint my cheeks :
For that which thou haffe heard me fpeake to night,
Faine would I dwell on forme, faine faine denie.
What I haue fpoke : but farewell complements,
Doefl thou loue me ? Nay I know thou wilt fay I, • And' I will take thy word ; but if thou fwearfl.
Thou maiefl: proue falfe :
At louer periuries they fay lone fmiles.
Ah gentle Romeoy if thou loue pronounce it faithfully :
Or if thou thinke I am too eafely wonne,
Il’e frowne and fay thee nay and be peruerfe.
So thou wilt wooe : but els not for the world.
In truth faire Mountague, I am too fond.
And therefore thou maiefl thinke my hauiour light :
But truft me gentleman He proue more true.
Than they that haue more cunning to be flrange.
I fhould haue bin flrange I muff confeffe.
But that thou ouer-heardif ere I was ware My true loues palTion : therefore pardon me.
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The most excellent Tragedie
And not impute this yeelding to light loue,
Which the darke night hath fo difcoiiered.
Ro. By yonder blelTed moone I fweare,
That tips with filuer all thefe fruit trees tops.
lul. O fweare not by the moone the vnconflant moone. That monthlie changeth in her circled orbe,
Leaft that thy loue proue likewife variable.
Ro. Now by
lul. Nay doo not fweare at all,
Or if thou fweare, fweare by thy glorious felfc.
Which art the God of my idolatrie.
And Il’e beleeue thee.
Ro. If my true harts loue
lul. Sweare not at al, though I doo ioy in thee,
I haue fmall ioy in this contrail to night,
It is too ralh, too fodaine, too vnaduifde.
Too like the lightning that doth ceafe to bee Ere one can fay it lightens. ^ I heare fome comming,
Deare loue adew, fweet Mountague be true.
Stay but a little and Il’e come againe.
Ro. O blelTed blelTed night, I feare being night,
All this is but a dreame I heare and lee,
Too flattering true to be fubflantiall.
lul. Three wordes goode Romeo and good night indeed.
If that thy bent of loue be honourable ?
Thy purpofe marriage, fend me word to morrow By one that ITe procure to come to thee :
Where and what time thou wilt performe that right.
And al my fortunes at thy foote Il’e lay.
And follow thee my lord through out the world.
Ro. Loue goes toward loue like fchoole boyes from their bookes,
But loue from loue, to fchoole with heauie lookes.
lul
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ltd. Romeo^ Romeoy O for a falkners voice.
To lure is talTell gentle backe againe :
Bondage is hoarfe and may not crie aloud,
Els would I teare the caue where eccho lies And make her airie voice as hoarfe as mine,
With repetition of my Romeos name.
Romeo ?
r Ro. It is my foule that calles vpon my name.
How filuer fweet found louers tongues in night, luL Romeo P Ro. Madame.
Jid, At what a clocke to morrow fliall I fend ?
Ro. At the houre of nine.
lul. I will not faile, tis twentie yeares till then.
Romeo I haue forgot why I did call thee backe.
Rom. Let me flay here till you remember it. lul. I fhall forget to haue thee flill flaie here, Remembring how I loue thy companle.
Rom. And Il’e flay flill to haue thee flill forget. Forgetting any other home but this.
lu, Tis almoft morning I would haue thee gone.
But yet no further then a wantons bird.
Who lets it hop a little from her hand.
Like a pore prifoner in his twifled giues,
And with a hike thred puls it backe againe.
Too louing iealous of his libertic.
Rom. Would I were thy bird. lul. Sweet fo would I, -
Yet I fhould kill thee with much cherrifhing thee.
Good night, good night, parting is fuch fweet forrow. That I fhall fay good night till it be morrow,
Rom. Sleepe dwell vpon thine eyes, peace on thy breaft, I would that I were deep and peace of fweet to reft,
Now will I to my ghoflly fathers cell.
His help to craue, and my good hap to tell.
The most excellent Tragedie Enter frier Francis.
Frier. The gray ey’d morne fmiles on the frowning night, Checkring the eafterne clouds with fireakes of light,
' And flecked darkenes like a drunkard reeles.
From forth dales path, and Titans fierie wheeles :
Now ere the funne aduance his burning eye,
The world to cheare, and nights darke dew to drie.
We mufl: vp fill this oafier cage of ours.
With balefull weeds, and precious iuyced flowers.
Oh mickle is the powerfull grace that lies In hearbes, plants, ftones, and their true qualities :
For nought fo vile, that vile on earth doth Hue,
But to the earth fome fpeciall good doth giue :
Nor nought fo good, but firaind from that faire vfe,
Reuolts to vice and flumbles on abufe :
Vertue it felfe turnes vice being mifapplied.
And vice fometimes by action dignified.
Within the infant rinde of this fmall flower,
Poyfon hath refidence, and medecine power :
For this being fmelt too, with that part cheares ech hart. Being tafied flaies all fences with the hart.
Two fuch oppofed foes incampe them {fill,
, In man as well as herbes, grace and rude will.
And where the worfer is predominalit.
Full foone the canker death eats vp that plant.
Rom. Good morrow to my ghoflly confeflbr.
Fri. Benedicitey what ^arlie tongue fo foone faluteth me ? Yong fonne it argues a diftempered head.
So foone to bid good morrow to my bed.
Care keepes his watch in euerie old mans eye.
And where care lodgeth, . fleep can neuer lie :
But where vnbrufed youth with vnfluft braines Doth couch his limmes, tHere golden fleepe remaines :
There
OF Romeo and Iuliet.
Therefore thy earlines doth me affure,
Thou art vprowf’d by fome diftemperature.
Or if not fo, then here I hit it right Our Romeo hath not bin a bed to night.
Ro, The laft was true, the fweeter reft was mine.
Fr» God pardon fin, wert thou with Rofaline P Ro, With Rofaline my ghoftly hither no,
I haue forgot that name, and that names woe.
Fri. Thats my good fonne ; but where haft thou bin then ? Ro. I tell thee ere thou afke it me againe,
I haue bin feafting with mine enemie :
Where on the fodaine one hath wounded mee Thats by me wounded, both our remedies With in thy help and holy phificke lies,
I beare no hatred blefled man : for loe My intercellion likewife fteades my foe.
Frier. Be plaine my fonne and homely in thy drift,
Ridling confeffion findes but ridling fhrift.
Rom. Then plainely know my harts deare loue is fet On the faire daughter of rich Capulet :
As mine on hers, fo hers likewife on mine.
And all combind, faue what thou muft combine By holy marriage : where, and when, and how.
We met, we woo’d, and made exchange of vowes,
Il’e tell thee as I pafte ; but this I pray,
That thou confent to marrie vs to day.
Fri. Holy S. Francis, w^hat a change is here ?
Is Rofaline whome thou didft loue fo deare So foone forfooke, lo yong mens loue then lies Not truelie in their harts, but in their eyes. lefii Maria, what a deale of brine Hath wafht thy fallow. cheekes, for Rofaline P How much fait water caft away in wafte.
To feafon loue, that of loue doth not tafte.
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The funne not yet thy iighes from heauen cleares.
Thy old grones ring yet in my ancient eares.
And loe vpon thy cheeke the ftaine doth fit.
Of an old tearc that is not wafht off yet.
If euer thou wert thus, and thefe woes thine.
Thou and thefe woes were all for Rof aline,
And art thou changde, pronounce this fentence then Women may fal, when ther’s no Hrefigth in men,
Rmi- Thouchidfl me oft for louing Rofaline,
Fr» Fordoating, not for louing, pupill mine,
Rom, And badfl me burie loue.
Fr, Not in a graue,
To lay one in another out to have.
Rom. I pree thee chide not, (he whom I loue now Doth grace for grace, and loue for loue allow :
The other did not fo.
Fr. Oh file knew well
Thy loue did read by rote, and could not fpell.
But come young wauerer, come goe with mee.
In one refpe6l He thy afliflant bee :
For this alliaunce may fo happie proue.
To turne your houfliolds rancour to pure loue.* Exeunt,
Enter Mercutio, Benuolio.
Mer. Why whats become of Romeo P came he not home to night ?
Ben. Not to his fathers, I fpake with his man.
Mer. Ah that fame pale hard hearted wench, that Rofaline, Torments him fo, that he will fure run mad.
Mer. Tybalt, the kinfman of olde Calolet Hath fent a letter to his fathers houfe :
Some challenge on my life.
Ben. Romeo will anfwere it.
Mer.
OF Romeo and Iuliet.’
McY. I, anie man that can write may anfwere a letter.
Ben. Nay he will anfwere the letters mafler if hee bee chal- lenged.
Mer. Who, Romeo ? why he is alreadie dead : flabd with a white wenches blacke eye, Ihot thorough the eare with a loue fong, the verie pinne of his heart cleft with the blinde bow- boyes but-fliaft. And is he a man to encounter Tybalt f
Ben. Why what is Tybalt F
Mer. More than the prince of cattes I can tell you. Oh he is the couragious captaine of complements. Catfo, he lightes as you fing pricke-fong, keepes time dyflance and proportion, refts me his minum reft one two and the thirde in your bofome, the very butcher of a filken button, a duellift a duellift, a gen- tleman of the very firft houfe of the firft and fecond caufe, ah the immortall paftado, the punto reuerfo, the hay.
Ben. The what ?
Me. The poxe of fuch limping antique affecling flmtafti- coes thefe new' tuners of accents. By lefu a very good blade, a very tall man, a very good whoore. Why graundfir is not this a miferable cafe that we fhould be ftil affliefted with thefe ftrange flies : thefe faflilonmongers, thefe pardonmees, that ftand fo much on the new forme, that they cannot fitte at cafe on the old bench. Oh their bones, theyr bones.
Ben. Heere comes Romeo.
Mer. Without his roe, like a dryed hering._ O flefli flefli how art thou fifhified. Sirra now is he for the numbers that Petrarch flowdin : Laura to his lady was but a kitchin drudg, yet fhe had a better loue to berime her : Dido a dowdy Cleopa- tra a gypfie. Hero and Helen hildings and harletries : Thijhie a gray eye or fo, but not to the purpofe. Signior Romeo bon iour, there is a French curtefie to your Fi'ench flop : yee gaue vs the counterfeit fairely yefternight.
Rom. What counterfeit I pray you ?
Me. The flip the flip, can you not conceiue ?
Rom.
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Rom. I cry you mercy my bufines was great, and in fuch a cafe as mine, a man may flraine curtefie.
Mer. Oh thats as much to fay as fuch a cafe as yours wil confiraine a man to bow in the hams.
Rom. A mod curteous expofuion.
Mer. Why I am the very pinkc of curtefie*
Rom, Pinjte for flower ?
Mcr, Right.
Rom. Then is my pumpe well flour’d t
Mer. Well faid, follow me no we that iefl: till thou hafl: worne out thy pumpe, that when the Angle foie of it is worn the ieft may remalne after the wearing folie Anguler.
Rom. O Angle foald ieA folie Anguler for the Anglenes,
]\le. Come between vs good Benuolio, for my wits faile.
Rom. Swits and fpurres, fwits and fpurres, or He cry a match.
Mer. Nay if thy wits runne the wildgoofe chafe, I haue done : for I am fure thou haft more of the goofe in one of thy wits, than I haue in al my Aue : was I with you there for the goofe ?
Rom. Thou wert neuer with me for any thing, when thou wert not with me for the goofe.
Me. He bite thee by the eare for that iefl.
Rom. Nay good goofe bite nor.
Mer. Why thy wit is a bitter fweeting, a moft fharp fauce
Rom. x4nd was it not well feru’d in to a fweet goofe ?
Mer. Oh heere is a witte of Cheuerell that Aretcheth from an ynch narrow to an ell broad.
Rom. I flretcht it out for the word broad, which added to the goofe, proues thee faire and wide a broad goofe.
Mer. Why is not this better now than groning for loue ? why now art thou fociable, now art thou thy felfe, nowe art thou what thou art, as wel by arte as nature. This driueling
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OF Romeq and Iuliet.
loue is like a great natural), that runs vp and downe to hide his bable in a hole.
Ben. Stop there.
Me. Why thou would haue me flopp my talc againfl the haire.
Ben. Thou wouldft haue made thy tale too long ?
Mer. Tut man thou art deceiued, I meant to make it fliort, for I was come to the whole depth of my tale ? and meant in- deed to occupie the argument no longer.
Rom. Heers goodly geere.
Enter Nurfe and her man.
Mer. A faile, a faile, a faile.
Ben. Two, two, a (hirt and a fmocke.
iVwr. Peter y pree thee giue me my fan.
Mer. Pree thee doo good Peter y to hide her face : for her fanne is the fairer of the two.
Nur. God ye good morrow gentlemen.
Mer. God ye good den faire gentlewoman.
Nur. Is it godye gooden I pray you.
Mer. Tis no leffe I* aflure you, for the baudie hand of the dial! is euen now vpon the pricke of noone.
Nur. Fie, what a man is this ?
Rom. A gentleman nurfe, that God hath made for himfelfe to marre.
Nur. By my troth well faid : for himfelfe to marre quoth he \ I pray you can anie of you tell where one male finde yong Romeo ?
Rom. I can : but yong Romeo will bee elder when you haue found him, than he was when you fought him, I am the yongefl of that name for fault of a worfe.
Nur. Well faid.
Mer. Yea, is iheworfl well ? mas well noted, wifely, wifely.
Nur. If you be he fir, 1 defire fome conference with ye.
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Ben. O, belike fhe meanes to inuite him to fupper, jlfer. So ho. A baud, a baud, a baud.
J^cm. Why what haA found man ?
Mer. No hare fir, vnlelTe it be a hare in'a lenten pye, that is fomewhat Aale and hoare ere it be eaten.
I/e w dikes by them, and fings.
And an olde hare hore, and an olde hare hore Is verie good meate in Lent :
But a hare thats hoare is too much for a fcore,
If it hore ere it be fpent,
Youl come to your fathers to fupper f Rom. I will.
Mer. Farewell ancient ladle, farewell fweete ladle.
Exeunt Benuolio, Mercuilo.
Nur. Marry farewell. Pray what faucie merchant was this that was fo full of his roperipe ?
Rc?n. A gentleman nurfe that loues to hear himfelfe talke, and will fpeake more in an houre than hee will Aand to in a month.
A^ur. If he Aand to anie thing again A mee, He take him downe if he were luAier than he is : if I cannot take him downe, He finde them that fliall : 1 am none of his Aurtgills, I I am none of his Ikaines mates.
She turtles to Peter her man.
And thou like a knaue mu A Aand by, and fee euerie iacke vfe me at his pleafure.
Pet. I fee nobodie vfe you at his pleafure, if I had, I would foone hauedrawen : you know my tooleis as foone out as anothers if I fee time and place.
. Awr. Now afore God he hath fovext me, that euerie member about mequiuers: feuruie iacke. But as I faid, my ladie bad
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OP Romeo akd Iuliet;
inc fccke ye out, and what flice bad me tell yce, that He keepe to my fclfc : but if you fliould lead her into a fooles paradice as they faye, it were a verie grofTc kinde of behauiour as they fay, for the gentlewoman is yong. Now if you fhould dcale doubly with her, it were verie wcake dealing, and not to be offered to aiiie gentlewoman.
Rom. Nurfc, commend me to thy ladle, tell her I protefl. Nur. Good heart ; yfaith He tell her fo : oh fhe will be a ioyfull woman.
Rr/m. Why, what wilt thou tell her ?
Nur. That you doo protefl : which (as I take it) is a gen- ttemanlike proffer.
Rom. Bid her get leaue to morrow morning To come to fhrift to frier Laurence cell :
And flay thou nurfe bchinde the abbey wall.
My man (hall come to thee, and bring along The cordes, made like a tackled ftairc,
Which to the high top-gallant of my ioy Mufl be my condu(fl in the fecret night.
Hold, take that for thy paines.
Nur. No, not a penie truly.
Rom. I fay you fhall not chufe.
Nur. Well, to morrow morning fhe fhall not faile.
Rom. Farev/ell, be truflie, and He quite thy paine. Exit. Nur. Peter, take my fanne, and goe before. Ex: omnes.
Enter luliet.
Jul. The clocke ftroke nine when I did fend my nurfle In halfe an houre fhe promifl to returne.
Perhaps fhe cannot finde him. Thats not fo.
Oh fhe is lazie, loues heralds fhould be thoughts.
And runne more fwift, than haftie powder herd.
Doth hurrie from the fearfull cannons mouth.
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Enter Nurfe.
Oh now (he comes. Tell me gentle nurfe,
What fayes my loue ?
Nur. Oh I am wearie, let mee reft a while. Lord how my bones ake^ Oh wheres my man ? Giue me fome aqua vitae.
Iiil. I would thou hadft my bones, and I thy newes.
Nur» Fie, what a iaunt haue I had : and my backe a tother fide. Lord, Lord, what a cafe am I in.
Jul. But tell me fweet nurfe, what fayes Romeo ?
Nur. Romeo, nay, alas you cannot chufe a man. Hees no bodie, he is not the flower of curtefie, he is not a proper man : and for a hand, and a foote, and a baudie, wel go thy way wench, thou haft it ifaith. Lord, Lord, how my head beates ?
lul. What of all this ? tell me what fayes he to our ma- nage ?
Nur. Marry he fayes like an honeft gentleman, and a klnde> and I warrant a vertuous : wheres your mother ?
luI. Lord, Lord, how odly thou replieft ? He faies like a kinde gentleman, and an honeft, and a vertuous j wheres your mother.
Nur. Marry come vp, cannot you ftay a while ? is this the poulteflTe for mine aking boanes ? next arrant youl haue done, euen doot your felfe.
lul Nay ftay fweet nurfe, I doo intreate thee now.
What fayes my loue, my lord, my Romeo.
Nur. Goe, hye you ftraight to frier Laurence cell,
And frame a fcufe that you muft goe to fhrift :
There ftayes a bridegroome to make you a bride.
Now comes the wanton blood vp in your cheekes,
I muft prouide a ladder made of cordes.
With which your lord muft clime a birdes neft foone.
I muft
OF Romeo and Iuliet.
I mud take paines to further yoiir delight.
But you mud beare the burden foone at night.
Doth this newes pleafe you now ?
lul. How doth her latter words reuiue my hart. '
Thankes gentle nurfe, difpatch thy budnes,
And lie not faile to meete my Romeo. Exeunt.
Enter Romeo, Frier.
Rom. Now father Laurence, in thy holy grant Confids the good of me and luUet.
Fr. Without more words I will doo all I may,
To make you happie if in me it lye.
'Rom. This morning here fhe pointed we diould meet.
And confumate thofe neuer parting bands,
Witnes of our harts loue by ioyning hands.
And come die will.
Fr. I gede die will indeed,
Youths loue is quicke, fwifter than fwifted fpeed.
Enter luliet fomewhat fajly and embraceth Romeo.
See where die comes.
So light of foote nere hurts the troden dower :
Of loue and ioy, fee fee the foueraigne power. lul. Romeo.
Rom. My luliet welcome. As doo waking eyes (Cloafd in nights myds) attend the frolicke day,
So Romeo hath expeflcd luliet,
And thou art come.
Jul. 1 am (if I be day)
Come to my funne : diine foorth, and make me faire.
Rom. All beauteous fairnes dwelleth in thine eyes.
Jul. Romeo from thine all brightnes doth arife.
Fr. Come wantons, come, the dealing houres do pafle Defer imbracements till fome dtter time,
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Part for a while, ^fou (hall not be alone.
Till holy church haue ioynd ye both in one.
Rom. Lead holy father,. all delay feemes long.
Jid. Make haft, make haft, this lingring doth vs wrong.
Tr. O, foft and faire makes fweeteft worke they fay.
Haft is a common hindrer in crofte way. Exeunt ormies.
Enter Benuolio, Mercutio,
Ben. I pree thee good Mercutio lets retire.
The day is hot, the Capels are abroad.
Mer. Thou art like one of thofe, that when hee comes in- to the confines of a tauerne, claps me his rapier on the boord, and fayes, God fend me no need of thee : and by the operation of the next cup of wine, he drawes it on the drawr, when in deed there is no need.
Ben. Am I like fuch a one ?
Mer. Go too, thou art as hot a iacke being mooude, and as foone mooude to be moodie, and as foone moodie to be mooud.
Ben. And what too ?
Mer. Nay, and there were two fuch, wee fhould haue none fhortly Didft not thou fall out with a man for cracking of nuts, hauing no other reafon, but becaufe thou hadft hafill eyes ? what eye but fuch an eye would haue pickt out fuch a quarrell ? With another for coughing, becaufe hee wakd thy dogge that lay a fleepe in the funne ? With a taylor for wear- ing his new dublet before Eafter : and with another for tying his new ftioes with olde ribands. And yet thou wilt forbid me of quarrelling.
Ben. By my Lead heere comes a Capolet.
Enter Tybalt.
Mer. By my heele I’ care not.
Tyb. Gentlemen a word with one of *yo«.
Merl
OF Romeo and Iuliet.
Mer, But one word with one of vs ? You had befl couple it with fomewhat, and make it a word and a blow.
Tyh. I am apt enough to that if I haue occafion.
Mer, Could you not take occafion ?
Tyb. Mercutio thou conforts with Rcmeo ?
Mer. Confort, zwounes confort ? the flaue wil make fid- krs of vs. If you doe firra, look for nothing but difcord : Fct heeres my fiddle-fticke.
Enter Romeo.
Tyb. Well peace be with you, heere comes my man.
Mer. But He be hanged if he weare your lyuery : mary go before into the field, and he may be your follower, fo in that fence your worfhip may call him man.
Tyb. Romeo the hate I bearc to thee can affoord no better words then thefe, thou art a villaine.
Rom. Tybalt the loue I beare to thee, doth excufe the ap- pertaining rage to fuch a word : villaine am I none, therfqie 1 well perceiue thou knowft me not.
Tyb. Bace boy this cannot ferue thy turne, and therefore drawe.
Ro. I doe proteR I neuer iniured thee, but loue thee bet- ter than thou canft deuife, till thou (halt know the reafon of my loue.
Mer. O difhonorable vile fubmlflion. Allajlockado caries it away. You ratcatcher, come backe, come backe.
Tyh. What wouldeft with me ?
Mer. Nothing king of cates, but borrow one of your nine lines, therefore come drawe your rapier out of your fcabard, leaft mine be about your eares ere you be aware.
Rom. Stay Tibalt, hould Mercutio : Benuolio beate downe their weapons.
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Tibalt vnder Romeos arme thrujis Mercutio, in and fly a.
Mer. Is he gone, hath hee nothing ? A poxe on your houfes.
Rom. What art thou hurt man, the wound is not deepe.
Mer. Noe not fo deepe as a well, nor fo wide as a barne doore, but it ^ill ferue I warrant. What meant you to come V betweene vs ? I was hurt vnder your arme.
Rom. I did all for the bed.
Mer. A poxe of your houfes, I am fairely dreft. Sirra goe fetch me a fnrgeon.
Boy. I goe my lord.
Mer. I am pepperd for this world, I am fpcd yfaith, he hath made wormes meate of me, and ye afke for me to mor- row you (hall find me a graue-man. A poxe of your houfes, I (hall be fairely mounted vpon foure-mens (boulders : For your houfe of the Mountegucs and the Capolets : and then fome peafantly rogue, fome fexton, fome bafe flaue (hall write myepitapth, ih^tTybalt came and broke the princes lawes, and Mercutio was flaine for the firft and fecond caufe. Wher’s the furgeon ?
Boy. Hee’s come fir.
Mer. Now heele keepe a mumbling in my guts on the other fide, come Benuolioy lend me thy hand ; a poxe of your houfes. Exeunt^
7?c»z.This gentleman the princes nee re alie.
My very friend hath tane this mortall wound In my behalfe, my reputation ftaind With Tihalts (launder, Tybalt that an houre Hath beene my kinfman. Ah luHet Thy beautie makes me thus elfeminate.
And in my temper foftens valors Reele,
Enter
OF Romeo and Iuliet.
Enter Benuollo.
Ben. Ah Romeo Romeo braue Mercutio is dead.
That gallant fpirit hath afpir’d the cloudes,
Which too vntimely fcornd the lowly earth.
Rom. This dales black fate, on more dales doth depend This but begins what other dayes muft end.
Enter Tibalt.
Ben. Heere comes the furious Tibalt backe againe.
Rom. A liue in tryumph and Mercutio flaine ?
Away to heauen refpe(fl:iue lenity :
And Her eyed fury be my condudl: now.
Now Tibalt take the villaine backe againe.
Which late thou gau’H: me : for Mercutios foule.
Is but a little way aboue the cloudes.
And ftaies for thine to beare him company.
Or thou, or I, or both (hall follow him.
Eighty Tibalt folks,
Ben. Romeo away, thou feeft that Tibe^fs flaine.
The citizens approach, away, begone Thou wilt be taken.
Rom, Ah I am fortunes flaue. Exeunt,
Enter Citizens,
Watch. Wher’s he that flue Mercutio, Tybalt that villaine ? Ben. There is that Tybalt,
Watch.- Vp firra goe with vs.
Enter Prince, Capolets 'luife.
Pry. Where be the vile beginners of this fray ?
Ben. Ah noble prince I can difeouer all The mofl vnlucky mannage of this brawle.
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Heerc lyes the man flame by yong Romcoy That flew thy kinfman braue Mercutioy M. Tibalt, Tybalt , O my brothers child,
Vnhappie fight ? Ah the blood is fpilt
Of my dearc kinfman, prince as thou art true :
For blood of ours, fhed bloud of Mountageiv.
Pry. Speake Benuolio who began this fray ?
Ben. Tibalt heere flaine whom Romeos hand did flay. Romeo who fpake him fayre bid him bethinke How nice the quarrell was.
But Tibalt Ifill perfifting in his wrong,
The flout Mercutio drewe to calme the florme,
Which Romeo feeing cal’d flay gentlemen.
And on me cry’d, who- drew to part their flrife.
And with his agill arme young Romeoy As fafl as tung cryde peace, fought peace to make. While they were enterchanging thrufls and blows, Vnder yong Romeos laboring arme to part.
The furious Tybalt call: an enuious thrufl.
That rid the life of flout Mercutio.
With that he fled, but prefently return’d.
And with his rapier braued Romeo :
That had but newly entertain’d reuenge.
And ere I could draw forth my rapyer To part their furie, downe did Tybalt fall.
And this way Romeo fled.
Mo. He is a Mountageiv and fpeakes partial!.
Some twentie of Them fought in this blacke flrife : And all thofe twenty could but kill one life.
I doo intreate fweete prince thoult iuflice giue,
Romeo flew Tybalt; Romeo may,not liue.,
Prin. And for that offence Immediately we doo exile him hence.
OF ROiUEO AND lULIET.
1 haue an intereft in your hates proceeding.
My blood for your rude braules doth lye a bleeding.
But He amerce you with fo large a fine,
That you fhall all repent the lode of mine.
I will be deafe to pleading and excufcs.
Nor teares nor prayers (hall purchafe for abufes.
Pittie fhall dwell and gouerne with vs Hill :
Mercie to all but murdrers, pardoning none that kill.
Exeunt omneSi
Enter luliet.
lul. Gallop apace you fierie footed Heedes To Phoebus manfion, fuch a waggoner As Phaeton^ would quickly bring you thether.
And fend in cloudie night immediately.
Enter Nurfe 'wringing her hands, with the ladder of cor des in
her lap.
But how now nurfe : O Lord, why lookH thou fad ?
What hafl thou there, the cordes ?
Nur. I, I» the cordes : alacke we are vndone.
We are vndone, ladie we are vndone.
lul. What diuell art thou that torments me thus ? '
Nurf. Alack the day, hees dead, hees dead, hees dead,
Jul. This torture fhould be roard'in difmall hell.
Can heauens be fo enuioiis ?
Nur. Romeo can if heauens cannot.
I faw the wound, I fawat with mine eyes.
God faue the fample, on his manly breaH :
A bloodie coarfe, a piteous bloodie coarfe,
All pale as afhes, I fwounded at the fight., lul. Ah Romeo, RomeOi what difaffer hap i Hath feuerd- thee from thy true Juliet,?
Ah why fhould heauen fo much confpire .with woe. ^
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Or fate enuie our happie marriage,
So foone to funder vs by timeleffe death ?
Nur, O Tybalt, Tybalt, the befl frend I had,
O honeft Tybalt, curteous gentleman.
luL What ftorme is this that blowes fo contrarie.
Is Tybalt dead, and Romeo murdered :
My deare loude coufen, and my dearefl: lord.
Then let the trumpet found a generall doonie,
Thefe two being dead, then lining is there none.
Nur. Tybalt is dead, and Romeo banifhed,
Romeo that murdred him is banilhed.
lul. Ah heauens, did Romeos hand flied Tybalts blood Nur. It did, it did, alacke the daye it did. lul. O ferpents hate, hid with a flowring face :
O painted fepulcher, including filth.
Was neuer booke containing fo foule matter.
So fairly bound. Ah, what meant Romeo \
Nur. There is no truth, no faith, no honeftie in men : All falfe, all faithles, periurde, all forfworne.
Shame come to Romeo.
lul. A blifler on that tung, he was not borne to fliame Vpon his face fliame is afliamde to fit.
But wherefore villaine didfl: thou kill my coufen ?
That villaine coufen would haue kild my hulband.
All this is comfort. But there yet remaines Worfe than his death, which faine I would forget :
But ah, it preflTeth to my memorie,
Romeo is baniflied. Ah that word baniflied.
Is worfe than death. Romeo is baniflied.
Is father, mother, Tybalt, luliet.
All killd, all flaine, all dead, all baniflied,
Where are my father and my mother nurfe ?
Nur. Weeping and wayling ouer Tybalts coarfe.
Will you goe to them ?
OF Romeo and Iuliet;
luL I, I, when theirs are fpent,
Mine (hall he (hed for Romeos banilhment.
Nur. Ladie, your Romeo will be here to night,
He to him, he is hid at Laurence cell.
lul. Do© fo, and beare this ring to my true knight.
And bid him come to take his laft farewell. Exeunt.
E7iter Frier.
Fr. Romeo come forth, come forth thou fearfull man. Affliction is cnamourd on thy parts,
And thou art wedded to calamitie.
Enter Romeo.
Rom. Father what newes, what is the princes doome. What forrow craues acquaintance at our hands.
Which yet we know not. , ■
Fr. Too familiar
Is my yong fonne with fuch fowre companie :
I bring thee tidings of the princes doome. • , ^
Rom, What lelTe than doomes day is the princes doome ? Fr. A gentler iudgement vanilht from his lips,
Not bodies death, but bodies banifhment. •
Rom. Ha, banilhed ? be mercifull, fay death :
For exile hath more terror in his lookes.
Than death it felfe, doo not fay banifhment.
Fr. Hence from Verona art thou banifhed :
Be patient, for the world is broad and wide.
Rom. There is no world without Verona walls,
But purgatorie, torture, hell it felfe.
Hence baniflied, is banifht from the world :
And world exilde is death. Calling death banifhment, ’ /
Thou cutfl my head off with a golden axe.
And fmileR vpon the ftroke that murders me.
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Fr. Oh monllrous finne, O rude vnthankfulnfes :
Thy fault our law calls death, but the milde prince (Taking thy part) hath ruftid ahde the law.
And turnd that blacke word death tobanilhment:
This is mcere mercie, and thou feefl: it not.
Rom. Tis torture-and riot mercie, heauen is heere Where luliet liues : and euerie cat and dog,
. And little moufe, euerie vnworthie thing Liue heere in heauen, and may looke on her.
But Romeo may not. More validitie.
More honourable ftate, more countfliip liues In carrion flyes, than Romeo : they may feazs On the white wonder of faire luliets ikinne.
And fteale immortall kilTes from her lips ;
But Romeo may not, he is banilhed.
Flies may doo this, but I from this mull flye.
Oh father hadfl thou no flrong poyfon mixt.
No Iharpe ground knife, no prefent meane of death. Though nere fo ‘meane, but banifhment To torture me withall : ah, banilhed.
O frier, the damned vfe that word in hell :
Howling attends it. How-hadft thou the heart.
Being a diuine, a ghoflly confelTor,
A finne abfoluer, and my frend profeft.
To mangle me with that word, banilhment ?
Fr. Thou fond mad man, heare me but fpeake a word, Rom. O, thou wilt talke againe of banilhment.
Fr. He glue thee armour to beare off this word, Aduerlities fweete milke, philofophie.
To comfort thee though thou be banifhed.
Rom. Yet banifhed ? hang vp philofophie,
Vnleffe philofophie can make a Juliet^
Difplant a towne, reuerfe a princes doome.
It helpes not, it prevailes not, talke no more.
OF 'Romeo and Iuliet.
Fr. O, now I fee that madmen haue no eares.
Rom. How ihould they, -when that wife men haue no eyes. Fr. Let me difpute with thee of thy eflate,
Rom. Thou canfl not fpeak of what thou doA not feele. Wert thou as young as I, Iiiliet thy loue.
An houre but married, Tybalt murdred.
Doting like me, and like me banilhed.
Then mightft thou fpeake, then mightft thou teare thy hayre. And fall vpon the ground as I doe now.
Taking the meafure of an vnmade grauc.
Nurfe knockes.
Fr. Romeo arife, hand vp thou wilt be taken,
I heare one knocke, arife and get thee gone.
Nil. Hoe fryer. ■
Fr. Gods will what wilfulnes is this ?
She knockes againe.
Nur. Hoe fryer open the doore,
Fr, By and by I come. Who is there ?
Niir. One from lady Iuliet,
Fr. Then come neare.
Nur. Oh holy fryer, tell mee oh holy fryer.
Where is my ladies lord ? Wher’s Romeo P
Fr. There on the ground, with his owne teares made drunke. Nur. Oh he is euen in my miAreffe cafe. luA in her cafe. Oh wpfull fimpathy,
Pitteous predicament, euen fo lyes (hee.
Weeping and blubbring, blubbring and weeping :
Stand vp, Aand vp, Aand and you be a man.
For luliets fake, for her fake rife and Aand,
Why fhould you fall into fo deepe an 0. ' '
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He rifes,
Rom. Nurfe.
Nur. Ah fir, ah fir. Wei deaths the end of all.
Rom. Spakefi: thou of luliety how is it with her Doth file not thinke me an olde murderer.
Now I haue fiainde the childhood of her ioy.
With bloud remou’d but little from her owne ?
Where is fhe, and how doth fhe ? And what fayes My conceal’d lady to our canceld loue ?
Ntir. Oh file faith nothing, but weepes and pules.
And now fals on her bed, now on the ground,
And Tybalt cryes, and then on Romeo calles.
Rom. As if that name fiiot from the deadly leuel of a gun Did murder her, as that names curfed hand Murderd her kinfman. Ah tell me holy fryer In what vile part of this anatomy Doth my name lye ? Tell me that I may facke The hatefull manfion.
He offers to Jlab himfeifcy and nurfe fnatches the dagger
away.
Nur. Ah ?
Fr. Hold, fiay thy hand : art thou a man ? thy forme Cryes out thou art, but thy wilde afles denote The vnrefonable furyes of a beaft.
Vnfeemely woman in a feeming man.
Or ill befeeming beafi: in feeming both.
Thou haft amaz’d me. By my holy order,
I thought thy difpofition better temperd.
Haft thou flaine Tybalt F wilt thou flay thy felfc ?
And flay thy lady too, that hues in thee ?
Roufe vp thy fpirits, thy lady /M/zVrliues,
For whole fweet fake thou wert but lately dead :
There
OF Romeo and Iuliet.
There art thou happy. Tybalt would kill thee.
But thou fluefl Tybalt^ there art thou happy too.
A packe of blelTings lights vpon thy backe,
Happines courts thee in his befl array :
But like a mifbehaude and fullen wench Thou frownft vpon thy fate that fmilles on thee.
Take heede, take heede, for fuch dye miferable.
Goe get thee to thy loue as was decreed :
Afcend her chamber window, hence and comfort her.
But looke thou flay not till the watch be fet ;
For then thou canfl not pafle to Mantua,
Nurfe prouide all things in a readines,
Comfort thy miftreffe, hafle the houfe to bed.
Which heauy forrow makes them apt vnto.
Nur, Good lord what a thing learning is,
1 could haue ftayde heere all this night To heare good counfell. Well fir.
He tell my lady that you will come.
Rom. Doe fo and bidde my fweet prepare to chllde, Farwell good nurfe.
Nurfe offers to goe in and turnes againe.
Nur. Heere is a ring fir, that fhe bad me giue you,
Rom. How well my comfort is reuiud by this.
Exit Nurfe.
Fr. Soiorne in Mantua^ lie finde out your man.
And he fhall fignifie from time to time :
Euery good hap that doth befall thee heere.
Farwell.
Rom. But -that a loy, pall: ioy cryes out on me.
It were a griefe fo bieefe to part with thee.
Enter olde Capolet and his ^jjifc, veith county Paris.
Cap. Thinges haue fallen out fir fo vnluckily,
That we haue had no tine to mouc my daughter.
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Looke yee fir, fhe lou’d her kinfman dearely,
And fo did I. Well, we were borne to dye,
Wife wher’s your daughter, is fhe in her chamber ?
I thinke fhe meanes not to come downe to night.
Par. Thefe times of woe afFoord no time to wooe,
Maddam farwell, commend me to your daughter.
Paris offers to goc m, and Capolet calks him againe.
Cap. Sir Paris ? He make a defperate tender of my child. , I thinke fhe will be rulde in all refpedles by mee :
But foft what day is this ?
Par. Munday my lord.
Cap. Oh then Wenfday is too foone,
On Thurfday let it be : you fliall be maried.
Wee’le make no great a doe, a frend or two, or fo :
For looke ye fir, Tybalt being flaine fo lately,
It will be thought we held him careleflye :
If we fliould reuell much, therefore we wdll haue Some halfe a dozen frends and make no more adoe.
But what fay you to Thurfday.
Paris. My lorde I wilhe that Thurfday were to morrow. Cap. Wife goe you to your daughter, ere you gee to bed. Acquaint her with the county Paris lone.
Fare well my lord till Thurfday next.
Wife gette you to your daughter. Light to my chamber. Afore me it is fo very very late,
That we may call it earely by and by. Exeunt.
Enter Romeo and luliet at the ’window.
lid. Wilt thou be gone ? It is not yet nere day.
It was the nightingale and not the larke 'That pierft the fearfull hollow of thine eare :
Nightly fhe fings on yon pomegranate tree,
■Beleeue me loue, it was the nightingale.
Eom,
OF Romeo and Iuliet.’
Rmi. It was the larke, the herald of the morne,
And not the nightingale. See lone what enuious flrakes Doo lace the feuering clowdes in yonder eaft.
Nights candles are burnt out, and iocond day Stands tiptoes on the myflie mountaine tops.
I muft be gone and Hue, or flay and dye.
JuL Yon light is not day light, I know it I ;
It is fome meteor. that the funne exhales,
To be this night to thee a torch-bearer.
And light thee on thy way to Mantua,
Then flay a while, thou flialt not goe foone.
Rom, Let me flay here, let me be tane, and dj^e :
If thou wilt haue it fo, I am content.
He fay yon gray is not the mornings eye.
It is the pale reflex of Cynthias brow.
He fay it is the nightingale that beates »
The vaultie heanen fo high aboue our heads.
And not the larke the meffenger of morne.
Come death and welcome, Juliet wiis it fo.
What fayes my loue ? lets talke, tis not yet day.
JuL It is, it is, begone, flye hence away.
It is the larke that fings fo out of tune.
Straining harfh difcords and vnpleafing fliarpes.
Some fay the larke makes fweete diuiflon :
This doth not fo : for this diuideth vs.
Some fliy the larke and loathed toad change eyes,
I would that now they had changd voyces too :
Since arme from arme her voyce doth vs affray.
Hunting thee hence with huntfvp to the day.
So now be gone, more light and light it growes.
Rom. More light and light, more darke and darke our woes. Farewell my loue, one kifie and He defcend.
He gceth do'vjne.
JuL Art thou gone fo, my lord, my loue, m.y frend ?
D 2 I mud
The most excellent Tragedie
I mufl: heare from thee euerie day in the hower ;
For in an hower there are manie minutes.
Minutes are dayes, fo will I number them :
Oh, by this count I (hall be much in yeares,
Ere I fee thee againe.
Rom. Farewell, I will omit no opportunitle That may conueigh my greetings loue to thee. lul. Oh, thinkfl thou we fliall euer meete againe.
Rom» No doubt, no doubt, and all this woe lhall ferue For fwcete difcourfes in the time to come.
Jul. Oh God, I have an ill diuining foule.
Me tkinkes I fee thee now thou art below Like one dead in the bottome of a tombe :
Either mine ey-fight failes, or thou lookfl pale.
Rom. And truft me loue, in my eye fo doo you,
Drie forrow drinkes our blood : adieu, adieu. Exit.
Enter Nurfe hajiely,
Niir. Madame beware, take heed the day is broke,
Your mother’s comming to your chamber, make all fure.
She goeth doionefrom the 'windovi.
Enter luliels mother, Nurfe.
Moth. Where are you daughter ?
Niir. What ladie, larabe, what luliet ? lid. How now, who calls ?
Nur, It is your mother.
Moth. Why how now Juliet ?
Jul. Madam, I am not well.
Moth. What euermore weeping for your cofens death :
I thinke thoult walh him from his graue with teares.
Jill. I cannot chufe, hauing fo great a Ioffe.
Moth.
OF Romeo and Iuliet.
Moth, I cannot blame thee.
But it greeues thee more that villalne Hues.
M. What villaine madame ?
Moth. That villaine Romeo.
M. Villaine and he are manie miles a funder.
Moth. Content thee girle, if I could finde a man I foone would fend to Mantua where he is.
That fliould beflow on him fo fure a draught.
As he (hould foone beare Tybalt companie.
ltd. Finde you the meanes, and He finde fuch a man s For whileft he Hues, my heart Ihall nere be light Till I behold him, dead is my poore heart.
Thus for a kinfman vext ?
Moth. Well let that pafle. I come to bring thee ioyfuH newes ?
ltd. And ioy comes well in fucn a needful time.
Moth. Well then, thou half a carefull father girle.
And one who pittying thy needfull flate,
Hath found thee out a happle day of ioy. lul. What day is that I pray you ?
Moth Marry my childe.
The gallant, yong and youthfull gentleman.
The countie Paris at faint Peters church.
Early next Thurfday morning muff prouide,
To make you there a glad and ioyfull bride.
lul. Now by faint Peters church and Peter too.
He fhall not there make mee a ioyfull bride.
Are thefe the newes you had to tell me of?
Marrie here are newes indeed. Madame I will not marric yet.
And when I doo, it flial be rather Romeo whom I hate,
Than countie Paris that I cannot loue.
The most excellent Tragedie
Enter oldc Capolet.
Moth. Here comes your father, you may tell him fo.
Capo. Why how now, euermore fnowring ?
In one little bodie thou refembleft a fea, a barke, a Aorme : For this thy bodic which I tearme a barke.
Still floating in thy euerfalling teares.
And tofl: with fighes arifing from thy hart :
Will without fuccour fliipwracke prefently.
But heare you wife, what haue you founded her, what faies flie to it ?
Moth. I haue, but flie will none flie thankes ye :
Would God that flie were married to her graue.
Capo. What will fhe not, doth fne not thanke vs, doth flic not wexe proud ?
liil. Not proud ye haue, but thankfull that ye haue :
Froud can I neuer be of that I hate.
But thankful! euen for hate that is ment loue.
Capo. Proud and I thanke you, and I thanke you not, xA-iid yet not proud. , Whats here, chop logicke.
Proud me no prouds, nor thanke me no thankes.
But fettle 'your fine ioynts on Thurfday next Togoe with Paris to faint Peters church,
Or I will drag you on a hurdle thether.
Out you greene ficknes baggage, out you tallow face. luL Good father heare me fpeake.
She kneeles downe.
Cap. I tell thee what, eyther refolue on Thurfday next To goe with Paris to faint Peters church :
Or henceforth neuer looke me in the face.
Speake not, reply not, for my fingers ytch.
Why wife, we thought that we were fcarcely bleA That God had fent vs but this onely chyld ;
OF Roateo and Iuliet. .
But now I fee this one is one too much.
And that we haue a croffe in hauing her.
Nur. Mary God in heauen blefle her my lord.
You are too blame to rate her fo.
Cap. And why my lady wifedome ? hold your timg,
Good prudence fmatter with your goiTips, goe.
N’ur. Why my lord 1 fpeake no treafon.
Cap. Oh goddegodden.
Vttcr your grauity ouer a gofTips boule,
For here wee need it not.
Mo. My lord ye are too hctte.
Cap. Gods blelTed mother wife it mads me.
Day, night, early, late, at home, abroad.
Alone, in company, waking or fleeping.
Still my care hath beene to fee her matcht.
And hauing now found out a gentleman.
Of princely parentage, youthfull, and nobly trainde,
Stuft as they fay with honorable parts.
Proportioned as ones heart coulde wiQi a man :
And then to haue a wretched whyning foole,
A puling mammet in her fortunes tender.
To fay I cannot loue, I am too young, I pray you pardon mce? But if you cannot wedde He pardon you.
Graze where you will, you fliall not houfe with me.
Looke to it, thinke ont, I do not vfe to iefl,
I tell yee what, Thurfday is neere.
Lay hand on heart, aduife, bethinke 3'our felfe,
If you be mine. He giue you to my frend :
If not, hang, drowne, Harue, beg.
Dye in the ftreetes for by my foule He neuer more acknowledge thee.
Nor what I haue (hall euer doe thee good,
Thinke ont, looke toot, I doe not vfe to ieH :
D4
Exit.
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luL Is there no pi tty hanging in the cloudes.
That lookes into the bottom of my woes ?
I doe befeech you madame, call me not away.
Defer this mariage for a day or two,
Or if you cannot, make my mariage bed In that dimme monument where Tybalt lyes.
Moth, Nay be allured I will not fpeake a word.
Do what thou wilt for I haue done with thee. Exit.
lul. Ah nurfe what comfort ? what counfell canfl thou giii^ me.
Nur. Now tru/I me madame, I know not what to fay : Your Romeo he is banifht, and all the world to nothing He neuer dares rcturne to challendge you.
Now I thinke good you marry with this county,
Oh he is a gallant gentleman, Romeo is but a dilhclout In rcfpe(ri: of him. I promife you I thinke you happy in this fecond match.
As for your hufband he is dead :
Or twere as good he were, for you haue no vfe of him. lul. Speakft thou this from thy heart ?
Nur. I and from my foule, or els befhrew them both. lul. Amen.
Nur. What fay you madame \
lul. Well, thou hall comforted me wondrous much,
I pray thee goe thy waies vnto my mother Tell her I am gone hauing difpleafde my father.
To fryer Laurence cell to confelTe me.
And to be abfolu’d.
Nur. I will, ■ and this is wifely done.
Shee lookes after nurfe.
lul. Auncient damnation, O moft curfed fiend.
Is it more finne to wifh me thus forfworne.
Or to difpraife him with the felfe fame tongue
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OF Romeo and Iuliet*
That thou haft praifde him with aboue compare So many thoufand times ? Goe counfellor.
Thou and my bofom henceforth ftial be twaine.
He to the fryer to know his remedy,
If all faile els, I haue the power to dye. Exit.
Enter Fryer and Paris.
\
Fr. On Thurfday fay ye : the time is very fhort.
Par. My father Capolet will haue it fo,
And I am nothing flacke to flow his haft.
Fr, You fay you doe not know the ladies minde ?
Vneuen is the courfe, I like it not.
Par. Immoderately flie weepes for Tybalts death.
And therefore haue I little talkt of lone.
For Venus fmiles not in a houfe of teares.
Now fir, her father thinkes it daungerous ;
That flie doth giue her forrow fo much fway.
And in his wifedome hafts our mariage.
To flop the inundation of her teares.
Which too much minded by her felfe alone May' be put from her by focietie.
Now doe ye know the reafon of this haft.
Fr. I would I knew not why it fliould be flowd.
Enter Paris.
Heere comes the lady to my cell.
Par. Welcome my loue, my lady and my wife :•
III. That may be fir, when I may be a wife.
Par. That may be, muft be loue, on Thurfday next. hd. What muft be ftial be.
Fr. Thats a certaine text.
Par. What come ye to confeftion to this fryer. lu. To tell you that were to confelfe to yoiu
Par,
The most excellent Tragedie
Par. Do not deny to him that you loue me. lul. I will confeflTe to you that I loue him, *
Par. So I am fure you will that you loue me. lid. And if I doe it wll be of more price,
Being fpoke behinde your backe, than to your face.
Par. Poore foule, thy face is much abus’d with teares. lid. The teares haue got fmall victory by that.
For it was bad enough before their fpito.
Par. Thou wrongfl it more than teares by that report.
III. That is no wrong fir, that is a truth :
And what I fpake I fpake it to my face.
Par. Thy face is mine and thou haft flaundred it.
111. It may be fo, for it is not mine owne.
Are you at leafurc holy father now :
Or fliall I come to you at euening malTe ?
Fr. hly leafure ferues me penfiuc daughter now.
My lord we muft entreate the time alone.
Par. God ftieild I fliould difturbe deuotion, lidiet farwell, and keep this holy kitle. Exit Paris.
III. Goe fhut the doore and when thou haft done fo,
Come weepe with me that am paft cure, paft help,
Fr. Ah lulict I already know thy griefe,
I heare thou muft and nothing may proroge it.
On Thurfday next be married to the countie.
lul. Tell me not frier that thou hearft of it,
Vnleffe thou tell me how we may preuent it.
Giue me fome fudden counfell : els behold Twixt my extreames and me, this bloodie knife Shall play the vmpeere, arbitrating that Which the commiffionof thy^yeares and arte Could to no ilfue of true honour bring.
Speake not, be briefe : for I defire to die.
If what thou fpeakft, fpeake not of remedie.
Fr.
- OF Romeo and Iuliet.
Fr. Stay Juliet ^ I doo fpie a klnde of hope.
Which craues as defperate an execution,
As that is defperate we would preuent.
If rather than to marrie countie Paris
Thou haft the ftrength or will to flay thy felfe,
Tis not vnlike that thou wilt vndertake A thing like death to chyde away this fliame,
Thar coapft with death itfelfe to flye from blame.
And if thou dooft, He glue thee remedie.
JuL Oh bid me leape (rather than marrie Paris )
From off the battlements of yonder tower :
Or chaine me to fome fleepie moiinuaines top.
Where roaring beares and fauage lions are ;
Or flint me nightly in a charnell-houfe.
With reckie fhankes, and yeolow chaples fculls :
Or lay me in tombe with one new dead :
Things that to heare them namde haue made me tremble And I will doo it without feare or doubt.
To keep my felfe a falthfull vnflaind wife.
To my deere lord, my deereft Romeo,
Fr. Hold Iuliet, hie thee home, get thee to bed.
Let not thy nurfe lye with thee in thy chamber:
And when thou art alone, take thou this violl.
And this diftilled liquor drinke thou off :
When prefently through all thy veynes Ihall run A dull and heauie flumbcr, which fhall feaxe Each vitall fpirit : for no pulfe fliall keepe His naturall progrefte, but furceafe to beate :
No flgne of breath fhall teftifle thou liuft.
And in this borrowed likenes of ft riinke death.
Thou (halt remaine full two and fortie houres.
And when thou art laid in thy kindreds vault,
The most excellent Tragedie
He fend in haft to Mantua to thy lord,
And he (hall come and take thee from thy grauc,
JuL Frier I goe, be fure thou fend for my deare Romeo.
Exeunt.
Enter olde Capolet, hh 'wifey Nurfe, and fervingman. .
Capo. Where are you firra ?
Ser. Heere forfooth.
Capo, Goe, prouide me twentle cunning cookes.
Ser. I warrant you fir, let me alone for that, He knowc them by licking their fingers.
Capo. How canft thou know them fo ?
Ser. Ah fir, tis an ill cooke cannot licke his owne fingers. Capo. Well get you gone.
Exit feruingman.
But wheres this head-ftrong ?
Moth. Shees gone (my lord) to frier Laurence cell To be confeft.
Capo. Ah, he may hap to doo fome good of her,
A headftrong felfewild hailotrie it is.
Enter luliet.
Moth. See here (he commeth from confeflion.
Capo. How now my head-ftrong, where haue you bin gad- ding ?
lul. Where I haue learned to repent the fm Of froward wilfull oppofition Gainft you and your bchefts, and am enioynd By holy Laurence to fall proftrate here,
And'Craue remiflion of fo fcule a fa61:.
She kneeles downe.
fMoth. Why thats well fald.
Capo. Now before God this holy reuerent frier
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OF Romeo and Iuliet.
All our whole citie is much bound vnto.
Goe tell the countie prefently of this,
For I will haue this knot knit vp to morrow.
Jul. Nurfe, will you go with me to my clofet.
To fort fuch things as fhall be requifite Againft to morrrow,
Moth, I pree thee do, good nurfe goe in with her,
Helpe her to fort tyres, rebatoes, chaines.
And I will come vnto you prefently,
Nur. Come fweet hart, fhall we goe :
* InL I pree thee let vs.
Exeunt Nurfe a7id Iuliet.
Moth. Me thinks on Thurfday would be time enough.
Capo. I fay I will haue this difpatcht to morrow,
Goe one and certefie the count thereof.
Moth. I pray my lord, let it be Thurfday.
Capo. I fay to morrow while fhees in the mood.
Moth. We fhall be fhort in our prouifion.
Capo. Let me alone for that, goe get you in.
Now before God my heart is palling light,
To fee her thus conformed to our will. Exeunt,
Enter Nurfe, Iuliet,
Nur. Come, come, what need you anie thing elfe ?
IiiL Nothing good nurfe, but leaue me to my felfe :
For I doo meane to lye alone to night.
Nur. Well theres a cleane fmocke vnder your pillow, and fo good night. Exit.
Enter Mother.
, Moth. What are you bufie, doo you need my helpe ? lul. No madame, I defire to lye alone.
For I haue manie things to thinke vpon.
Moth,
The most excellent Tracedie
Moth. Well then good night, be ftirring The countie will be earlie here to morrow. Exit,
lul. Farewell, God knowes when wee (hall meete againe. Ah, I doo take a fearfull thing in hand.
What if this potion fliould not worke at all,
^Muft I of force be married to the countic ?
This (hall forbid it. Knife, lye thou there.
What if the frier (liould giue me this drinkc To poyfon mce, for fcare I fiioulJ difclofe Our former marriage ? Ah, I wrong him much, .
He is a holy and religious man :
I will not entertaine fo bad a thought.
What if I fhould be flifled in the toomb ?
Awake an houre before the appointed time :
Ah then I feare I (liall be lunaticke :
And playing with my dead forefathers bones,
Dafn out my franticke braines. Me thinkes I fee My cofm Tybalt weltring in his bloud.
Seeking for Romeo : fray Tybalt (fay.
Romeo I come, this doe I drinke to thee.
She f ah vpon her bed ’within the curtaines.
Enter Nurfe with hearbsj Mother.
Moth' Thats well faid nurfe, fet all in redines.
The countie will be heere immediatly.
E7iter Oldeman.
^ Cap. Make had, make had, for it is almod day.
The curfewe bell hath rung, t’is foure a clockc,
Looke to your bakt meates good Angelica.
Niir. Goe get you to .bed you cotqueane. I faith t-ou will be ficke a none.
OF Romeo and Iuliet;
Cap. I warrant thee nurfe I haue ere now watcht all night, and haue taken no harme at all.
Moth. I you haue beene a moufe hunt in your time.
Enter Seruingman 'luith kgs and coales.
Cap. Aielous hood, ielous hood : How now firra ?
What haue you there ?
Ser. Forfooth logs.
Cap. Goe, goe choofe dryer. Will will tell thee where thou /halt fetch them.
Ser. Nay I warrant let me alone, I haue a heade I troe to choofe a log. Exit.
Cap. Well goe thy way, thou (halt be logger head.
Come, come, make haft call vp your daughter.
The countie will be heere with muficke ftraight.
Gods me hees come, nurfe call vp my daughter.
Nur. Goe, get you gone. What lambe, what lady birde > faft I warrant. What Iuliet P well, let the county take you in your bed : yee fleepe for a w'^eeke now, but the next night, the countie Paris hath fet vp his reft that you fhal reft but little. What lambe I fay, faft ftill : what lady, loue, what bride, what Juliet P Gods me how found fhe fleeps ? Nay then I fee I muft wake you indeed. Whats heere, laide on your bed, dreft in your cloathes and down, ah me, alack the day, fome aqua vits hoe.
Enter Mother.
Moth. How now whats the matter ?
Nur. Alack the day, ftiees dead, fnees dead, ftiees dead.
Moth. Accurft, vnhappy, miferable time.
Enter Oldeman.
Cap. Come, come, make haft, wheres my daughter ?
Moth. Ah. fliees dead, ftiees dead.
The most excellent Tragedie
Cap. Stay, let me fee, all pale and wan.
Accurfed time, vnfortunate olde man.
Enter Fryer and Paris.
Par. What Is the bride ready to goe to church?
Cap. Ready to goe, but neuer to returne.
O fonne the night before thy wedding day,
Hath death laine with thy bride, flower as (he is,
Deflowerd by him, fee, where (he lyes.
Death is my fonne in law, to him I giue all that I hauc.
Par. Haue l thought long to fee this mornings face.
And doth it now prefent fuch prodegies ?
Accurfl:, vnhappy, miferable man,
Forlorne, forfaken, deftitute I am :
Borne to the world to be a flaue in It.
Diflrefl:, remediles, and vnfortunate.
O heauens, O nature, wherefore did you make me.
To liue fo vile, fo wretched as I (hall.
Cap. O heere (he lies that was our hope, our ioy,
And being dead, dead forrow nips vs all.
All at once cry out and wring their hands*
All cry. And all our ioy, and all our hope is dead.
Dead, lofl:, undone, abfented, wholly fled.
Cap. Cruel, vniufr, impartlall deflinies.
Why to this day haue you preferu’d my life ?
To fee my hope, my flay, my ioy, my life,
Depriude of fence, of life, of all by death,
Cruell, vniufl, impartiall deflinies.
Cap. O fad fac’d forrow map of mifery.
Why this fad time haue I defird to fee.
This day, this vniufl, this impartiall day Wherein ( hop’d to fee my comfort full.
To be depriude by fuddaine. deflinie.
Moth,
OF Romeo and Iuliet;
Moth, ' O woe, alacke, diftreft, why fhould I liue ?
To fee this day, this miferable day.
Alacke the time that euer I was borne.
To be partaker of this deftinie.
Alacke the day, alacke and welladay.
Fr. O peace for lhame, if not for charity.
Your daughter Hues in peace and happines.
And it is vaine to wifh it otherwife.
Come fticke your rofemary in this dead coarfe.
And as the cuftome of our country is.
In all her beft and fumptuous ornaments,
Conuay her where her anceftors lie tomb’d.
Cap. Let it be fo, come wofull forrow mates.
Let vs together tafte this bitter fate.
T'hey all but the nurfe goe foorth, cajling rofemary on her and Jhutting the curtens.
Enter Mufitions,
Nur. Put vp, put vp, this is a wofull cafe. Exit,
1. 1 by my troth mlftreflTe is it, it had need be mended.
Enter feridngman,
Ser. Alack alack what (hal I doe, come fidlers play me fome mery dumpe.
I . A fir, this is no time to play.
Ser. You will not then ?
I . No marry will wee.
Ser. Then will I giue it you, and foundly to.
I . What will you giue vs ?
Ser. The fidler. He re you. He fa you. He fol you.
I. If you re vs and fa vs, we will note you.
Ser. I will put vp my iron dagger, and beate you with my wodden wit. . Come on Simon found pot. He pofe you.
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The most excellent Tragedie I . Lets heare.
Ser. When griping griefe the heart doth wound,
And dolefull dumps the ininde opprefle :
Then mufique with her filuer found.
Why filuer found ? Why filuer found ?
1. I thinke becaufe muficke hath a fweet found.
Ser. Pretie, what fay you Mathe'w minikine ^
2. I thinke becaufe mufitions found for filuei Ser. Prettie too : come, what fay you ?
3. I fay nothing.
Ser. I thinke fo, He fpeake for you becaufe you are the finger. I faye filuer found, becaufe fuch fellowes as you haue fildome golde for founding. Farewell fidlers, farewell. Exit. I . Farewell and be hangd : come lets goe. Exeunt^
Enter Romeo.
Rom. If I may trufl the flattering eye of fleepe.
My dreame prefagde fome good euent to come,
My bofome lord fits chearfull in his throne.
And I am comforted with plealing dreames.
Methought I was this night alreadie dead :
(Strange dreames that giue a dead man leaue to thinke)
And that my ladie luliet came to me,
And breath d fuch life with kKfes in my lips.
That I reuiude and was an emperour.
Enter Balthafar his man booted*
Newes from Verona. How now Balthafar,
How doth my ladie ? Is my father well ?
How feres my Juliet P that I aflce againe ;
If fhe be well, then nothing can be ill.
Balt. Then nothing can be ill, for flie is well.
Her bodie fleepes in Capcls monument.
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And her inimortall parts with angels dwell.
Pardon me fir, that am the meffenger of fuch bad tidings, Rom. Is it euen fo I then I defie my flarres.
Goe get me Incke and paper, hyre poll horfe,
I will not ftay in Mantua to night.
Balt. Pardon me fir, I will not leaue you thus,
Your lookes are dangerous and full of feare :
I dare not, nor I will not leaue you yet.
Rom. Doo as I bid thee, get me incke and paper,
And hyre thofc horfe : flay not I fay.
Exit Balthafar.
Well lulietj I will lye with thee to nijghf.
Lets fee for meanes. As I doo remember Here dwells a pothecarie whom oft I noted As I paft by, whofe needie fhop is finfll With beggerly accounts of emptie boxes :
And in the fame an Aligarta hangs,
Olde endes of packthred, and cakes of rofes,
Are thinly flrewed to make vp a Ihow.
Him as I noted, thus with my felfe I thought ;
And if a man fhould need a poyfon now,
(Whofe prefent fale is death in Mantua )
Here he might buy it. This thought of mine Did but forerunne my need : and here about he dwels^
Being holiday the beggers fhop is fhut.
What ho apcthecarie, come forth I fay.
Enter Apothecarie.-
Af)0. Who calls, what would you fir ?
Rom. Heeres twentie duckates,
Giue me a dram of fome fuch fpceding geere.
As will difpatch the wearie takers life,
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As fuddenly as powder being fierd From forth a cannons mouth.
yipo. Such drugs I haue I muft of force confefTe,
But yet the law is death to thqfe that fell them.
Rovi. Art thou fo bare and full of pouertle,
And dooft thou feare to violate the law ?
The law is not thy frend, nor the lawes frend.
And therefore make no confcience of the law ;
Vpon thy backe hangs ragged miferie.
And ftarued famine dwellcth in thy cheekes.
Jpo. My pouertie but not my will confents.
I pay thy pouertie, but not thy will.
Wpo. Hold take you this, and put it in anic liquid thing you will, and it will feme had you the hues of twenty men.
Rem. Hold, take this gold, worfe poyfon to mens foules Than this which thou hafl: gluen me. Goe hye thee hence, Goe buy the cloathes, and get thee into flefh.
Come cordiall and not poyfon, goe with mee
To IiiUets grane : for there mvll I vfe thee. Exeunt,
Enter Frier lohn.
John, What frier Laiirencey brother, ho ?
Laur, This fame Ihould be the voyce of frier lohn.
What newes from Mantua, what will Romeo come ?
John, Going to feeke a barefoote brother out.
One of our order to aflbeiate mee.
Here in this cittie vifiting the fick,
Whereas the infeffious peflilence remaind :
And being by the fearchers of the towne Found and examinde, we were both fliut vp,
Laur, Who bare my letters then to Romeo ?
John, I haue them flill, and here they are.
Laur, Now by my holy order.
The letters were not nice, but of great weight.
Goe
OF Romeo and Iuliet.
Goe get thee hence, and get me prefently A fpade and mattocke.
lohn. Well I will prefently go fetch thee them. Exlt^ Laur, Now muft I to the monument alone,
Lead that the ladie (hould before I come Be wakde from fleepe. I will hye
To free her from that tomb of mlferle. Exit,
Enter countie Paris and his Page with flowers and fweete
water.
Par. Put out the torch, and lye thee all along Vnder this Ew-tree, keeping thine eare clofe to the hollow ground.
And if thou heare one tread within this churchyard,
Staight glue me notice.
Boy. I will my lord.
Paris Jlrewes the tomb with flowers.
Par. Sweet flower, with flowers I flrow thy bridale bed : Sweete tombe that in thy circuite dod containe,
The perfe<d modell of eternitie :
Faire Iidiet that with angells dod remaine,
Accept this latcd fauour at my hands.
That lining honourd thee, and being dead With funerall praifes doo adorne thy tombe.
Boy whijiles and calls. My lord.
Enter Romeo and Balthafar, with a torch ^ a mattocke ^ and a crow of yron.
Par. The boy glues warning, fomethlng doth approach. What curfed foote wanders this was to night,
To day my obfequies and trueloues rites ?
What with a torch, muffle me night a while. *
The most excellent Tragedie
Rem. Glue me this mattocke, and this wrentching iron^ And take thefe letters, early in the morning.
See thou deiiuer them to my lord and father.
So get thee gone and trouble me no more.
Why I defeend into this bed of death.
Is partly to behold my ladies face,
But chiefly to take from her dead finger,
A precious ring which 1 muff vfe
In deare imployment : but if thou wilt flay,
Further to prie in what I vndertake.
By heauen He teare thee ioynt by ioynt,
And flrewe thys hungry churchyard with thy Urns.
The time and my intents are fauage, wilde.
Balt. Well, He be gone and not trouble you.
Rom. So lhalt thou win my fauour, take thou this, Commend me to my father, farwell good fellow.
Balt. Yet for all this will I not part from hence.
Romeo opens the tombe.
Rom. Thou detefl.able maw, thou womb of death, Gorde with the dearefl morfell of the earth.
Thus I enforce thy rotten iawes to ope.
Par. This is that banilht haughtie Mountagiie,
That murderd my loues cofen, I will apprehend him*
Stop thy vnhallowed toyle vile Mountague.
Can vengeance be purfued further then death ?
I doe attach thee as a fellon heere.
The law condemnes thee, therefore thou mufl dye.
Rom. I mufl indeed, and therefore came I hither,
Good youth be gone, tempt not a defperate man.
Heape not another finne vpon my head By flieding of thy bloud, I doe protefl
For
OF Romeo and Iuliet.
I loue thee better then I loue my felfe :
For I come hyther armde agalnft my felfe.
Par. I doe defie thy coniurations :
And doe attach thee as a fellon heere.
Rom. What dofl thou tempt me, then haue at thee boy.
'They fight.
Boy. O lord they fight, I will goe call the watch.
Par. Ah I am flaine, if thou be mercifull Open the tombe, lay me with Iuliet.
Rom. Yfaith I will, let me perufe this face,
Mercutios kinfman, noble county Paris ?■
What faid my man, when my betoffed foule ' Did not regard him as we paft along.
Did he not fay Paris fhould haue maried Iuliet P eyther he faid fo, or I dreamd it fo.
But I will fatisfie thy lafl: requeft.
For thou haft prizd thy loue aboue thy life.
Death lye thou there, by a dead man interd.
How oft haue many at the houre of death Beene blith and pleafant ? which their keepers call A lightning before death But how may I Call this a lightning. Ah deare Iuliet,
How well thy beauty doth become this graue ?
O I beleeue that vnfubftanciall death.
Is amorous, and doth court my loue.
Therefore will I, O heere, O euer heere.
Set vp my euerlafting reft With wormes, that are thy chambermayds.
Come defperate pilot now at once runne on The daftiing rockes thy fea-ficke weary barge.
Heers to my loue. O true apothecary :
Thy drugs are fwift : thus with a kifte I dye.
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Falls.
Enter
The most excellent Tragedie
Enter Fryer with a lanthorne»
How oft to night haue thefe my aged feete Stumbled at graues as I did pafTe along.
Whofe there ?
Man. A frend and one that knowes j^ou well.
Fr, Who is it that conforts fo late the dead.
What light is yon ? if I be not deceiued.
Me thinkes it burnes in Capcls monument ?
Man. It doth fo holy fir, and there is one That loues you dearly.
Fr. Who is it ?
Man. Romeo.
Fr. How long hath he beene there ?
Man. Full halfe an houre and more,
Fr. Goe with me thether.
Man. 1 dare not fir, he knowes not I am heere : On paine of death he chargde me to be gone.
And not for to diflurbe him in his enterprize.
Fr. Then muft I goe : my minde prefageth ill.
Fryti* /loops and lookes on the blood and weapons.
What bloud is this that flaines the entrance Of this marble flony monument ?
What meanes thefe maiflerles and goory weapons ?
Ah me I doubt, whofe heere ? what Romeo dead?
Who and Paris too ? what vnluckie houre Is acceflary to fo foule a fmne ?
luliet rifes.
The lady flurres.
lul. Ah comfortable fryer.
OF Romeo aud Iuliet.'
I doe remember well where I fliould be,
And what we talkt of ? but yet I cannot fee Him for whofe fake I vndertooke this hazard.
Fr, Lady come foorth, I heare fome noife at hand.
We fliall be taken, Paris he is flaine.
And Romeo dead : and if we heere be tane We (hall be thought to be as acceflarie.
I will prouide for you in fome clofe nunery. . lul. Ah leaue me, leaue me, I will not from hence.
Fr. I heare fome noife, I dare not flay, come, come lul. Goe get thee gone.
Whats heere a cup clofde in my loners hands ?
Ah churle drinke all, and leaue no drop for me.
Enter Watch.
Watch. This way, this way.
lul. I, noife ? then mull I be refolute.
O happy dagger thou (halt end my feare,
Reft in my bofome, thus I come to thee.
She Jiahs herfelfe and folks . Enter Watch,
Cap. Come looke about, what weapons haue we heere ? See frends where Iuliet two daies buried.
New bleeding wounded, fearch and fee who’s neare.
Attach and bring them to vs prefeatly.
Enter one 'with the Fryer*
I . Captalne heers a fryer with tooles about him,
Fitte to ope a tombe.
Cap. A gr«at fufpition, keep him fafe.
UnUt
The most excellent Tragedie
Enter one 'with Romeos man,
I . Heeres Romeos man.
Capt. Keepe him to be examinde.
Enter Prince 'with others.
Prin. What early mifchiefe calls vs vp fo foone.
Capt. O noble prince, fee here Where Juliet that hath lyen intoombd two dayes, Warme and frefli bleeding, Romeo and countie Paris Likewife newly flaine.
Prin. Search feeke about to finde the murderers.
Enter olde Capolet and his 'wife.
Capo. What rumor’s this that is fo early vp ?
Moth. The people in theftreetes crie Romeo ^
And fome on luliet : as if they alone Had been the caufe of fuch a mutinie.
Capo. See wife, this dagger hath miRooke :
For (loe) the backe is emptie of yong Mountague,
And it is Rieathed in our daughters breaft.
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Enter olde Montague.
Pjin, Come Mountague, for thou art early vp.
To fee thy fonne and heire more early downe.
Mount. Dread fouereigne, my wife is dead to night. And yong Benuolio is deceafed too :
What further mifchiefe can there yet be found ?
Prin. Firft come and fee, then fpeake.
Mount. O thou vntaught, what manners is in this To preffe before thy father to a graue.
OF Romeo and Iuliet.
Prin, Come feale your mouthes of outrage for a while,
And let vs feeke to fjnde the authors out Of fuch a hainous and feld feene mlfchaunce.
Bring forth the parties in fufpicion.
Fr. I am the greatefl: able to doo leafl.
Moft worthle prince, heare me but fpeake the truth.
And He informe you how thefe things fell our.
Juliet here flaine was married to that Romeo^
Without her fathers or her mothers grant :
The nurfe was priuie to the marriage.
The balefull day of this vnhappie marriage,
Was Tybalts doomefday : for which Roineo Was baniflied from hence to Mantua,
He gone, her father fought by foule conHraint To marrie her to Paris : but her foule (Loathing a fecond contract) did refufe To giue confent ; and therefore did fhe vrge me Either to finde a meanes fhe might auoyd What fo her father fought to force her too :
Or els all defperately fhe threatned Euen in my prefence to difpatch her felfe.
Then did I giue her, (tutord by mine arte)
A potion that fhould make her feeme as dead ;
And told her that I would with all poll fpeed
Send hence to Mantua for her RomeOy
That he might come and take her from the toombe.
But he that had my letters (frier John )
Seeking a brother to afTociate him.
Whereas the ficke infeflion remaind.
Was flayed by the fearchers of the towne.
But Romeo vnderflanding by his man.
That Juliet was deceafde, returnde in poll Vnto Verona for to fee his loue,
What
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What after happened touching Paris death, .
Or Romeos is to me vnknowne at all.
But when I came to take the kdy hence,
I found them dead, and (he awakt from fleep :
Whom faine I would haue taken from the tombe.
Which (he refufed feeing Romeo dead.
Anone I heard the watch and then I fled.
What after happened I am ignorant of.
And if in this ought haue raifearied.
By me, or by my meanes let my olde life Be facrified fome houre before his time.
To the moft flrickefl: rigor of the law.
Pry. We Aill haue knowne thee for a holy man, Wheres Romeos man, what can he fay in this ?
Balth. I brought my maifler word that fhee was dead. And then he poafted ftraight from Mantiidy Vnto this toombe. Thefe letters he^eliuered me. Charging me early glue them to his father.
Prin. Lets fee the letters, I will read them ouer. Where is the counties boy that calld the watch ?
Boy. I brought my mafter vnto lulicts graue.
But one approaching, flraight I calld my mafter.
At lall: they fought, I ran to call the watch.
And this is all that I can fay or know.
Prin. Thefe letters doo make good the fryers wordes. Come Capolet, and come olde Mountagewe.
Where are thefe enemies \ fee what hate hath done,
Cap. Come brother Mountague giue me thy hand, There is my daughters dowry t for now no more Can I beflowe on her, thats all I haue.
Moun. But I will giue them more, I will erefl Her flatue of pure goldc :
That Verona by that name is knowne.
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OF Romeo and Iuliet*
There fhall no ftatue of fuch price be fet.
As that of Romeos loued luliet.
Cap. As rich fhall Romeo by his lady lie,
Poore facrifices to our enmitie.
Prin. A gloomie peace this day doth with it bring/ Come, let vs hence,
To haue'more talke of thefe fad things.
Some fhall be pardoned and fome punifhed ;
For nere was heard a florie of more woe.
Than this of luUet and her Romeo.
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ROMEOandIVLIET.
Enter Sampfoii and Gregorie, -with /words and bucklers, of the hoiife of Capulet.
Sampfon,
Gregorie, on my word week not carry coles.
Greg. No, for then we fliould be collyers. Samp. I meane, and we be in choUer, week draw.
Greg. I while you liue, draw your necke out of choller :* Samp. I ftrike quickly being moued.
Greg. But thou art not quickly moued to Rrike.
Samp. A dog of the houfe of Mountague moues me.
Greg. To moue is to Rirre, and to be valiant, is to Rand. Therefore if thou art moued thou runfl away.
Samp. A dog of that houfe fhall moue me to Rand.
I will take the wall of any man or maide of Mountagxies.
Gregs
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The most lamentable Tragedie
Greg. That ftiewes thee a weake flaue, for the weakefl goes to the wall.
Samp. Tls true, and therefore women being the weaker vefTcls are euer thruft to the wall : therefore I will pufh Moun- t agues men from the wall, and thrufl his maides to the wall.
Cre. The quarrell is betweene our mafters, and vs their men.
Samp. Tis all one I will fhew my felfe a tyrant, when I haue fought with the men, I will be ciuill f with the maides, I will cut off their heads.
Crego. The heades of the maids.
Samp. I the heads of the maids, or their maidenheads, take it in what fence thou wilt.
Crego. They muff take it * fenfe, that feele it.
Samp. Me they lhall feele while I am able to ftand, and tis knowne I am a pretty p'eece of flefh.
Crego. Tis well thou art not fifh, if thou hadH:, thou hadjfl been poore John : draw thy toole here comes of the houfe of Nount agues.
Enter two ether feruingmen.
Samp. My naked weapon is out, quarrell, I will back thee.
• Cre. How, turne thy backe and runne ;
Samp. Feare me not.
Cre. No marrie, I feare thee.
Samp. Let vs take the law of our fides, let them begin.
Gre. I will frown as I pafle by, and let them take it as they lift.
Samp. Nay as they dare, I wil bite my thumb at them, which is a difgrace to them if they beare it.
j^bra. Doe you bite your thumb at vs fir ?
Samp. I doe bite my thumb fir.
y^bra. Doe you bite your thumb at vs fir ?
f cruel.
f it ir.
Samp.
OF Romeo and Iuliet*
Samp. Is the law of our fide if I fay I ?
Gre. No.
Samp. No fir, I doe not bite my thumbe at you fir, but I bite my thumbe fir.
Gre. Doe you quarrell fir ?
y^/>ra. Quarrell fir, no lir.
Sa. But if you doe fir, I am for you, I ferue as good a ma as you.
y^l^ra. No better.
Samp. Well fir.
Enter Benuolio.
Gre. “Say better, here comes one of my maifters kinsmen^
Samp. Yes better fir.
Abra. You lie.
Samp. Draw if you be men, Gregorie, remember thy viajh^ ing f blowe.
They fight.
Benii. Part fooles, put vp your fwords, you know not what you do.
Enter Tibalt.
Tibalt. What art thou drawne among thefe hartlefle hinds turne thee Benuolio, look vpon thy death.
Ben. I doe but keepe the peace, put vp thy fword, or mannage it to part thefe men with me.
Tib. What drawne and talke of peace ? I hate the word, as I hate hell, all Moiintagiies and thee :
Haue at the coward.
Enter three or foure citizens with clubs or partyfons.
Ofii. Clubs, billes and partifons, flrike, beate them downs Downe with the Capulets, downe with the Mount agues.
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Enter
Thr most lamentable Tragedie
Enter old Capulct in his gowne, and his wife.
Capu. What noyfe is this ? giue me my long fword hoc. Wife. A crowch, a crovvch, why call you for a fword ? Cap. My fword I fay, old Momtague is come,
And florifhes his blade in fpight of me.
Enter aide Mountague and his wife.
Motin. Thou villaine Capidejy hold me not, let me go. M. wife. 2. Thou fhalt not flir one foote to feeke a foe.
Enter prince Efkales, with his traine.
Prince. Rebellious fubie(fts enemies to peace, Prophanersof this nelghbour-ftained Reele,
Will they not heare ? what ho, you men, you hearts :
That quench the fire of your pernicious rage,
With purple fountaines irtuing from your veines :
On paine of torture from thofe bloudy hands,
Throw your mirtempered weapons to the ground,
And heare the fentence of your moued prince.
Three ciuill brawles bred of an ayrie word.
By thee old Capulet and Mountague y
Haue thrice dirturbde the quiet of our rtreets.
And made Veronas auncient citizens.
Cart by their graue befeeming ornaments.
To wield old partizans, in hands as old,
Cancred with peace, to part your cancred hate.
If euer you dirturbe our rtreets againe.
Your hues fhall pay the forfeit of the peace.
For this time all the rert depart away :
You Capulet fhall goe along with me.
And Mountague come you this afternoone,
To
OF Romeo and Iuliet;
To know our fathers f plefure in this cafe :
To old Free-towne our common iudgment place :
Once more on paine of death, all men depart. Exeunt,
Moun. Who fet this auncient quarrell new abroach ? Speake nephew, were you by, when it began ?
Ben, Here were the feruants of your aduerfarie And yours clofe fighting ere I did approach,
I drew to part them, in the infiant came The fiery Tibalt, with his fword prepard.
Which as he breath’d defiance to my eares.
He fwong about his head and cut the windes.
Who nothing hurt withall, hifi: him in fcorne :
While we were enterchanging thrufts and blowes.
Came more and more, and fought on part and part.
Till the prince came, who parted either part.
Wife. O where is Romeo, faw you him to day?
Right glad am I, he was not at this fray.
Ben, Madam, an houre before the worlhipt fun,
Peerde forth the golden window of the eaft,
A troubled mind draue me to walke abroad.
Where vnderneath the groue of fyramour.
That wefiward rooteth from this city fide ;
So early walking did I fee your fonn?,
Towards him I made, but he was ware of me.
And fi:ole into the couert of the wood,
I meafuring his afFe6lions by my owne.
Which then mofl fought, where moil: might not be found : Being one too many by my weary felfe,
Purfued my honour J, not purfuing his,'
And gladly fiiunned, who gladly fled from me. '
Mount, Many a morning hath he there beene feene.
With teares augmenting the frefh mornings deaw,
*1^ further. ij; humour,
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The most lamentable Tragedie
Adding to cloudes, more cloudes with his deepe fighes,
But all fofoone as the all cheering funne,
Should in the fartheft eaft begin to draw,
The Ihadie curtaines from Auroras bed,
Away from light (leaks home my heauy fonnc.
And priuate in his chamber pennes himfelfe.
Shuts vp his windowes, lockes faire day-light out,
And makes himfelfe an artificial! night,
• Blacke and portcndous mufl this humor proue,
Vnlefle good counfell may the caufe remoue.
Ben, My noble vncle doe you know the caufe ?
Moun. I neither know it, nor can learneof him.
Ben, Haue you importunde jbim by any meanes I Moun. Both by my felfe and many other friends.
But he his own affe(flions counfeller.
Is to himfelfe (I will not fay how true)
But to himfelfe fo fccret and fo clofe.
So farre from founding and difeouery.
As is the bud bit with an enuious worme,
Ere he can fpread his fweetc leaues to the ayre,
Or dedicate his beauty to the fame.
Could we but learue from whence his forrowes grow.
We would as willingly give cure, as know.
Enter Romeo.
Benu. See where he comes, fo plcafe you (lep afide.
He know his greeuance or be much denide.
Moun. I would thou wert fo happy by thy Hay,
To heare true fhrift, come madam lets away. Exeunt,
Benuol. Good morrow coufiii.
Romeo. Is the day fo young ?
Ben. Bur new firooke nine.
Romeo. Ay me fad houres feeme long :
Was that my father that went hence fo fad ?
• Ben,
OF Romeo and Iuliet.
Ben. It was : what fadnes lengthens Romeos houres ? Ro. Not hauing that, which hauing, makes them Ihort. Ben. In lone.
Romeo. Ont.
Ben. Of lone.
Rom. Out of her fauour where I am in loue.
Ben. Alas that loue fo gentle in his view,
Should be fo tyriinnous and rough in proofe.
Romeo. Alas that loue, whofe view is muffled flill. Should without eyes, fee pathwaies to his will :
Where fhall we dine ? O me, what fray was here ?
Yet tell me not, for I haue heard it all :
Heres much to doe with hate, but more with loue.
Why then O brawling loue, O louing hate,
O any thing of nothing fiifl created :
O heauie lightneffe, ferious vanity,
Mifhapen Chaos of welfeeing formes,
Feather of lead, bright fmoke, cold fier, ficke health. Still waking fleepe, that is not what it is.
This loue feele I, that feele no loue in this,
DoefI: thou not laugh ?
Ben. No coze, I rather weepe.
Rom. Good heart at what ?
Ben. At thy good harts opprelTion.
Romeo. Why fuch is loues tranfgrefrion.
Griefes of mine owne lie heauie in my breafl,
Which thou wilt propagate to haue it preafl, ,
With more of thine, this loue that thou hafl: fhowncv Doth ad more griefe, to too much of mine owne.
Loue is a fmoke made with the fume of fighes,
Being purgd, a fire fparkling in loners eyes.
Being vext, a fea nouriiht with louing teares.
What is it elfe ? A madneffe, moft difcreet,
The most lamentable Tracedie
A choking gall, and a preferuing fweet :
Farewell my coze.
Ben. Soft I will goe along.
And if you leaue me fo, you doe me wrohg.
Rom. Tut I haue loft my felfe, I am not here.
This is not -RomeOy hees fome other where.
Ben. Tell me in fadneffe, who is that you loue ?
Rom. What fliall I grone and tell thee ?
Ben. Grone, why no : but fadly tell me who.
Rom. A* ficke man in fadneffe makes f his will :
A word ill vrgd to one that is fo ill :
In fadneffe cozin, I do loue a woman.
Ben. I aymd fo ne'are, when I fuppofde you lou’d.
Rom. A right good marke man, and fliee’s faire I loue, Ben. A right fiire marke faire coze is fooneft hit.
Romeo. Well in that hit you miffe, fheel not be hit With Cupids arrow, fhe hath Dians wit :
And in flrong proofe of chaflitie well arrnd.
From loues weake childifh bow fhe hues vneharmd.
Shee will not flay the fege of loning tearmes.
Nor bide th’ incounter of affailing eyes.
Nor ope her lap to faincSt-feducing gold,
O fhe is rich in beautie, onely poore.
That when fhe ‘dies, with beautie ‘dies her ffore.
Ben. Then fhe hath fworne, that fhe will flill hue chafl? Rom. She hath, and in that fparing, make huge waft : For beauty fteru’d with her feuerity,
Cuts beauty off from all pofteritie.
She is too faire, too wife, wifely too faire.
To merit bliffe by making me difpaire :
She hath forfwcrne to loue, and in that vow.
Do I liue dead, that liue to tell it now.
Ben. Be rulde by me, forget to thinke of her.
Rem. 0 teach me how I fhould forget to thinke.
* Bid a, make.
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OF Romeo and Iuliet,
Ro. By giulng liberty vnto thine eyes.
Examine other beauties.
Ro. Tis the way to call hers (exquifit) in queftlon more, Thefe happy malkes that kilTe faire ladies browes,
Being blacke, puts vs in mind they hide the faire :
He that is flrooken blind, cannot forget The precious treafure of his eye-fight loft.
Shew me a miftrefle that is palTuig faire,
What doth her beauty ferue but as a note.
Where I may read who paft that pafting faire :
Farewell thou canft not teach me to forget,
Ben* He pay that dodlrine, or elfe die in debt. Exeunt*
Enter Capulet, countie Paris, and the Clowne.
Cap. Monntague f is bound as well as I,
In penalty alike, and tis not hard I thinke.
For men fo old as wee to keepe the peace.
Par* Of honourable reckoning are you both.
And pittie tis you liu’d at ods fo long ;
But now my lord, what fay you to my fute ?
Capu. But faying ore what 1 haue faid before.
My child is yet a ftranger in the world,
Shee hath not feene the change of fourteene yeares.
Let two more fummers wither in 'their pride Ere we may thinke her ripe to be a bride.
Pari* Younger then fhe, are happy mothers made.
Capu. And too foone mard are thofe fo early made :
Earth hath fwallowed all my hopes but flie,
Shees * the hopefull lady of my earth.
But wooe her gentle Paris, get her heart.
My will to her confent, is but a part.
And
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The most lamentable Tragedie
And flie agree, within her fcope of choife Lyes my confcnt, and faire according voice :
This night I hold, an old accuftomd feafl.
Whereto I haue inuited many a guefl,- Such as I loue, and you among the ftorc.
One more, mon: welcome makes my number more :
At my poore houfe, looke to behold this night.
Earth treading flarres, that make darke heauen light.
Such comfort as do lufty young men feele.
When well appareld Jprill on the heele Of limping winter treads, euen fuch delight Among fredi fennell buds fhall you this night Inherit at my houfe, heare all, all fee :
And like her moff, whofe merit mofl: fhall be :
Which 07ie -f more veiw of many, mine being one.
May fland in number though in reckning none.
Come goe with me, goe firrah trudge about.
Through faire Verona, find thofe perfons out,
Whofe names are written there, and to them fay.
My houfe and welcome, on their pleafure fiay. Exit,
Ser. Find them out whofe names are written. Here it is written, that the flioo-maker fliould meddle with his yard, and the tayler with his lafi:,- the fifher with his penfill, and the painter with his nets. But I am fent to find thofe perfons whofe names are here writ, and can neuer find wliat names the writing perfon hath here writ, (I mufi: to the learned) in good time
Enter Benuolio, and Romeo.
Ben, Tut man one fire burnes out an others burning.
One paine is lefned by an others anguifh:
Turne giddie, and be holpe by backward turning :
One defperate gre^fe, cures with an others languifh :
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Take
OF Romeo and Iuliet^
Take thou fome new infe<ftion to the eye.
And the rank poyfon of the old wil die.
Romeo. Your plantan leafe is excellent for that.
Ben. For what I pray thee ?
Romeo. For your broken fhin.
Ben. Why Romeo art thou mad ?
Rom. Not mad but bound more then a mad man is :
Shut vp in prifon, kept without my foode,
Whipt and tormented ; and godden good fellow,
Ser. Godgigoden, I pray hr can you read ?
Rom. I mine owne fortune in ray miferie.
Ser. Perhaps you haue learned it without booke :
But I pray can you read any thing you fee ?
Rom. I if I know the letters and the language.
Ser. Ye fay honeflly, reft you merry.
Rom. Stay fellow, I can read.
He reades the letter. ,
Seigneur Martino, and his 'wife and daughters : comity An* felme and his beautious fjiers : the ladie widdow of Vtruuio, feigneur Placentio, and his lonely neeces : Mercutio and his bro- ther Valentine : mine vncle Capulet his 'wife and daughters : my faire neece Rofaline, Liuia, feigneur Valentio, and his cofen Tybalt : Lucio and the liuely Helena.
A faire alfembly, whither ftiould they come I Ser. Vp.
Ro. Whither to fupper,
Ser. To our houfe.
Ro. Whofe houfe ?
Ser. My maifters.
Ro. Indeede I fhould haue askt you that before.
Ser. Now He tell you without asking. My maifter is the great rich Capulet, and if you be not of the houfe of Moun^
tagueSy
The most lamentable Tragedie
t agues y I pray come and crufli a cup of wine. Reft you merry.
Ben. At this fame auncient feaft of CapuktSy Sups the faire Rofalm'e whom thou fo hues : f With all the admired beauties of Veronay Goe thither and with vnattainted eye,
Compare her face with fome that I (hall fhew,
And I will make the thinke thy fwan a crow.
Ro, When the deuout religion of mine eye,
Maintaines fuch falfhood, then turne teares to'fier:
And thefe who often drownd, could neuer die,
Tranfparent hereticques be burnt for Hers.
One fairer then my loue ? the all feeing fun Nere faw her match, Hnce firft the world begun.
Ben. Tut you faw her faire none elfe being by,
Her felfe poyfde with her felfe in either eye :
But in that chriftall fcales let there be waid,
Your ladies loue againft fome other maid.
That I will fhew you fhining at this feaft,
And fhe (hall fcant ftiew well, that now Ihewes beft.
Ro. He goe along no fuch fight to be ftiowne.
But to reioyce in fplendor of mine owne.
Enter Capulets 'wife and Nurfe.
Wife. Nurfe wher’s my daughter ? call her forth to me. Nurfe. Now by my maidenhead, at tvvelue yeare old I bad her come, what lamb, what ladi-bird, God forbid, Wheres this girle ? what , I
Enter luliet.
Juliet. How now '^ho calls ?
I^ur. Your mother.
lull
•j- loucjl * had.
OF Romeo and Iuliet.’
hili. Madam I am here, what is your will ?
Wife, This is the matter. Niirfe giue leaiie a while, wee miifl: talke in fecret. Nurfe come backe againe, I haue re- membred me, thou’fe heare our counfdl. Thou knoweft my daughters of a prety age.
Nurfe. Faith I can tell her age vnto an houre.
Wife. Shecs not fourteene.
Nurfe. He lay fourteene of my teeth, and yet to my teene be it fpoken, I haue but foure, fhees not fourteene.
How long is it now to Lammas -tide P
Wife. A fortnight a -d odde dayes.
Nurfe. Euen or odd, of all dales in the yeare come Lam- mas eue at night fliali flie be fourteene. Sufan and flie, God reft' all chrilfian fouls, were of an age. Well Si fan is with God (hee w^as to good for mee. But as I faid on Lammas eue at night fhall fliee bee fourteene, that * fliall Ihee marrie,’ I remember it well. Tis fmee the earth-quake now eleuen yeares, and fhe was weand I neuer fhall forget it, of all the dales of the yeare vpon that day ; for I had then laid worme- wood to my dug fitting in the funne vnder the douehoufe wall. My lord and you were then at Mantua, nay I doe beare a braine. But as I faide, when it did taft the worme- wood on the nipple of my dugge, and felt it bitter, pretty foole, to fee it teachie and fall out with the dugge, Shake quoth the doue-houfe, twas no needc I trow to bid mee trudge : and fince that time it is a leuen yeares, for then Ihe could Hand a lone, nay bi’th roode flie could haue runne and wad- led all about : for euen the day before fhe broke her brow, and then my hufband, God bee with his foule, a was a merrie man, tooke vp the child, yea quoth hee, doefl thou fall vpon thy face ? thou wilt fall backeward when thou hafl more wit, wilt thou not lule ? and by my holydam, the pretty wretch J,eft crying, and faid I : to fee now how a left lhall come
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about.
The most lamentable Tragedie .
about. I warrant, and I fliall Hue a thoufand yeares, I ne- uer (hould forget it : wilt thou not lule quoth he : and pretty foole it Hinted, and faid I.
Old La. Inough of this, I pray thee hold thy peace.
Niirfe. Yes madam, yet I cannot chufe but laugh, to thinke it (hould leaue crying and fay I : and yet I warrant it had vpon * it brow, a bompe as big as a yong cockrels Hone ? a perilous knock, and it cryed bitterly. Yea quoth my huH)and, fallH vpon thy face, thou wilt fall backward when thou commeH to age : wilt thou not Iiile F It Hinted, and faid I.
Jiili. And Hint thon too, I pray thee nurfe, fay I.
Nurfe, Peace I haue done : God marke thee too his grace, thou waH the prettieH babe that ere I nurH, and I might liue to fee thee marjied once. I haue my wiHi.
Old La. Marry that marry is the very theame I came to talke of, tell me daughter Juliet,
How Hands your difpofitions to be married ?
Mi. It is an houre that I dreame not of.
Nurfe. An houre, were not I thine onely nurfe, I would fay thou hadH fuckt || wifedome from thy -teat.
Old La. Well think of marriage now, yonger then you Yicx&m Verotia, ladies of eHeeme,
Are made already mothers by my count.
I was your mother, much vpon thefe yeares That you are now a maide, thus then in briefe :
The valiant Paris feekes you for his loue.
Nurfe. A man young lady, lady, fuch a man as all the world, Why hees a man of waxe.
Old La. Veronas fummer hath not fuch a flower.
Nurfe. Nay hees a flower, in faith a very flower.
Old La. What fay you, can you loue the gentleman ^ - This night you (hall behold him at our feaH,
Kead ore the volume of young Paris face,
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, . OF Romeo AND luLiETi
And find delight, writ there with beauties pen,
Examine euery fenerall liniament,
* And fee how one an other lends content :
And what obfeurde in this faire volume lies.
Find written in the margeant of his eyes.
This precious booke of loue, this vnbound louer, ^
To beautifie him, onely lacks a couer.
The fifh hues in the fea, and.tis much pride For faire without, the faire within to hide :
That booke in manies * eyes doth fhare the glorie,
That in gold clafpes, locks in the golden ftorie :
So (hall you fliare all that he doth poflefTe,
By hauing him, making your felfe no lefTe.
Nur/e. No lefle nay bigger women grow by men.
Old La. Speake briefly can you like of Paris loue ?
Itdi. He looke to like, if looking liking moiie.
But no more deepe will I endart mine eye Then your confent giues flrength to make fly.
Enter feruing.
Seriiing. Maddam, the guefls are come, fupper feru’d vp, you cald, my young lady aflet for, the nurfe curfl: in the pantrie, and euery thing in extremitie : I mull: hence to wait, I be- feech you follow flraight.
Mo. We follow thee, luliet the countie flaies.
Nurfe. Goe gyrle, feeke happie nights to happie dayes.
Exeunt,
Enter Romeo, Mercutio, Benuolio, nvlth flue or fixe other maflerSy torch bearers.
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Romeo. What fliall this fpeech be fpoke for our excufe ?
Or fhall we on without apologie ?
* many.
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The most lamentable Tragedie
Ben, The dare is out of fuch prolix! tie,
Weele haue no Cupid, hud winckt with a (karfe,
Bearing a Tartars painted bow of lath,
Skaring the ladies like a crow-keeper.
But let them meafure vs by what they will,
Weele meafure them a meafure and be gone.
Rom. Giue me a torch, I am not for this ambling. Being but heauy I will beare the light.
Mercu. Nay gentle Romeo, we muft haue you dance.
Ro. Not I beleeue me, you haue dancing fhopes With nimble foies, I haue a foule of lead .
So flakes me to the ground I cannot moue.
Mer. You are a louer, borrow Cupids wings.
And fore with them aboue a common bound.
Romeo. I am too fore enpearced with his fhaft.
To foare with his light fethers, and fo b9und,
I cannot bound a pitch aboue dull woe,
Vnder loues heauy burthen doe I finke.
Horatio. And to finke in it fhould you burthen louc. Too great oppreflion for a tender thing. »
Romeo. Is loue a tender thing t it is too rough.
Too rude, too boyflerous, and it pricks like thorne.
Mer. If loue be rough with you be rough with loue Prick loue for pricking, and you beat loue downe,
Giue me a cafe to put my vifage in,
A vifor for a vifor, what care I
What curious eye doth quote deformities :
Here are the beetle browes fliall blufh for me.
Ben. Come knocke and enter, and no fooner in.
But euery man betakes * him to his legs,
Ro. A torch for me, let wantons light of heart Tickle the fenceleffe rufhes with their heeles :
For I am prouerbd with a graunfirc phrafe,
» biUkt,
He
OF Romeo and Ioliet.
lie be a candle-holder and looke on,
The game was nere fo faire, and I am dun.
Mer. Tut, duns the moufe, the conhables owne word If thou art dun, weele draw thee from the mire Or faue you reuerence lone, wherein thou ftickefl Vp to the eares, come we burne day-light ho.
Rom. Nay * thats not fo.
Mer. I meane fir in delay
, We waft our lights in vaine, lights lights by day ;
Take our good meaning, for our iudgement fits Fiue times in that, ere once in our fine wits.
Rom. And we meane well in going to this mafke,
But tis no wit to go.
Mer. Why may one aflte ?
Rom, I dreampt a dreame to night. ^
Mer. And fo did I.
Rom. Well what was yours ?
Mer. That dreamers often lye.
Ro. In bed a fieepe while they doe dreame things true."
Mer. O then I fee queene Mab hath beene witft you :
She is the fairies midwife, and fhee comes in fhape no bigger the an agat flone, on the forefinger of an alderman, drawne with a teeme of little atomies, ouer mens nofes as they lie afleepe : her waggon fpokes made of long fpinners legs : the couer of the wings of grafhoppers, her traces of the fmallefl fpider f web, her coders of the moonfhines watry beames, her whip of crickets bone, the lafli of philome, her waggoner, a fmall gray coated gnat, not halfe fo bigge as a round little worme, prickt from the lazie finger of a man. Her chariot is aa emptie hafel nut, made by the ioyner fquirrel or old grub, time out a t mind, the faries coachmakers : and in this flate fhe gallops night by night, throgh louers brains, and then they
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The most lamentable Tra.gedie
dream of loue. On courtiers knees, that drcame on curfies ffrait, ore lawyers fingers who flrait dreame on fees, ore ladies lips who ffraight on kiffes dreame, which oft the angry Mah with bliffers plagues, becaufe their breath with fweete meats tainted are. Sometime flie gallops ore a courtiers nofe, and then dreame * he of fmelling out a fute : and fometime comes fhee with a tit h pigs tale, tickling a parfos nofe as a lies a fleepe, the he dreams of another benefice. Somtime file driu- cth ore a fouldiers neck, and then dreames he of cutting for- raine throats, of breaches, ambufeados, Spanijh blades ; of healths fine fiidome deepe, and then anon drums in his eare, at which he fiartes and wakes, and being thus frighted, fweares a prayer or two and fleepes againe ; this is that very Mah thq.t plats the manes of horfes in the night : and bakes the elklockst in foule fluttifh haires, which once vntangled, much misfor- tune bodes.
This is the hag, when maides lie on their backs.
That prelTes them, and learnes them firfl; to beare,
Making them women of good carriage :
This is fhe.4»
Romeo. Peace, peace, Mercutio peace.
Thou talkfi: of nothing.
' Merc. True, I talke of dreames :
Which are the children of an idle braine,
Begot of nothing but vaine phantafie :
Which is as thin of fubfiance as the ay re.
And more inconfiant then the wind, who wooes Euen now the frozen bofome of the north :
And being angerd pufFes away from thence.
Turning his fide to the dew dropping fouth.
Ben. This wind you talke of, blowes vs from ourfclues. Supper is done, and we fiiall come too late.
Ro. I feare too early, for my mind mifgiucs,
• dreames. dfockn.
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OF Romeo and Iuliet.
Some confequence yet hanging in the ftarres.
Shall bitterly begin his fearefull date With this nights reuels, and expire the terme Of a defpifed life clofde in my breft :
By fome vile forfeit of vntimely death.
But he that hath the Jiirrage f of my courfe,
Dire6l my fute ; on iuflie gentlemen.
Ben. Strike drum.
They march about the Jiage, and feruingmen come forth ’with
napkins.
Enter Romeo.
Ser. Wheres Potpan that he helpes not to take away ?
He diift a trencher, he fcrape a trencher ?
1 . When good manners (hall lie all in one or two mens hands, and they vnwafht too, tis a foule thing.
Ser. Away with the loyiiRooIes, remoue the court cubbert, looke to the plate, good thou, faue mee a peece of marchpano, and as thou loues mee, let the porter let in Sufan Grindjione, and Nell^ Anthonie and Potpan.
2. I boy readie.
Ser. You are lookt for, and cald for, a(kt for, and fought for in the great chamber.
3. We cannot be here and there too, chearely boyes.
Be brilk a while, and the longer liuer take all. Exeunt*
)
Enter all the guefls and gentlewomen to the maskers.
I. Capu. Welcome gentlemen, ladles that haue their toes Vnplagued with comes, will walke about with you :
Ah my midrefTes, which of you all
Will now deny to dance, (he that makes dainty,
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The most lamentable Tragedie
She He fwcare hath corncs : am I come neare ye now ? Welcome gentlemen, I hauc fecne the day That I haue worne a vifor and could tell A whifpering tale in a faire ladies earc :
Such as would pleafe : tis gone, tis gone, tis gone.
You are welcome gentlemen, come mufitians play :
Muficke plaies, and they dance.
A hall, a hall, giue roome, and foote it girles,
More light you knaues, and turne the tables vp :
And quench the her, the roome is growne too hot.
Ah firrah, this vnlookt for fport comes well ;
Nay fit, nay fit, good cozin Capulety For you and I are paft our dauncing dales :
How long ifl: now fince lafi your felfe and I Were in a mafke ?
2. Capu. Berlady thirty yeares.
1 Capu. What man tis not fo much, tis not fo much,
Tis fince the nuptiall of Lucientio,
Come Pentycofi: as quickly as it will.
Some fine and twenty yeares, and then we mafkt.
2 Capu. Tis more, tis more, his fonne is elder fir ^
His fonne is thirty.
I Capu. Will you tell me that ?
His fonne was but a ward two yeares agoe.
Ro. What ladle is that which doth in rich the hand Of yonder knight ?
Ser. I know not fir.
Ro. O (he doth teach the torches to burne bright ; .
It feemes file hangs vpon the cheeke of night.
As a rich iewel in an JEthiops eare.
Beauty too rich for vfe, for earth too deare :
So fiiewes a fnowie doue trooping with crowes,
As yonder lady ore her fellowes fhpwes :
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OF Romeo and Iuliet.
The meafure done, He watch her place of Hand,
And touching hers, make blefled my rude hand.
Did my heart loue till now, forfweare it fight.
For I nere faw true beauty till this night,
Tib. This by his voice, fliould be a Mount ague.
Fetch me my rapier boy, what dares the flaue Come hether couerd with an antique face.
To fleere and fcorne at our folemnitie ?
Now by the Hocke and honour of my kin,
To Hrike him dead I hold it not a fin.
Ca^u. Why how now kinfman wherefore Horme you fo ? Tib. Vncle this is a Mount ague our foe :
A villaine that is hither come in fpight.
To fcorne at our folemnitie this night.
Capu. Young Romeo is it.
Tib, Tis he, that villaine Rjomeo.
Capu. Content thee gentle coze, let him alone,
A beares him like a portly gentleman ;
And to fay truth, Verona brags of him.
To be a vertuous and well gouernd youth,
I would not for the welth of all this towne, >
Here in my houfe doe him difparagement :
Therefore be patient, take no note of him.
It is my will, the which if thou refpedf.
Shew a faire prefence, and put off thefe frownes,
An ill befeeming femblance for a feaft.
Tib, It fits when fuch a villaine is a gueH,
He not endure him.
Capu, He fhall be endured.
What goodman boy, I fay he fhall, go too.
Am I the maifler here or you ? go too,
Youle not endure him, God fhall mend my foule,
Youle make a mutinie among my guefls :
You will fet cock a hoope, youle be the man,
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The most lamentable Tragedie
77. Why vncle, tis a fhame.
Capu. Go too, go too,
You are a fawcy boy, ifl fo Indeed ?
This tricke may chance to fcath 3’ou I know what, ,
You mufl: contrary me, marry tis time,
Well faid my hearts, you are a princox, goe.
Be quiet, or more light j more light for Jhame, *
He make you quiet (what) chearely my hearts.
Ti. Patience perforce, with willfull cholcr meeting.
Makes my flefh tiemble in their different greeting :
I will withdraw but this intrufion fhal
Now feeming fweete, conuert to bitter gall. Exit,
Ro. If 1 prophane with my vnworthicft hand.
This holy fhrine, the gentle fin is this,
, My lips two blulliing pylgrims did | ready Hand,
To fmooth that rough touch with a tender kiffe.
III. Good pilgrime you do wrong your hand too much Which mannerly deuction fliewes in this,
For faints haue hands, that pilgrims hands doe tuch.
And palme to palme is holy palmers kiffe.
Ro. Haue not faints lips and holy palmers too ? luH. I pilgrim, lips that they muft vfe in prayer. ' '
Rom. 0 then deare faint, let lips doe what hands doe.
They pray (grant thou) leafl faith turne'to difpaire. ' '
Ju. .Saints doc not moue, though grant for prayers fake,
Ro. Then moue not while my prayers eifefl I take.
Thus from my lips, by thine my fin h purgd;
III. Then haue my lips the fin that they haue tooke,
Ro. Sin from my lips, O trefpas fweetly vrgd : ” ’ ' '
Glue me my fm againeV ^
Juli. You kiffe bith booke.
Nur. Madam your mother craues a word with you.
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’ Rom.
OF Romeo and Iuliet,
Rom. What is her mother ?
Nurf. Marrie batcheler.
Her mother is the lady of the houfe.
And a good ladie, and a wife and vertuous,
I nurft her daughter that you talkt withall ;
I tell 5!ou, he that can lay hold of her.
Shall haue thechincks.
Rom. Is Ihe a Capiilet ?
0 deare account ! my life is my foes debt.
Ben. Away, be gone, the fport is at the beft.
Rom. I fo I feare, the more is my vnreff.
Capu. Nay gentlemen prepare not to be gone,
We haue a trifling foolifh banquet towards ;
Is it ene fo ? why then I thanke you all.
1 thanke you honefl gentlemen, good night :
More torches here, come on, then lets to bed.
Ah firrah, by my faie it waxes late.
He to my reft.
lull. Come hither nurfe, what is yond gentleman ?
Nurf. The fonne and heire of old Tyberio.
lull. Whats he that now is going out of f doore ?
V Nur. Marrie that I thinke be young Petruchio.
lull. Whats he that follows here that would not dance Nurf I know not.
lull. Go afke his name, if he be married.
My graue is like to be my wedding bed.
Nurf. His name is Romeo, and a Mountague,
The onely fonne of your great enemie.
lul. My onely loue fprung from my onely hate.
Too early feene, vnknowne, and knowne too late. Prodigious birth of loue it is to mee,
That I muft loue a loathed enemie. .
Nurf, Whats tis \ whats tis ?
The most lamentable Tragedie
lu, A rime I leart euen now Of one I danfl withall.
One cals within luliet,
Nurf, Anon, anon :
Come lets away, the (liangers all are gone,
Chorus,
Now old defire doth in his deathbed lie,
And yong affeffion gapes to be his heire.
That faire for which loue gron’de for * and With tender Juliet matcht, is now not faire.
Now J^omco isbeloued, and loues againe,
A like bewitched by the charme of lookes :
But to his foe fuppofdehe muft complaine.
And Ihe fteale loues fweet bait from fearefull Being held a foe, he may not haue accelTe To breath fuch vowes as louers vfe to fweare,
And fhe as much in loue, her meanes much lefle,
To meete her new beloued any where :
But pallion lends them power, time meanes to meete. Tempring extremities with extreame fweete.
Enter Romeo alone,
Rom. Can I goe forward when my heart is here,
Turne backe dull earth and find thy center out.
Enter Benuolio, with Mercutio.
Ben. Romeo y my cozen Romeo ^ Romeo.
- Mer. He is wife, and on my life hath ftolne him home to bed.
Ben. He ran this way and leapt this orchard wall.
Exeunt.
would die.
hookes :
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Call
OF Romeo and Iuliet#
Call good Mercutio :
Nay He cbniure too.
Mer, Romeo ^ humours, madman, paffion louer,
Appeare thou in the likenefTe of a figh,
Speake but one rime and 1 am fatisfied :
Cry but ay me, prouaunt, but loue and day^ *
Speake to my gofhip Vemu one faire word.
One nickname for f her purblind fonne and her §,
Young Abraham : Cupid he that ihot fo true.
When king Cophetua lou’d the begger maid.
Kc heareth not, he ftriueth f not, he mcueth not.
The ape is dead, and I muft coniure him,
Iconiure the by Rofalines bright eyes.
By her high forehead, and her fcarlet lip.
By her fine foote, firaigbt leg, and quiuering thigh.
And the demeanes, that there adiacent lie.
That in thy likenefTe thou appeare to vs.
Ben. And if he hearethee thou wilt anger him.
Mer. This cannot anger him, t’would anger him To raife a fpirit in his miftrefie circle,
Of fome ftrange nature, letting it there Band Till (he had laide it, and ccniured it downe.
That were fome fpight.
My inuocation is faire and honefl, and in his mlflrefle name, I coniure onely but to raife vp him.
Ben. Come, he hath hid himfelfe among thefe trees To be confortcd with the humerous night :
Blind is his lone, and befi; befits the darke.
Mer. If loue be blind, loue cannot hit the marke.
Now will he fit vndcr a raedler tree,
And wifh his mifireiTe were that kinde of fruite.
As maides call medlers when they laugh alone,
O Romeo that fhe were, O that fhe were
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Ah
§ heire.
J ftirrttb.
The most' lamentable Tra’gedie
An open, or thou * a poprin peare.
Romeo goodnight lie to my truccle bed.
This field-bed is to cold for me to fleepe,
Come (hall we goe I
Ben, Go then, for tis in vaine to feeke him here That meanes not to be found. Exit,
Ro, He ieafts at fcarres that neuer felt a wound,
Eut foft, what light through yonder windowe breaks ?
It is the eafi:, and luliei is thefunne.
Arife faire fun and kill the enuious moone.
Who is already ficke and pale with griefe.
That thou her maid art far more faire then flic : f
Be not her maid fince fhe is enuious.
Her veflal liuery is but ficke and greene.
And none but fooles doe weare it, caft it off:
It is my lady, O it is my loue, O that flie knew flie were. She fpeakes yet fhe fayes nothing, what of that ?
Her eye difeourfes, I will anfwere it :
1 am too bold tis not to me flie fpeakes :
Two of the fairefl: flarres in all the heauen,
Hauing fome bufines do entreat her eyes,
"To twinckle in their fpheres till they returne.
What if her eyes were there, they in her head.
The brightnefle of her cheeke would fhame thofe flarres.
As day-light doth a lampe, her eye in heauen.
Would through the ayrie region ftreame fo bright.
That birds would fing, and thinke it were not night :
See how flie leanes her cheeke vpon her hand. '■
O that I were a gloue vpon that hand.
That I might touch that cheeke.
Jiili. Ay me Rom, She fpeakes.
Oh fpeake againe bright angell, for thou art As glorious to this night being ore my head,
J' *■ and CiCttray and thou.
As
OF Romeo and Iuliet.
As is a winged mefTenger of heauen Vnto the white vpturned. wondring eyes.
Of mortalls that fall backe to gaze on him,
When he beftrides the lazie puffing cloudes, , •
And hiiles vpon the bofome of the ayre.
lull, O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo ? Denie thy father and refufe thy name :
Or if thou wilt not, be but fworne my loue,
And He no longer be a CapiilcU
Rom. Shall I hearc more, or fhall I fpeake at this ? lull. Tis but thy name that is my enemy :
Thou art thy felfe, though not a Mountague,
Whats Mountague ? it is nor hand nor foote,
Nor arme nor face, O be fome other name Belonging to a man.
What’s in a name that which we call a rofe.
By any other word would fmell as fweete.
So Romeo would, were he not Romeo cald,
Retaine that deare perfe(5lion which he owes,
Without that title, Romeo doffe thy name, - And for thy name which is no part of thee.
Take all my felfe.
Ro. I take thee at thy word :
Call me but loue, and lie be new baptizde,
Hence forth I neuer will be Romeo.
Mi. What man art thou, that thus befereend In night So ftumbleft on my counfcil I
Ro. By a name, I know not how to tell thee who I am My name deare flint, is hatefull to my felfe,
Becaufe it is an enemy to thee, ^
Had I it written, I would teare the word.
Mi. My eares haue yet not drunke a hundred words Of thy tongues vttering, yet I know the found.
Art thou not Romeo, and a Mountague P
The most lamentable Tragedie
Rom. Neither faire maide, if either thee diflike.
Jii. How camcfl thou hither, tell me, and wherefore ? The orchard walls are high and hard to dimbe.
And the place death, confidering who thou art If any of my kinfmen find thee here.
Ro. With loues light wings did I oreperch thefe walls, For flony limits cannot hold loue out.
And what loue can do, that dares loue attempt :
Therefore thy kinfmen are no flop to me.
lu. If they do fee thee, they will murther thee.
Ro. Alacke there lies more perill in thine eye.
Then twenty of their fwords, looke thou but fweete.
And I am proofe againfi: their enmity.
lu. I would not for the world they faw thee here.
Rom. I haue nights cloake to hide me from their eyes. And but thou loue me, let them find me here My life were better ended by their hate.
Then death proroged wanting of thy loue.
lull. By whofe diredion foundfi: thou out this place ? Ro. By loue that firfi: did promp me to enquire,
He lent me counfell, and I lent him eyes :
I am no pylot, yet wert thou as far
As that vafi: fliore wafiiet with the farthefi fea,
I fhould aduenture for fuch marchandife.
lull. Thou knowefi the maske of night is on my face, Elfe would a maiden blufii bepaint my cheeke.
For that which thou hafl: heard me fpeake to night,
Faine would I dwell on forme, faine, faine, denie What I haue fpoke, but farewell complement.
Doefi: thou loue me ? I know thou wilt fay I :
And I will take thy word, yet if thou fwearfi,
Thou maieft proue falfe, at louers periuries They fay lone laughs, oh gentle Romeoy If thou dofi loue pronounce it faithfully ;
OF Romeo aijd Iuliet.
Or if thou thinkeft I am too quickly wonne.
He frowne and be peruerfe, and fay thee nay.
So thou wilt wooe, but elfe not for the world.
In truth faire Mountague I am too fond :
And therefore thou maieft thinke my behauiour light> But trull: me gentleman. He proue more true.
Then thofe that haue * coying to be Hrange,
I Ihould haue beene more ftrange, I mud: confefTe,
But that thou oner heardll ere I was ware My true hue f palTion, therefore pardon me.
And not impute this yeelding to light loue.
Which the darke night hath fo difcouered.
Ronu Lady, by yonder bleffed moone I vow.
That tips with filuer all thefe fruite tree tops.
III. O fweare not by the moone th’inconflant moone. That monethly changes in her circled orbe.
Lead that thy loue proue likewife variable.
Rom. What fhall I fweare by ? lull. Do not fweare at all :
Or if thou wilt fweare by thy gratious felfe,
Which is the god of my idolatry,
And He beleeue thee.
R(^ If my hearts deare loue.
lu. Well doe not fweare, although I ioy In thee :
I haue no ioy of this contrafl to night.
It is too ralh, too vnaduifde, too fudden.
Too like the lightning which doth ceafe to bee.
Ere, one can fey, it lightens, fweete good night :
This bud of loue by fummers ripening breath.
May proue a beautious flower when next we meete, Goodnight, goodnight, as fweete repofe and red.
Come to thy heart, as that within my bred.
Rq. O wilt thou leaue me fo vnfatisfied ?
* haue mire. 'f hues.
lu.
m
The most lamentable Tragedie III, What ratIsfa(flion canfl thou haue to night ?
Ro, Th’ exchange of thy loues faithfull vow for mine* lu. I gaue thee mine defore thou didfl requefl: it :
And yet I would it were to glue againe.
Ro. Wouldft thou withdraw it, for what purpofe loue ? lu. But to be franke and giue it thee againe,
And yet I wifli’but for the thing I haue,
My bounty is as boundleffe as the fea.
My loue as deepe, the more I giue to thee The more I haue, for both are infinite :
I heare fome noyfe within, deare loue adue i Anon good nurfe, fweete Mountagiie be true :
Stay but a little, I will come againe.
Ro. O bleffed bleffed night, I am afeard Being in night, all this is but a dreame,
Too flattering fweet to be fubflantiall.
lu. Three words deare Romeo, and good night indeed^
If that thy bent of lone be honorable.
Thy purpofe marriage, fend me word to morrow.
By one that He procure to come to thee.
Where and what time thoti wilt performe the right, *
And all my fortunes at thy foote He lay.
And follow thee my L § throughout the world.
Madam*
I come, anon : but if thou meaneft not well.
Madam.
I doe befeech thee (by and by I come)
To ceafe ihyjirife f and leaue me to my griefe,
To morrow will I fend.
Ro. So thriue my foule. , .
III. A thoufmd times good night*
Ro. A thoufand times the worfe to want thy light f Loue goes toward loue as fchoole boyes from their bookes. But loue from loue, toward fchoole with heauy lookes.
OF Romeo and Iuliet.
Enter Iuliet againe.
III. Hlfl; Romeo hlft, O for a falkners voice,
To lure this talfel gentle backe againe,
Bondage is hoarfe, and may not fpeake.aloude,
Elfe would I teare the caue where eccho lies.
And make her ayry tongue more hoarfe, then *
With repetition of my Romeo,
Ro. It is my Joule J that calls vpon my name.
How Iiluer fweet, found louers tongues by night.
Like fofteft muficke to attending eares.
III. Romeo,
I Rom. My neece.§
lul. What a clock to morrow Shall I fend to thee ?
Ro. By the houre of nine.
lull. I will not faile, tis twenty yeares till then,
I haue forgot why I did call thee backe.
Ro. Let me Band here till thou remember it. liili. I (hall forget, to haue the Bill Band there, Remembring how I lone thy company.
Ro. And He Bill Bay, to haue thee Bill forget. Forgetting any other home but this,
lull. Tis almoB morning, I would haue thee gone. And yet no farther then a wantons bird.
That lets it hop a little from his hand.
Like a poore prifoner in his twiBed giues.
And wnth a filken thred plucks it backe againe.
So louing iealous of his liberty.
Rom. I would I were thy bird.
III. Sweet fo would I,
Yet I Biould kill thee with much cheriBiing :
Good night, good night. /
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Ro.
The most lamentable Tragedie
f Ro. Parting is fuch fweete forrovv,
That I rtiall fay goodnight, till it be morrow.
♦ lu. Slecpe dwell vpon thine eyes, peace in thy breaft.
Rom. Would I were fleepe and peace fo fweete to reft
T'he gray eyde morne /miles on the frowning night.
Checkring the eajierne clouds with Jireakes of light.
And darkneffe feckeld like a drunkard reeles,
From forth dayes pathway, made by Titans wheeles.
Hence will I to my ghoftly friers clofe cell.
His helpe to craue, and my deare hap to tell. Exit.
• Enter Frier alone with a basket.
Fri. The grey eyde morne fmiles on the frowning night Checkring the eafterne cloudes with ftreaks of light :
And fleckeld darkneffe like a drunkard reeles,
From forth dales path, and Titans burning wheeles :
Now ere the fun aduance his burning eye.
The day to cheere, and nights diinke dew to dry,
I muft vpfill this ofier cage of ours, •
With baleful! weedes, and precious iuiced flowers.
The earth that’s natures mother is f her tombe.
What is her burying graue, that is her wombe :
And from her wombe children of diuers kind We fucking on her natu rail bofome find :
Many for many vertues excellent :
None but for fome, and 5^et all different.
O mickle is the powerfull grace that lies In plants, hearbs, ftones, and their true qualities ;
For nought fq vile, that on the earth doth line.
But to the earth fome fpecial good doth giue : ' '
•j- Thefe two lines, ip the edition of 1637, added to the foregoing fpeech.
* This l:ne is likewife added to the following fpeech, into which four lines of the flier’s have crept, through a blunder of the printer, and are dillinguilhe-d by itallcks.
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OF Romeo and Iuliet.'
Nor ought fo good, but flraind from that faire vfe,
Reuolts from true birth, tumbling on abufe.
Vertue it felfe turnes vice being mifapplied,
And vice fometime by adlion dignified.
Enter Romeo.
Within the infant rinde of this weake flower Poyfon hath refidence, and medicine power :
For this being fmelt with that part, cheares each part.
Being tailed flayes all fence * with the heart.
Two fuch oppofed kings encampe them Rill,
In man as well as hearbes, grace and rude will :
And where the worfer is predominant.
Full foone the canker death eates vp that plant.
Ro. Good morrow father.
Fr. Benedicite.
What early tongue fo fv/eete faluteth me ?
Young fonne, it argues a diflempered hed.
So foone to bid goodmorrow to thy bed :
Care keepes his watch in cuery old mans eye,
And where care lodges, fleepe will neuer lye :
But where vnbrufed youth u'ith vnftuft braine Doth couch his lims, there golden fleepe doth raign. Therefore thy earlinefle doth me afTure,
Thou art vproufd with fome diflemprature :
Or if not fo, then here I hit it right.
Our Romeo hath not beene in bed to night.
Ro. That lafl; is true, the fweeter reft was mine.
Frh God pardon fin,' waft thou with Rofaline?
Rom. With Rofaline, my ghoftly father no,
I haue forgot that name, and that names woe. ^
Fri. Thats my good fon, but where haft thou beene then ? Ro. He tell thee ere thou aflce it me agen ;
* fenfes, . '
Ha I haue
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The most lamentable Tragedie
I haue beene feafting with mine enemie,
Wher on a fudden one hath wounded me :
Thats by me wounded, both our remedies Within thy helpe and holy phificke lies :
I beare no hatred bleflTed man : for loe My intercelTion likewife fleads my foe.
Fri. Be plaine good fonne and homely in thy drift, Ridling confeflion, findes but ridling fhrift.
Rom. Then plainely know my harts deare loue is fet On the faire daughter of rich Capulet :
As mine on hers, fo hers is fet on mine
And all combind, faue what thou mull: combine
By holy marriage : when and where, and how.
We met, we wooed, and made exchange of vow :
He tell thee as we palle, but this I pray.
That thou confent to marrie vs to-day,
Fri. Holy S. Francis what a change is here ?
Is Rofaline that thou didfl loue fo deare,
So foone forfaken ? young mens loue then lies Not truely in their hearts, but in their eyes. lefu Maria, what a deale of brine Hath walht thy fallow cheekes for Rofaline ?
How much fait water throwne away in wall.
To feafon loue that of it doth not tad.
The fun not yet thy fighes, from heauen cleares Thy old grones yet ringing * m my \ auncient eares : Lo here vpon thy cheeke the flaine doth fit,
Of an old teare that is not wafht off yet.
If ere thou wall thy felfe, and thefe woes thine,
Thou and thefe woes, were all iov Rofaline.
And art thou chang’d ? pronounce this fentence then, Women may fall, when thers no firength in men.
OF Romeo and Juliet.
Ro. Thou chidfl me oft for loulng Rofaline,
Fri, For doting, not for l6uing pupill mine.
^ Ro. And badfl: me bury loue.
Fru Not in a grane,
To lay one in, an other out to haue.
Ro. I pray thee chide me not, her I loue now Doth grace for grace, and loue for loue alow :
The other did not fo.
Fri. O (he knew well,
Thy loue did read by rote, that could not fpell :
But come young wauerer, como '* goe with me, '
In one refpe(fl He thy affiflant be :
For this alliance may fo happy proue.
To turne your hou (holds rancor to pure loue.
Rom. O let vs hence, I Band on fuddenhall:.
Fri. Wifely and Bow, they Bumble that run faB,
Exeunt.
Enter Benuolio a?id Mercutio.
Merc. Where the deu’le flionld this Romeo be ? came hee not home to night ?
Ben. Not to his fathers, I fpoke with his man.
Mer. Why that fame pale hard hearted wench, Rofaline torments him fo, that he will fure run mad.
Ben. Tibalty the kinfman to old Capuletf hath fent a letter to his fathers houfe.
Mer. A challenge on my life.
Ben. Romeo will anfwere It.
Mer. Any man that can write may anfwere a letter.
Ben. Nay, he will anfwere the letters maiBer how he dares being dared.
Mer. Alas poore Romeo ^ hee is already dead, Bab’d with ^ white wenches blacke eye, runne through the eare with a loug
* come and.
H 3 fong,
The most lamentable Tragedie
fon^, tlie very pinne of his heart, cleft with the blindc bowe- boyes biit-niaft, and is hce a man to encounter Tibalt ? .
Rom. Why what is Tibalt F
Mer. More then prince of cats. Oh hees the coiiragious captaine of complements: he fights as you fing prickfong, keeps time diflance and proportion, he refls his minum reds, one two and the third in your bofome : the very butcher of a filke button a duaHH: a dualifl, a gentleman of the very flrfl: houfe of the firfl and fecond caufe, ah the immortall paflado, the punto reuerfo, the hay.
Ben. The what ?
Mer. The pox of fuch antique lifping afFe<n:ing phanta- cies, thefe new tuners of accent * : by lefu a very good blade, a- very tall man, a very good whore. Why is not this a la- mentable thing grandfiry f that we fliould be thus affliffed with thefe flrange flies : thefe fafhion-mongers, thefe pardon J mees, who fland fo much on the new forme, that they can not fit at eafe on the old bench. O their bones, their bones.
Enter Romeo.
Ben. Here comes Romeo ^ here comes Romeo,
Mer. Without his roe, like a dryed hering, O flefh, flefh, how art thou filhified ? now is he for the nubers that Pe- trarch flowed in : Laura io his lady, was a kitchin wench, marrie flie had a better loue to berime her: Dido a dowdie, Cleopatra a gipfie, Hellen and H,ero^ hildings and harlots : Thi/lne a grey eie or fo, but not to the purpofe. SAgmov Romeo bon ieiir, theres a French falutation to your French flop : you gaue vs the counterfeit fairely laft night.
Rom. Good morrow to you both, what counterfeit did I glue you ?
Mer. The flip fir, the flip, can you not conceiue ?
* accents, ^ grand -fire, \ pardona-.
OF Romeo and Iuliet;
Romeo. Pardon good Mercutioy my bufinefTe was great, and in fuch a cafe as mine, a man may ftraine curtefie.
M'er, That as much as to fay, fuch a cafe as yours con- ftralns a man to bow in the hams.
Romeo. Meaning to curfie.
Mer. Thou haft moft kindly hit it.
Rom. A moft curteous expofition.
Mer* Nay I am the very pincke of curtefie :
Romeo. Pinck for flower.
Mer. Right,
Rom. Why then is my pump well flowered.
Mer. Sure wit, follow me this ieaft, now till thou haft worne out thy pump, that when the Angle foie of it is worne, the ieaft may remaine after the wearing, foly Angular.
Ro. O Angle folde ieaft, foly Angular for the AnglenefTe,
Mer. Come betweene vs good BenuoUo, my 'ivits * faints.
Ro. Swits and fpurs, fwits and fpurs, or He crie a match.
Mer. Nay, if our wits run the wild goofe chafe, I am done : for thou haft more of the wild goofean one of thy wits, then I am fure I haue in my whole Aue. Was I with you there for the goofe ?
Ro. Thou waft neuer with mee for any thing, when thou waft not there for the goofe.
Mer. I will bite thee by the eare for that ieaft.
- Ro. Nay good goofe bite not.
Tlf^r.Thy wit is a very bitter fweting, it is a moft fliarp fawce.
Ro. And is it not well feru’d in to a fweet goofe ?
Mer. Oh here’s a wit of cheuerell, that ftretches from an ynch narrow, to an ell broad.
Ro. I ftretch it out for that word, broad, which added to the goofe, proues thee farre and wide, a broad goofe.
Mer. Why is not this better now, then groning for loue,
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The most lamentable Tracedie
now art thou foclable, now art thou Romeo : now art thou what thou art, by art as well as by nature, for this driueling loue is like a great naturall, that runs lolling vp and downc to hide his bable in a hole.
JBen. Stop there, flop there.
A^er, Thou deli reft me to flop In my tale againft the halre^ Ben^ Thou wouldft elfe haue made thy tale large.
Mer. O thou art deceiu’d, I would haue made it ftiort, for I was come to the whole depth of my tale, and meant indeed to occupie the argument no longer.
Enter Nurfe and her man^
Ro, Heres goodly geare.
A fayle, a fayle.
' Mer, Two, two, a ftiirt and a fmocke.
Nur, Peter :
Peter. Anon.
Nur. My fan Peter.
Mer. Good Peter to hide her face, for her fans the fairer face.
Nurf. Cod ye good morrow gentlemen.
Mer. God ye gooden faire gentlewoman.
JSur. Is it good den ?
Mer. Tis no le/Te I tell you, for the bawdy hand of the dyall is now vpon the pricke of noone.
Nur. Out vpon you, what a man are you ? ,
Ro. One gentiewoma, that God hath made, himfelfe to mar.
Nur. By my troth it is well faid, for himfelfe to mar quath a : getleme ca any of you tel me wher I may find the yong Romeo ?
Ro. I can tell you, but young Romeo will be older when you haue found him, then he was when you fought him : I am the youngeft of that name, for fault of a worfe.
Nur.
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OF Romeo and Iuliet.
JVur. You fay well.
Mer. Yeaistheworflwel, very wel took,ifaith, wifely, wifely.
JVur. If j/ou * be he fir, I defire fome confidence with you.
Ben, She will endite him to fome fupper.
Mer. A baud, a baud, a baud. So ho.
Ro. What haft thou found ?
Mer, No hare ftr, vnlefte a hare fir in a lenten pie, that is fomething ftale and hoare ere it be fpent.
An old hare hoare, and an old hare hoare is very good meat in lent.
But a hare that Is hore f ,is too much for a fcore, when it hares J ere it be fpent,
Romeo will you come to your fathers ? weele to dinner thither,
Ro, I will follow you.
Mer, Farewell auncient lady, farev/ell lady, lady, lady.
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Nur, I pray you fir, v;hat fawcie merchant was this that was fo full of his roperie ?
Romeo. A gentleman nurfe, that loues to heare himfelfe talke, and will fpeake more in a minjjte, then he will ftand to In a moneth.
Nur, And a fpeake any thing againft me. He take him down, and a were luftier then he is, and twentie fuch lacks : and if I cannot, He finde thofe that fliall: fcuruie knaue, I am none of his flurt gils, I am none of his fkaines mates, and thou muft ftand by too and fufPer euery knaue to vfe mee at his pleafure.
Pet, I faw no man vfe you at his pleafure : if I had, my weapon fhould quickly haue been out, I warrant you, I dare draw aftbone as another man, if I fee occafion in a good quar” rell, and the law on my fide.
Nur, Now afore God, I am fo vext, that euery part about me quiuers, fkuruy knaue : pray you fir a word : and as I
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told yon, my young lady bid me enquire you out, what (he bid me fay, I will keepe to my felfe ; but firft let me tell ye, if ye fliould leade her in a fooles paradife, as they fay it were a very grolTe kind of behauiour as they fay : for the gentlewoman is yong : and therefore, if you Ihould deale double with her, truely it were an ill thing to be offered to any gentlewoman, and very weake dealing.
. Rom. Nurfe commend me to thy lady and miftriffe, I proteft vnto thee.
iVwr. Good heart, and yfaith I will tell her. as much : lord, lord (lie will bee a ioyfull woman.
What wilt thou tell her nurfe? thou doefl not markerae? Nar. I will tell her fir, that you doe proteft, which as I take it, is a gentlemanlike' offer.
Rom. Bid her deuife fome meanes to come to fhiift this af- ternoone.
And there (lie fhall at frier La-jorence cell Be fhriued and married : here is for thy paines.
Nur. No truly fir not a penny.
Rom. Go too, I fay you fhall.
Nur. This afternoone fir, well file fhall be there.
Rom, And flay good nurfe behind the abbey Wall,
Within this houre my man (liall be with thee.
And bring thee cords made like a tackled* flaire.
Which to the high top gallant of my ioy.
Mu ft be my conuoy in the fecret night.
Farewell be truflie and He quite thy paines :
Farewell, commend me to thy miftrefle.
Nurfe. Now God in heauen blefle thee, harke you hr.
' Ro. What faift thou my deare nurfe ?
Nurfe. Is your man fecret, did you nere here fay, two may keepe counfell putting one away.
Ro. Warrant thee my mans as true as flecle.
OF Romeo and Iuliet.
JVz/r. Well fir, my miftrefTe is the fweeteft lady, Lord, Lord, when twas a little prating thing. O there is a noble man in towne one Paris^ that -would faine lay knife ahoord : but flie good foule had as leeue fee a tode, a very tode as fee him : I anger her fometimes, and tell her that Paris is the properer man, but He warant you, when I fayfo, fnee lookes as pale as any clout in the verfall world, doth not rofemarie and Romeo begin both with a letter.
Ro, I nurfe, what of that ? Both with an R.
Niir. A mocker that the dogs name. R is lor the no, I know it begins with fome other letter, and (lie hath the pret- tieft“fentcntious of it, of you and rolernary, that it Vv^ould do you good to heare it:
Rom. Commend me to thy lady.
JVur. I a thoufand times. Peter ?
Pet. Anon.
Nur. Before and apace. Exit,
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Enter Iuliet.
In. The clocke ftrooke nine when I did fend the nurfe.
In halfean houre fne promifed to returne,
Perchance fhe cannot meete him, thats not fo :
Oh (he is lame, loues heraulds (hould be thoughts.
Which ten^ times fader glides then the funnes beames,
Drilling back (hadowes ouer lowring hills.
Theretore do nimble piniond doues draw loue,
And therefore hath the wind-fwift Cupid wings :
Now is the fun vpon the highmod hill
Of this dales iourney, and from nine till twelue,
Is three long houres, yet die is not come,
Had die afFecHons and warme youthfull bloud,
She would be as fwift in motion as a ball,
My words would bandy her to my fweete lone.
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iT/. And his to me, but old folkes, many faine as they were dead,
Vnwieldie, flow, heauy, and pale as lead.
Enter Nurfe.
O God flie comes, O hony nurfe what newes ?
Hafl thou met with him ? fend thy man away. iVwr. Peter flay at the gate.
hi. Now good fweet nurfe, O Lord, why lookefl thou fad ? Though newes, be fad, yet tell them merily.
If good thou fhameft the muficke of fweete newes.
By playing it to me, with fo fower a face.
Nur. I am a weary, giue me leaue a while.
Fie how my bones ake, what a iaunce * haue I had ?
III. I would thou hadfl my bones, and I thy newes :
Nay come I pray thee fpeake, good good nurfe fpeake.
JViir. lefu