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Rom. Nay, that's not so.
Shall bitterly begin his fearful date Mer. I mean, Sir, in delay
Witb this night's revels ; and expire the term Ve waste our lights in vain, like lamps by day. Of a despised life, clos's in my breast, Take our good meaning; for our judgment sits By some vile forfeit of untimely death : Five times in that, ere once in our five wits. But He, that hath the steerage of my course,
Rom. And we inean well, in going to this inask; Direct my sail !-On, lusty gentlemen. But 'tis no wit to go.
Ben. Strike, drum.
(Ereunt. Mer. Why, may one ask ? Rom. I dreamt a dream to-night.
SCENE V.-A Hall in CAPULET's House. Mer. And so did I. Rom. Well, what was yours?
Musicians waiting. Enter SERFANTS. Mer. That dreainers often lie.
I Serv. Where's Potpan, that he helps not Rom. In bed, asleep, while they do dream to take away? he shift a treucher! be scrape a things true.
trencher ! Mer. O then, I see, queen Mab hath been with 2 Serv. When good manvers shall lie all in you.
one or two meu's hands, and they unwashed too, She is the fairies' midwife ; and she comes 'tis a foul thing. In shape no bigger than an agate-stone
i Serv. Away with the joint-stools, remove On the fore-finger of an alderman,
the court-cupboard, look to the plate :-good Drawii with a team of little atomies •
thou, save me a piece of marchpane : 1 and, as Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep :
thou lovest me, let the porter let in Susan Her waggou-spokes made of long spinners' legs ; Grindstone and Nell.–Antony ! and Potpan ! The cover, of the wings of grasshoppers ;
2 Serv. Ay, boy ; ready. The traces, of the smallest spider's web;
i Serv. You are looked for, and called for, The collars, of the moonshine's wat'ry beams : asked for, and sought for, in the great chamber. Her whip, of cricket's bone ; the lash of film: 2 Serv. We cannot be here and there ioo.Her waggoner, a small grey-ccated gnat,
Cheerly, boys; be brisk a while, and the longer Not half so big as a round little worm
liver take all.
(They retire behind. Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid : Her chariot is an empty bazel-nut,
Enter CAPULET, &c. with the Guests and the Made by the joiner squirrel, or old grub,
Maskers. Time out of mind the fairies' coach-makers. Cap. Gentlemen, welcome ! ladies, that have And in this state she gallops night by night
(you :Through lovers' brains, and then they dream Unplagu'd with corns, will bave a bout with of love :
Ah hal my mistresses ! which of you all On courtiers' knees, that dream on court'sies will now deny to dance ? she that makes dainty, straight :
sbe, O’er lawyers” fingers, who straight dream on I'll swear, hath corns; Am I come near you now? fees :
You are welcome, gentlemen! I have seen the O'er ladies' lips, who straight on kisses dream,
day, Wbich oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues, That I have worn a visor, and could tell Because their breaths with sweetmeats tainted A whispering tale in a fair lady's ear, are.
Such as would please ;-'tis gone, 'tis gone, 'tis Sometime she gallops o'er a courtier's nose,
(play. And then dreams he of smelling out a suit:t You are welcome, gentlemen !--Come, musicians, and sometimes comes she with a tithe-pig's A hall! a hall i 1 give room, and foot it, girls. tail,
(Music plays, and they dance. Tickling a parson's nose as 'a lies asleep, More light, ye knaves ; and turn the tables up. Then dreams he of another benefice:
And quench the fire, the room is grown too Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck,
hot. And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats, Ah! Sirrah, this unlook'd-for sport comes well. or breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades, Nay, sit, nay, sit, good cousin Capulet ; or healths five fathom deep; and then anon For you and I are past our danciug days : Drums in bis ear; at which he starts, and How long is't now, since last yourself and I wakes,
Were in a mask 1 And, being thus frighted, swears a prayer or two, 2 (ap. By'r lady, thirty years. And sleeps again. This is that very Mab, i Cap. What, man ! 'tis not so much ; 'tis not That plats the manes of horses in the night,
so much : And bakes the elf-locks 1 in foui sluggish hairs, 'Tis since the nuptial of Lucentio, Which, once untanlged, much misfortune bodes. Come pentecost as quickly as it will, This is the hag, when maids lie on their backs, Some tive and twenty years; and then we That presses them, and learns them first to
2 Cap: 'Tis more, 'tis inore : bis son is elder, Making them women of good carriage.
His son is thirty.
(Siri This, this is she
1 Cap. Will you tell me that? Rom. Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace;
His son was but a ward two years ago. Thou talk'st of nothing.
Rom. What lady's that, which doth enrich the Mer. True, I talk of dreams;
hand Which are the children of an idle brain,
of yonder knight? Begot of nothing but vain fantasy ;
Serv. I know not, Sir. Which is as thin of substance as the air ;
Rom. O she doth teach the torches to bura And more inconstant than the wind, who wooes
bright! Even now the frozen bosom of the north, Her beauty hangs upon the cheek of night And, being anger'd, puff's away from thence, Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's g ear : Turning his face to the dew-dropping south. Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear! Ben. This wind you talk of blows us from so shows a snowy dove trooping with crows, ourselves ;
As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows. Supper is done, and we shall come too late.
The measure || done, I'll watch her place of Rom. I fear, too early : for my mind mis
stand, gives Some consequence, yet hanging in the stars,
And, touching her's, make happy my rude hand,
• A cupboard set in a corner like a beaufet on which
+ A place in court. the plate was placed. Ile. Fairy-locks, locks of hair clotted and tangled Almond-cake.
* A clear hall, or make room in the night.
Did my heart love till now ? forswear it, sight! Nurse. Madam, your mother craves a word
Nurse. Marry, bachelor,
| nurs'd her daughter, that you talk'd withal ;
Shall have the clinks.
O dear account ! my life is my foe's debt.
Rom. Ay, so I fear; the more is my unrest.
1 Cap. Nay, gentlemen, prepare not to be I Cup. Young Romeo is't ?
gone ; Tyh.''Tis he, that villain Romeo.
We have a trifling foolish banquet towards. 1 Cap. Coutent thee, gentle coz, let him alone, Is it e'en so ? Why, then I thank you all; He bears him like a portly gentleman ;
I thank you, honest gentlemen ; good night :And, to say truth, Verona brags of him,
More torches bere !--Coine on, then let's to To be a virtuvus and well-govern'd youth :
(Exeunt all but JULIET and NURSE. It is my will; the which if thou respect,
Jul. Come hither, nurse : What is yon gello Show a fair presence, and put off these frowns,
tleman ? And ill-beseeming seinblance for a feast.
Nurse. The son and heir of old Tiberio. Tyb. It fits, when such a villain is a guest ;
Jul. What's be, that now is going out of 121 not endure him.
door? I (ap. He shall be endur'd :
(to ;- Nurse. Marry, that, I think, be young Pe. What, goodman boy !-1 say, he shall ;-Go
truchio. Am I the master bere, or you? go to. (soul- Jul. What's he, that follows there, that would You'll not endure hiin - God sball mend my
hot dance ? You'll inake a mutiny among my guests!
Nurse. I know not.
My grave is like to be my wedding bed.
Nurse. His name is Romeo, and a Montague ; You are saucy, boy ;-Is't so, indeed ?- [wbat. The only son of your great enemy. This trick may chance to scath. you ;-I know
Jul. 'My only love sprung from my only You must contrary me! marry, 'tis time
bate! Well said, my hearts :-You are a princox ; + Too early seen unknown, and know. too late ! go:
Prodigious birth of love it is to me, Be quiet, or-More light, more light, for shame! That I must love a loathed enerny. 1'u make you quiet; What I-Cheerly, my
Nurse. What's this? what's this? bearts.
Jul. A rhyme I learn'd even uow Tyb. Patience perforce with wilful choler of one I danc'd withal. meeting,
(One calls within, Juliet ! Makes my flesh tremble in their different greet.
Nurse. Anon, anon :I will withdraw: but this intrusion shall, Come, let's away; the strangers all are gone. Now seeming sweet, convert to bitter gall.
Now old desire doth in his death-bed lie, This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this, And young affection gapes to be bis heir ; My lips, two blusbing pilgrims, ready stand That fair, which love groau'd for, and would die To smooth that rough touch with a tender
With tender Juliet match'd, is now not fair. kiss.
Now Romeo is belov'd, and loves again,
But to his foe suppos'd be must complain,
And she steals love's sweet bait froin fearful For saints have bands that pilgrims' bands do
Being held a foe, he may not have access
To breathe such vows as lovers use to swear; Rom. Have not saints lips, and holy palmers And she as much in love, her means much less too 3
To meet her new-beloved any where : Jul. Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in But passion lends them power, time means to prayer.
meet, Rom. o then, dear saint, let lips do what
Temp’ring extremities with extreme sweet. bands do;
(Exit. They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to des.
SCENE 1.-An open Place, adjoining Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purg'd.
Rom. Can I go forward, when my beart is
here? Give me my sin again.
[urg'al Turu back, dull earth, 6 and find thy centre out. Jul. You kiss by the book.
(He climbs the Wall, and leaps dou'n
+ A coxcomb.
Faith. sht not be esteemed indecorous.
Enter BENVOLIO, and MERCUTIO. o that I were a glove upon that hand, Ben. Romeo ! my cousin Romeo !
That I might touch that cheek! Mer. He is wise ;
Jul. Ah me! And, on my life, bath stolen him home to bed.
Rom, She speaks :Ben. He ran this way, and leap'd this orchard o speak again, bright angel! for thou art wall :
As glorious to this night, being o'er my head, Call, good Mercutio.
As is a winged messenger of heaven Mer. Nay, I'll conjure too.
Unto the wbite-upturned wond'ring eyes Romeo ! humours ! inadman ! passion ! lover!
of mortals, that fall back to gaze on him, Appear thou in the likeness of a sigh,
When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds,
Aud sails upon the bosom of the air.
Jul. O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thoa
Deny thy father, and refuse thy name :
Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, When king Cophetua lov'd the beggarmaid..
And I'll no longer be a Capalet. He heareth not, stirreth not, he moveth not ;
Rom. Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at
this? The ape + is dead, and I must conjure him.
(A side. I conjure thee by Rosaline's bright eyes,
Jul. 'Tis but thy name, that is my enemy; By her high forehead, and her scarlet lip,
Thou art thyself though, not a Montague. By her fine foot, straight leg, and quivering What's Montagne ? it is nor hand, nor foot, thigh,
Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part And the demesnes that there adjacent lie,
Belonging to a man. O be some other name ! That in thy likeness thou appear to us.
What's in a name ? that which we call a rose, Ben. An if he bear thee, thou wilt anger By any other name would smell as sweet : bim.
So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd : Mer. This cannot anger bim: 'twould anger Without that title : -Romeo, doff + thy name ;
Retain that dear persection which he owes, To raise a spirit in his mistress' circle
[him of some strange nature, letting it there stand
And for that name, which is no part of thee, Till she had laid it, and conjur'd it down ;
Take all myself. That were some spite : my invocation
Rom. I take thee at thy word : Is fair and honest, and, in his mistress' name,
Call me but love, and I'll be new baptiz'd : I conjure only but to raise up him.
Henceforth I never will be Romeo. Ben. Come, he bath bid himself among those Jul. What man art thou, that, thus bescreen'd trees,
in night, To be consorted with the humoroust night :
So stumblest on my counsel : Blind is bis love, and best befits the dark.
Rom. By a name Mer. If love be blind, love cannot bit the I know not how to tell thee who I am ; mark.
My name, dear saint, is bateful to myself, Now will he sit under a medlar tree,
Because it is an enemy to thee; And wish his mistress were ibat kind of fruit,
Had I it written, I would tear the word. As maids call medlars, when they laugh alone.
Jul. My ears have not yet drunk a hundred Romeo, good night ;-I'll to my truckle-bed ;
words This field-bed is too cold for me to sleep : of that tongue's utterance, yet I know the Come, shall we go?
sound: Ben. Go, then ; for 'tis in vain
Art thou not Romeo, and a Montague ? To seek him bere, that means not to be found. Rom. Neither, fair saint, if either thee dis
Jul. How cam'st thou hitber, tell me? and SOENE II.-CAPULET's Garden.
The orchard walls are high, and hard to climb; Enter Romeo.
And the place death, considering who thou art,
If any of my kinsmen find thee here. Rom. He jests at scars, that never felt a Rom. With love's light wings did I o'erperch wound.
these walls; (Juliet appears above at a Window. For stony limits cannot hold love out : But, soft! wbat light through yonder window And what love can do, that dares love attempt ; breaks!
Therefore thy kinsmen are no let I to me. It is the east, and Juliet is the sun
Jul. If they do see thee, they will murder Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
thee. Who is already sick and pale with grief,
Rom. Alack! there lies more peril in thine That thou her maid art far more fair than she :
(sweet, Be uot her maid, $ since she is envious ; Her vestal livery is but sick and green,
Than twenty of their swords : look thou but
And I am proof against their enmity.
Jul. I would not, for the world, they saw thee
here. o that she knew she were
Rom, I have night's cloak to hide me from She speaks, yet sbe says nothing; What of that?
their sight; Her eye discourses, I will answer it.I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks :
And, but thou love me, let them find me here : Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,
My life were better ended by their hate, Having some business, do entreat her eyes
Than death prorogued, wanting of thy love. To twinkle in their spheres till they return.
Jul. By whose direction found'st thou out this What if her eyes were there, they in her head
place? The brightness of her cbeek would shame those
Rom. By love, who first did prompt me to in
quire ; stars, As daylight doth a lamp; her eye in heaven
He lent me counsel, and I lent him eyes. Would through the airy region stream so bright, As that vast shore wash'd with the furthest sa,
I am no pilot : yet, wert thou as far That birds would sing, and think it were not I would adventure for such merchandise.
night. See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand !
Jul. Thou know'st the mask of night is on my
Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek, • Alluding to the old ballad of the King and the Begkar. + This phrase in Shakspeare's time wng used as an expression of tenderness. * Humid.
Vuless thou love me.
For that which thou hast heard me speak to. Nurse. [Within.] Madam. night.
Jul. I come, anon :-But if thou mean'st not Fain would I dwell on form ; fain, fain deny I do beseech thee,-
(well, What I bave spoke; But farewell compliment ! Nurse. (Within.] Madam. Dost thou love ine? I know thou wilt say Jul. By and by, I come :Ay;
To cease thy suit, and leave me to my grief: And I will take thy word : yet, if thou swear’st, To-morrow will í seud. Thou may'st prove false ; at lovers' perjuries, Rom. So thrive my soul,They say Jove laughs. O gentle Roineo,
Jul. A thousand times good night! (Erit. If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully :
Rom. A thousand times the worse to want thy Or if thou think'st I am too quickly won,
light.l'll frown and be perverse, and say thee nay, Love goes toward love, as schoolboys from their So thou wilt woo : but, else, not for the world.
books ; In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond;
But love from love, toward school with heavy And therefore thou may'st think my baviour
(Retiring slowly. light: Bat trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true
Re-enter JULIET, above. Than those that have more cunning to be Jul. Hist! Romeo, hist 1-0 for a falconer's strange.
voice, 1 should have been more strange, I must con- To lure this tassel-gentle • back again! But that thog over-heard'st, ere I was ware, Bondage is boarse, and may not speak aloud ; My true love's passion: therefore pardon me ; Else would I tear the cave where Echo lies, And not impute this yielding to light love, Aud make ber airy longue inore hoarse than Which the dark night hath so discovered.
inine Rom. Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear, With repetition of my Romeo's name. That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops,- Rom. It is my soul, that calls upon my name : Jul. O swear not by the moon, the inconstant How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night, moon,
Like softest music to attending tars! That monthly changes in her circled orb,
Jul. Romeo ! Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.
Rom. My sweet! Rom. What shall I swear by ?
Jul. At what o'clock to-morrow Jul. Do not swear at all ;
Shall I send to thee? Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self,
Rom. At the bour of nine. Which is the god of my idolatry,
Jul. I will not fail ; 'tis twenty years till Aud I'll believe thee.
then. Rom. If my heart's dear love
I bave forgot why I did call thee back. Jul. Well, do not swear : although I joy in Rom. Let me stand here ull tbou remember thee,
it. I have no joy of this contract to-night :
Jul. I shall forget, to bave thee still stand It is too rash, too inadvis'd, too sudden;
there, Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be, Rememb’ring how I love thy company. Ere one can say-It lightens. Sweet, good Rom. And I'll still stay, to have thee still night!
forget This bad of love, by summer's ripening breath, Forgetting any other bome but this. May prove a beauteous flower when next we Jul. 'Tis almost morning, I would have thee meet.
gone : Good night, good night! as sweet repose and And yet no further than a wanton's bird; rest
Who lets it hop a little from her hand, Come to thy heart, as that within my breast ! Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyres, i
Rom. O wilt thou leave me so unsatistied ? And with a silk thread plucks it black again, Jul. Wbat satisfaction caust thou have to so loving-jealous of his liberty. night?
Rom. I would I were thy biid. Rom. The exchange of thy love's faithful vow Jul. Sweet, so would 1: for mine.
Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing. Jul. I gave thee mine before thou didst re. Good night, good night? Partng is such sweet quest it ;
sorrow, And yet I would it were to give again.
That I shall say-good night, till it be morrow, Ronn. Woulást thou withdraw it ? for what pur
[Erit pose, love?
Rom. Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in Jul. But to be frank, + and give it thee again.
thy breast ! And yet I wish but for the thing I have : 'Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest ! My bounty is as boundless as the sea,
Hence will I to my ghostly father's cell: My love as deep ; the more I give to thee, His help to crave, and my dear hap i to tell. Ibe more I have, for both are infinite.
(Exit. Nurse calls within. I hear some noise within ; Dear love, adieu ! SCENE III.-- Friar LAURENCE's Cell. Adon, good nurse! --Sweet Montague, be true. Stay but a little, I will come again. (Exit.
Enter Friar LAURENCE, with a Basket. Rom. o blessed blessed nighi! I am afeard, Fri. The grey-ey'd moru smiles on the frown. Being in night, all this is but a dream,
[light; Tou flattering-sweet to be substantial.
Checkering the eastern clouds with streaks of
Aud fecked y darkness like a drunkard reels Re-enter JCLIET, above.
From forth day's path-way, made by Thun's || Jul. Three words, dear Romeo, and good
wheels : night indeed.
Now ere the sun advance his burning eye, If that thy bent of love be honourable, The day to cheer, and night's dark dew to dry, Thy purpose marriage, send me word to-morrow, I must fill up this osier cage of ours, By one that I'll procure to come to thee, With baleful weeds, and precious-juiced flowers, Wbere and what time thou wilt perform ibe rite ; The earth, that's uature's mother, is ber tomb; And all my fortales at thy foot I'll lay,
What is her burying grave, that is her womb: And follow thee, my lord, throughout the And from her womb children of divers kim world :
We sucking on her natural bosom tind;
1. e. More artfully assume coldnesa, * Free.
• The male of the goshawk. I Cbauce.
+ Fetters. The sun,
Many for many virtues excellent,
Rom. Thou chid'st me oft for loving Rosaline. None but for some, and yet all different.
Fri. For doting, not for loving, pupil mine, O mickle is the powerful grace * that lies
Rom. And bad'st me bury love. In herbs, plants, stones, and their true qualities; Fri. Not in a grave, For nought so vile that on the earth doth live, To lay one in, another out to have. Lut to the earth some special good doth give; Rom. I pray thee, chide not : she, whom I Nor aught so good, but straiu'd from that fair use,
Doth grace for grace, and love for love allow; Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse : The other did not so. Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied ; Fri. O she knew well, And vice sometime's by action dignitied.
Thy love did read by rote, and could not spell, Within the infant rind of this small flower But come, young waverer, come go with me, Poison hath residence, and med'cine power: In one respect l'll thy assistant be; For this, being smelt, with that part cheers for this alliance may so happy prove, each part;
To turn your households' tancour to pure love. Being tasted, slays all senses with the heart. Rom. O let us hence; I stand on sudden Two such opposed foes encamp them still
haste. In man as weil as herbs-grace and rude will ; Fri. Wisely and slow; they stumble that run Avd, where the worser is predominant,
(Eseunt. Full soon the canker death eats up that plant.
SCENE IV.-A Street.
Enter BENVOL10 and MERCUTIO,
Mer. Where the devil should this Romeo be !
Ben. Not to his father's ; I spoke with his So soon to bid good morrow to thy bed ;
man. Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye,
Mer. Ah! that same pale hard-hearted wench, And where care lodges, sleep will never lie ;
that Rosaline, But where unbruised youth with unstuft'd brain Torments him so, that he will snre run mad. Dotb coucb his limbs, there golden sleep doth Ben. Tybalt, the kinsman of old Capulet, reign :
Hath sent a letter to his father's house. Therefore thy earliness doth me assure,
Mer. A challenge, on my life. Thou art up-rous'd by some distemp'rature;
Ben. Romeo will answer it. Or, if not so, then here I hit it right
Mer. Any man, that can write, may answer a Our Romeo hath not been in bed to night.
letter. Rom. That last is true, the sweeter rest was Ben. Nay, he will answer the letter's master, mine.
how he dares, being dared. Fri. God pardon sin! wast thou with Rosa- Mer. Alas, poor Romeo, he is already dead; line ?
stabbed with a white wench's black eye ; shot Rom. With Rosaline, my ghostly father ? no; thorough the ear with a love-song ; tbe very I have forgot that time, and that name's woe. pin of his heart cleft with the blind bow-boy's Fri. That's my good son : But where bast butt-shalt: 1 And is he a man to encounter thou been then ?
Mer. More than prince of cats, I can tell Where, on a sudden, one hath wounded me, you. 0 he is the courageous captain of compliThat's by me wounded ; both our remedies ments. He fights as you sing prick-song, $ Within thy help and holy physic lies :
keeps time, distance, and proportion ; rests me I bear no batred, blessed man; for, lo,
his minim rest, one, two, and the third in your My intercession likewise steads my foe.
bosom : the very butcber of a silk button, a Fri. Be plain, good son, and homely in thy duellist, a duellist; a gentlman of the very first drift ;
house,-of the first and second cause : Ah, the Riddling confession finds but riddling sbrift. immortal passado! the punto reverso ! the bay !| Rom. Then plainly know, my heart's dear love
Ben. The what? is set
Mer. The pox of such antic, lisping, affecting, On the fair daughter of rich Capulet :
fantasticoes; these new tuners of accents !-B3 As mine on her's, so her's is set on mine ; Jesu, a very good blade !-a very tall man ! And all combin'd save what thou must com- a very good whore !-Why, is not this a lamenbine
table thing, grandsire, that we sbould be thus By boly marriage : When, and where, and how, afficted with these strange flies, these fashionWe met, we woo'd, and made exchange of vow, mongers, these pardonnez-moys, who stand so I'll be thee as we pass; but this I pray,
much on the new form, that they can sit at That thou consent to marry us this day.
ease on the old bench? O their bons, thei Fri. Holy Saint Francis ! wbat a change is bons /
here! Is Rosaline, whom thon didst love so dear,
Enter Romeo. So soon forsaken ? young men's love then lies Ben. Here comes Romeo, here comes Romeu. Not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes. Mer. Without his roe, like a dried herring : Jesu Maria! what a deal of brine
--O flesh, flesh, how art thou fishidied !-Now Hath wash'd thy sallow cheeks for Rosaline ! is he for the numbers that Petrarch flowed in : How much salt water thrown away in waste, Laura, to his lady, was but a kitchen-Wench; To season love, that of it doth not taste!
-marry, she had a better love to be-rhyme her: The sun not yet thy sighs from heaven clears, Dido, a dowdy ; Cleopatra, a gipsy; Helen and Thy old groans ring yet in my ancient ears ; Hero, hildings and barlots ; Thisbe, a grey eye Lo, here upou thy cheek the stain doth sit or so, but not to the purpose.-Signior Romeo, Of an old tear that is not wash'd off yet : bon jour ! there's a French salutation to your If e'er thou wast thyself, and these woes thiue, French slop. ** You gave us the counterfeit Thou and these woes were all for Rosaline ; And art thou chang'd ? pronounce this sentence Le It is of the utmost consequence for me to be hasty.
fairly last night. then
+ Arrow. t See the story of Reynard the Fox Women may fall, when there's no strength in By notes pricked down. I Terms of the fenc
In ridicule of Frenchified cox
combs. • Virtue.
« Trowsers or pantaloons, a Frapab fashion in Shakspeare's time.