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Where, but even now, with strange and several noises
Of roaring, shrieking, howling, gingling chains,
And more diversity of sounds

alì horrible,
We were awak’d; straightway, at liberty :
Where we, in all her trim, freshly beheld
Our royal, good, and gallant ship; our master
Capering to eye her: On a trice, so please you,
Even in a dream, we were divided from them,
And were brought moping hither.
Ari. Was't well done ?

[Asille Pro. Bravely, my diligence. Thou shalt be free.

Alon This is as strange a maze as e'er men trod:
And there is in this business more than nature
Was ever conduct of: some oracle
Must rectify our knowledge.
Pro.

Sir, my liege,
Do not infest your mind with beating on
The strangeness of this business: at pick'd leisure,
Which shall be shortly, single I'll resolve you
(Which to you shall seem probable), of every
These happend accidents; till when, be cheerful,
And think of each thing well.—Come hither, spirit ; [Aside
Set Caliban and his companions free:
Untie the spell.

[Exit ARIEL
Sir, I invite your highness, and your train,
To my poor cell : where you shall take your rest
For this one night; which (part of it) I'll waste
With such discourse, as, I not doubt, shall make it
Go quick away: the story of my life,
And the particular accidents, gone by,
Since I came to this isle: And in the morn
I'll bring you to your ship, and so to Naples,
Where I have hope to see the nuptial
Of these our dear-beloved solemniz'd;
And thence retire me to my Milan, where
Every third thought shall be my grave.
Alon.

I long
To hear the story of your life, which must
Take the ear strangely.
Pro.

I'll deliver all;
And promise you calm seas, auspicious gales,
And sail so expeditious, that shall catch
Your rcyal fleet far off.—My Ariel ;-chick,
That is thy charge; then to the elements
Be free, and fare thou well !-

· Ereunt.

ROMEO AND JULIET.

The story of Romeo and Juliet is considered to be historically true; the Veronese fil the date of this tragedy as 1303.

The history of the fair Capulet and her loved Montague," furnished themes for Dovelists, and had inspired the muse of the Poets, previous to Shakspeare's time: Ho has availed himself of these labors to construct his exquisite Drama; the inimitable character of Mercutio, however, is an entirely original creation of the Dramatist.

PERSONS REPRESENTED.
Escalus, Prince of Verona.
PARIS, a young nobleman, kinsman to the Prince.
Choperet, } heads of two houses, at variance with each other.
An old man, uncle to Capulet.
Romeo, son to Montague.
MERCUTIO, kinsman to the Prince, and friend to Romeo.
Benvolio, nephew to Montague, and friend to Romeo.
TYBALT, nephew to Lady Capulet.
Friar LAURENCE, a Franciscan.
Friar John, of the same order.
BALTHAZÁR, servant to Romeo.
SAMPSON, GREGORY, servants to Capulet.
ABRAM, servant to Montague.
An Apothecary. Three Musicians.
Chorus. Boy. Page to Paris.
PETER. An Officer.
Lady MONTAGUE, wife to Montague.
Lady CAPULET, wife to Capulet.
Juliet, daughter to Capulet.

Nurse to Juliet.'
Citizens of Verona ; several Men and Women, relations to both houses

Maskers, Guards, Watchmen, and Attendants. SCENE,—during the greater part of the Play, in VERONA ; once, in the

Fifth Act, at MANTUA.

The rival Houses of Capulet and Montague were two of the most distinguisned Faml lies in Verona: An"ancient grudge” existed between these Houses, and “ civil brawls' were constantly occurring between them, in which the connections and retainers of the opposing heads took part. The Play opens with one of these outbreaks: In the midst of the fray, the Prince of Verona appears, separates the combatants, and declares to Ca. pulet and Montague

If ever you disturb our streets again,

Your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace.”

Montague and his kinsman Benvolio discourse on the late fray, Romeo joing them

ACT I.

SCENE I.
Enter MONTAGUE, lady MONTAGUE, and BENVOLIO.
Mon. Who set this ancient quarrel now abroach ?-
Speak, nephew, were you by, when it began?

Ben. Here were the servants of your adversary,
And yours, close fighting ere I did approach :
I drew to part them ; in the instant came,
The fiery Tybalt, with his sword prepar'd;
Which, as he breath'd defiance to my ears,
He swung about his head, and cut the winds :
While we were interchanging thrusts and blows,
Came more and more, and fought on part and part,
Till the prince came, who parted either part.

La. Mon. 0, where is Romeo !-saw you him to-day
Right glad I am, he was not at this fray.

Ben. Madam, an hour before the worshipp'd sun
Peer'd forth the golden window of the east,
A troubled nind drave me to walk abroad;
Where,—underneath the grove of sycamore,
That westward rooteth from the city's side,
So early walking did I see your son :
Towards him I made; but he was ’ware of me,
And stole into the covert of the wood:
I, measuring his affections by my own,-
That most are busied when they are most alone,
Pursu'd my humor, not pursuing his,
And gladly shunn'd who gladly fled from me.

Mon. Many a morning hath he there been seen,
With tears augmenting the fresh morning's dew,
Adding to clouds more clouds with his deep sighs :
But all so soon as the all-cheering sun
Should in the further east begin to draw
The shady curtains from Aurora's bed,
Away from light steals home my heavy son,
And private in his chamber pens himself;
Shuts up his windows, locks fair daylight out,

And makes himself an artificial night:
Black and poitentous must this humor prove,
Unless good counsel may the cause remove.

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

Mon. Both by myself, and many other friends ;
But he, his own affections' counsellor,
Is to himself-I will not say, how true-
But to himself so secret and so close,
So far from sounding and discovery,
As is the bud bit with an envious worm,
Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air,
Or dedicate his beauty to the sun.
Could we but learn from whence his sorrows grow,
We would as willingly give cure, as know.

Enter ROMEO, at a distance.
Ben. See, where he comes : So please you, step aside;
I'll know his grievance, or be much denied.

Mon. I would, thou wert so happy by thy stay,
To hear true shrift.-Come, madam, let's away.

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

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

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

Ben. It was :-- -What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours ?
Rom. Not having that, which, having, makes them short.

Ben. In love; meseems!
Alas, that love, so gentle in his view,
Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof!

Rom. Alas, that love, whose view is muffled still,
Should, without eyes, see pathways to his will !
Where shall we dine ?-0 me !-What fray was here?
Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all.
Here's much to do with hate, but more with love :-
O heavy lightness ! serious vanity !
Mis-shapen chaos of well-seeming forms !
This love feel I, that feel no love in this.
Dost thou not laugh ?
Ben.

No, coz, I rather

weep.
Rom. Good heart, at what ?
Ben.

At thy good heart's oppression.
Rom. Why, such is love's transgression.-
Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast;
Which thou wilt propagate, to have it prest
With more of thine : this love, that thou hast shown,
Doth add more grief to too much of mine own.

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Love is a smoke rais’d with the fume of sighs ;
Being purg'd, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes ;
Being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears :
What is it else ? a madness most discreet,
A choking gall, and a preserving sweet.
Farewell, my coz.

[living Ben.

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

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

Ber. Tell me in sadness, who she is you love.
Rom. In sadness, cousin, I do love a woman.
Ben. I aim'd so near, when I suppos'd you lov’d.
Rom. A right good marksman !-And she's fair Love.
Ben. A right fair mark, fair coz, is soonest hit.
Rom. Well, in that hit, you miss : she'll not be hit
With Cupid's arrow.

She hath Dian's wit;
And, in strong proof of chastity well arm’d,
From love's weak childish bow she lives unharm’d.
She will not stay the siege of loving terms,
Nor bide the encounter of assailing eyes,
Nor ope her lap to saint-seducing gold:
O! she is rich in beauty ; only poor,
That when she dies, with beauty dies her store.
She is too fair, too wise ; wisely too fair,
To merit bliss by making me despair :
She hath forsworn to love ; and, in that vow,
Do I live dead, that live to tell it now.

Ben. Be ruld by me, forget to think of her.
Rom. O teach me how I should forget to think.

Ben. By giving liberty unto thine eyes ;
Examine other beauties.

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

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Compare her face with some that I shall show,
And I will make thee think thy swan a crow."

'Tis the way

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