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Now, by the stock and honour of my race,
To strike him dead I hold it not a sin.

Cap. Why how now, kinsman, wherefore storm you


Tib. Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe;
A villain that is hither come in spite,
To scorn and butt at our solemnity.
Cap. Young Romeo is't?

Tib. That villain, Romeo.

Cap. Content thee, gentle coz, let him alone,
He bears him like a courtly gentleman:
And, to say truth, Verona brags of him,
To be a virtuous and well-govern'd youth,
I would not, for the wealth of all this town,
Here in my house do him disparagement:
Therefore be patient, take no note of him.

Tib. It fits, when such a villain is a guest;
I'll not endure him.

Cap. He shall be endur❜d.

Be quiet, cousin, or I'll make you quiet.

Tib. Patience perforce with wilful choler meeting, Makes my flesh tremble in their difference. I will withdraw; but this intrusion shall, Now seeming sweet, convert to bitter gall.

[Exit TIBALT. Rom. If I profane, with my unworthy hand, [To JULIET.

This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this. [Kiss. Jul. Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much.

For palm to palm is holy palmer's kiss.

Rom. Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too? Jul, Ay, pilgrim, lips, that they must use in prayer. Rom. Thus then, dear saint, let lips put up their [Kiss. Nurse. Madam, your mother craves a word with you.


Mer. What is her mother?
Nurse. Marry, bachelor,
Her mother is the lady of the house,
And a good lady, and a wise and virtuous.
I nurs'd her daughter, that you talk'd withal:
I tell you, he, that can lay hold on her,
Shall have the chink.

Mer. Is she a Capulet?

Romeo, let's begone, the sport is over.

Rom. Ay, so I fear, the more is my mishap.
Cap. Nay, gentlemen, prepare not to begone,
We have a trifling foolish banquet towards.
Is it even so? why, then, I thank you all.
I thank you, honest gentlemen, good night.
More torches here-come on, then let's to supper.


[Exit. Jul. Come hither, Nurse-What is yon gentleman? Nurse. The son and heir of old Tiberio.

Jul. What's he, that follows-
Nurse. I know not.

[Exit BEN. Jul. What's he, that is now a-going out of door? Nurse. That, as I think, is young Mercutio.

[Exit MER. [Exit ROMEO.

Jul. Go, ask his name. If he be married, My grave is like to be my wedding bed.

Nurse. His name is Romeo, and a Montague, The only son of your great enemy.

Jul. My only love, sprung from my only hate! Too early seen, unknown! and known too late. Nurse. What's this? what's this!

Jul. A rhyme I learn'd e'en now,

Of one I talk'd withal.

Nurse. Come, let's away, the strangers are all gone.




The Street.


Ben. Romeo, my cousin Romeo.
Mer. He is wise,

And, on my life, hath stol'n him home to bed. Ben. He ran this way, and leap'd this orchard wall.

Call, good Mercutio.

Mer. Nay, I'll conjure too.

Why, Romeo! humour! madman! passion! lover!
Appear thou in the likeness of a sigh.
Speak but one rhyme, and I am satisfy'd.
Cry but ah me! couple but love and dove,
I conjure thee, by thy mistress's bright eyes,
By her high forehead, and her scarlet lip:
By her fine foot, straight leg, and quivering thigh,
That in thy likeness thou appear to us.

Ben. And if he hear thee, thou wilt anger him.
Mer. This cannot anger him:

My invocation

Is fair and honest, and, in his mistress' name,
I conjure only but to raise him up.

Ben. Come, he hath hid himself amongst these


To be consorted with the hum'rous night.

Mer. Romeo, good night; I'll to my truckle bed, This field bed is too cold for me to sleep : Come, shall we go?



A Garden.

Enter ROMEO.

Rom. He jests at scars, that never felt a woundBut soft, what light thro' yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun! It is my lady-Oh, it is my love! Oh that she knew she were !

JULIET appears above, at a Window.
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
Who is already sick and pale with grief,
That thou, her maid, art far more fair than she.
She speaks, yet she says nothing; what of that?
Her eye discourses, I will answer it;

I am too bold-Oh, were those eyes in Heav'n,
They'd through the airy region stream so bright,
That birds would sing, and think it were the morn :
See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand!
O that I were a glove upon that hand,
That I might touch that cheek!

Jul. Ah me!

Rom. She speaks, she speaks!
Oh, speak again, bright angel, for thou art
As glorious to this sight, being o'er my head,
As is a winged messenger from Heav'n,
To the upturned wond'ring eyes of mortals
When he bestrides the lazy pacing clouds,
And sails upon the bosom of the air.

Jul. Romeo, Romeo—wherefore art thou Romeo ? Deny thy father, and refuse thy name : Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, And I'll no longer be a Capulet. Rom. Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this ?

[Aside. Jul. 'Tis but thy name that is my enemy? What's in a name? That, which we call a rose, By any other name would smell as sweet. So Romeo would, were he not Romeo callid, Retain that dear perfection which he owes, Without that title; Romeo, quit thy name, And for thy name, which is no part of thee, Take all myself.

Rom. I take thee at thy word : Call me but love, I will forswear my name, And never more be Romeo. Jul. What man art thou, that thus bescreen'd in

night, So stumblest on my counsel?

Rom. I know not how to tell thee who I am : My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself, Because it is an enemy to thee. Jul. My ears have not yet drunk an hundred

Of that tongue's uttering, yet I know the sound.
Art thou not Romeo, and a Montague ?

Rom. Neither, fair saint, if either thee displease.
Jul. How cam'st thou hither, tell me, and for

The orchard walls are high, and hard to climb,
And the place death, consid’ring who thou art,
If any of my kinsmen find thee here.
Rom. With love's light wings did I o'erperch these

For stony limits cannot hold love out,
And what love can do, that dares love attempt :
Therefore thy kinsmen are no stop to me.

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