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Now, by the stock and honour of my race,
Cap. Why how now, kinsman, wherefore storm you
Tib. Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe;
Tib. That villain, Romeo.
Cap. Content thee, gentle coz, let him alone,
Tib. It fits, when such a villain is a guest;
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?
Mer. Is she a Capulet?
Romeo, let's begone, the sport is over.
Rom. Ay, so I fear, the more is my mishap.
[Exit. Jul. Come hither, Nurse-What is yon gentleman? Nurse. The son and heir of old Tiberio.
Jul. What's he, that follows-
[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.
ACT THE SECOND.
Enter BENVOLIO, with MERCUTIO.
Ben. Romeo, my cousin Romeo.
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!
Ben. And if he hear thee, thou wilt anger him.
Is fair and honest, and, in his mistress' name,
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?
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.
I am too bold-Oh, were those eyes in Heav'n,
Jul. Ah me!
Rom. She speaks, she speaks!
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
Rom. Neither, fair saint, if either thee displease.