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ROMEO AND JULIET,

BY

WILLIAM SHAKSPERE .

THE SECOND QUARTO,

1599,

A FACSIMILE

(FROM THE BRITISH MUSEUM COPY, C 12, g 18)

BY

CHARLES PRAETORIUS.

WITH INTRODUCTION
BY

HERBERT A. EVANS , M.A. ,

BALLIOL COLLege, oxford.

LONDON :

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CONTENTS OF INTRODUCTION .

PAGE
§ 1. Q2 printed from a copy with marginal corrections iii

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§ 2. F1 derived from Q2 through Q3 ... iv

§ 3. Signs used, &c. ... ... ...

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Corrections vi
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40 SHAKSPERE QUARTO FACSIMILES ,
ISSUED UNDER THE SUPERINTENDENCE OF DR F. J. FURNIVALL.

I. Those by
No.
1. Hamlet. 1603,
2. Hamlet. 1604.
3. Midsummer Night's Dream. 1600. (Fisher.)
4. Midsummer Night's Dream, 1600. (Roberts.)
5. Loves Labor's Lost. 1598.
6. Merry Wives. 1602.
7. Merchant of Venice. 1600. (Roberts.)
8. Henry IV. 1st Part. 1598.
2. Those by
16. Richard II. 1597. Duke of Devonshire's
copy. (fotograft.)
17. Merchant of Venice. 1600. (I. R. for
Heyes.) (fotograft.)
18. Richard II. 1597. Mr Huth. (fotograft.)
19. Richard II. 1608. Brit. Mus. (fotograft.)
20. Richard II. 1634. (fotograft.)
21. Pericles. 1609. QI.
22. Pericles. 1609. Q2.
23. The Whole Contention. 1619. Part I. (for
2 Henry VI.).
24. The Whole Contention. 1619. Part II. (for
3 Henry VI.).
25. Romeo and Juliet. 1597.
26. Romeo and Juliet. 1599.
W. Griggs.
No.
9. Henry IV. 2nd Part. 1600.
10. Passionate Pilgrim. 1599.
11. Richard III. 1597.
12. Venus and Adonis. 1593.
13. Troilus and Cressida. 1609. (printing.)
14. Much Ado About Nothing. 1600. (foto
graft.)
15. Taming of a Shrew. 1594. (not yet done.)
C. Praetorius.
27. Henry V. 1600. (printing.)
28. Henry V. 1608. (printing.)
29. Titus Andronicus. 1600.
30. Sonnets and Lover's Complaint. 1609.
31. Othello. 1622.
32. Othello. 1630.
33. KingLear. 1608. Qr. (N. Butter, Pide Bull.)
34. King Lear. 1608. Q2. (N. Butter.)
35. Lucrece. 1594.
36. Romeo and Juliet. Undated. (fotograft.)
37. Contention. 1594. (not yet done.)
38. True Tragedy. 1595. (not yet done.)
39. The Famous Victories. 1598. (not yet done.)
40. The Troublesome Raigne. 1591. (For
King John: not yet done.)

[Shakspere-Quarto Facsimiles, No. 26. ]

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INTRODUCTION .

§ 1. IN the Quarto here facsimiled (Q2) Romeo and Juliet was

printed for the first time in a complete form. It has been con
jectured that the play was thus put forth by its proprietors, the
actors who formed the Lord Chamberlain's company, as a corrective
to the imperfect version (Q1 ), printed by John Danter in 1597 .
There is, however, no tangible evidence for this conjecture , or
indeed anything to show that the publication was other than a
private venture of the publisher. Of the MS. , however obtained,
from which he printed , nothing more can be affirmed with confi
dence, than that it was a fairly correct copy with certain alterations
and amendments written upon its margins. For the history of these
revisions, and for the whole question of the relationship of this
Quarto to its defective predecessor, I must refer the student to the
Introduction to Q1 ; it will be enough for our present purpose if,
following Mr Daniel, I draw attention to two passages, which will
prove that these marginal corrections existed.
II. iii. 1-4 . It will be observed in the Facsimile that these four
lines, slightly altered , have got into the middle of Romeo's speech at
the end of the previous scene. "Some blunders (checking, burning,
etc.) had been made by the copyist in the first four lines of the Friar's
speech [iil. 1-4 ], and these lines were therefore re-written, either in
the margin or on a paper attached to it ; by an oversight the original
lines were not struck through, and by a blunder the revision of them
iv INTRODUCTION .

was misplaced by the printer in Romeo's speech [ ii. 187-190 ] , and

thus both versions got into the text." ¹
III . iii. 37-43 :
" 1. And ſteale immortall bleffing from her lips,
2. Who euen in pure and veſtall modeſtie
3. Still bluſh, as thinking their owne kiſſes fin.
5. This may flyes do, when I from this muſt flie,
8. And fayeft thou yet, that exile is not death ?
4. But Romeo may not, he is baniſhed.
6. Flies may do this, but I from this muſt flie :
7. They are freemen, but I am baniſhed. "

The above are the lines as they stand in the text, the numbers
denoting the order in which they should have been printed, but line
6 should probably have been altogether omitted. " It seems quite
certain that in the greater part of this scene Q1 gives a fairly
accurate representation of the original play. . . . The following
restoration of the ' copy ' [on which the printer of Q2 worked] will,
I think, make all clear. The original play (Q1 ) is here printed in
Roman type, the revisions and additions in italics.
I, And steale immortall [kisses] from blessing
her lips ;
2. Who euen in pure andvestall modestie
4. But Romeo may not, he is banished. 3. Still blush, as thinking their own
kisses sin.
6. Flies may doo this, but I from this 5. This may flyes do, when I from this
must flye. mustflie,
7. They arefreemen, 8. And sayest thou yet, that exile is not
but I am banished. death?

In the first line there could be no mistake as to the substitution of

blessing . . . for kisses. The two added lines, 2 and 3 , which are
purely parenthetical, should next have followed ; but the printer took
all the four added lines (2, 3 , 5 , 8) which he found in the margin ,
and inserted them together, leaving in the text line 6, for which 5
was a substitute · • Line 7 probably got inserted in the right
place from its having been written on the opposite margin." 2
§ 2. The next edition (Q3) was printed (for John Smethwick)
1 Mr P. A. Daniel, Romeo and Juliet, Revised version, 1875, p . 114.
2 Romeo and Juliet, Revised version, 1875, pp. 124, 125.
 INTRODUCTION. V

in 1609. " It was printed from Q2, from which it differs by a few
corrections, and more frequently by additional errors " (Cambridge
Editors). It is this edition that was used for the Folio of 1623 (F1).
“ The text of F1 is taken from that of Q3. As usual there are a
number ofchanges, some accidental, some deliberate, but all generally
for the worse, excepting the changes in punctuation and in the stage
directions. The punctuation , as a rule, is more correct, and the
stage-directions are more complete, in the Folio " (Camb. Ed.).
§3. This facsimile has been compared with the Folio.¹ Lines
differing from it have been marked †, lines absent from it *, and the
absence of stage-directions found in the Folios is denoted by <.
As usual the Acts and scene divisions and line-numbers are from
the Globe Shakespeare. With one exception we know nothing of the
original cast of Romeo andJuliet, but in Act IV. sc. v. l. 102, where
Qos. 4 and 5 and the Folios have Enter Peter, 2 Q2 has Enter Will
Kemp; and we know on similar evidence that this actor played the
part of Dogberry in Much Ado about Nothing.3
The name of Cuthbert Burby, the publisher of the present Qo. ,
does not occur on the title-page of any other of Shakspere's plays,
except the 1598 Qo . of Loves Labors Lost, and the only other
with which the name of John Danter, the printer of Q1 , is con
nected is Titus Andronicus.5 No publisher's name appears on the

1 In the Folio Romeo and Juliet fills pp. 53-79 of the Tragedies. There is no
division into acts or scenes, and no list of Dramatis Persona.
2 Were I to edit this play again I should be very much inclined to change
this Peter to Sampson, and give that prefix also to the Clowne of Act I. sc. ii.,
to the 2nd Servant of Act I. sc. v. , and to the 2nd Servant of Act IV. sc. ii. See
my note, p. 136, Revised edition. When I wrote that note I wasn't aware, or
had forgotten, that Pope had made the same remark as to Shakespeare's dramatic
power. See p. 4, vol. i., Var. 1821.—P. A. D.
3 Collier, Hist. ofDramatic Poetry, ed. 1879, vol. iii. p. 330.
4 Burby, however, sold (? published) the Ist ed. of the " Taming of a Shrew,"
printed by P. Short, 1594.-P. A. D. He also published " Edward III. ,"
1596 and 1599.
5 1593-4-vj.to die Februarij . —John Danter.—Entred for his copye, vnder
thandes of bothe the wardens, a booke intituled a Noble Roman Historye of
Tytus Andronicus. Stationers' Registers.—No copy of this edition is now known
to exist.
vi INTRODUCTION.

title-page of Q1 , and although there is absolutely nothing to show

that Burby had anything to do with this venture, it is worthy of
remark that about this period he had business relations with
Danter. This is proved by the following entries in the Stationers'
Registers :―――――
20 Aprilis [ 1596]
Jo Danter Entred for his copie vnder thande of
the Wardens, A booke Intituled the
famous Hystory of the Seven Cham
pions of Christiandom, St. George of vid .
England, St Dennys of Fraunce, St.
James of Spayne, St Anthony of Italy,
St Andrewe of Scotland, St. Patrick
of Irland, and St. David of Wales

6 Sept [1596]
Cuthbert Burby Entred for his copie by assig
ment from John Danter, Twoo
bookes, viz. the first pte and se
cond pte of the vii Champions viid.
of Christiandom . Reservinge
the workmanship of the print
inge at all tymes to the said Jo
Danter.¹

Whether there were any other transactions between them, and

whether any such had anything to do with Romeo and Juliet must
remain an open question.
HERBERT A. EVANS.

CORRECTIONS.

SOME words are left indistinct in the text. Pages 34, 39, 42, 43, and 47
(very bad) should have been canceld, fresh transfers made, and new leaves 2
printed, as has been done with several other pages.
P. 5 , 1. 2 , read fhould
p. 6, 1. 48, 29 which
p. 7, headline. Juliet is badly re-written by hand.
p. 7, 1. 101, read partizans
p. 9, l. 157, " enuious
p. II, 1. 233, " bewties

¹ Quoted by Dyce, Kemp's Nine Daies Wonder, Camden Society, 1840, p. 35.
 CORRECTIONS. vii

p. 12, 1. 25, read earthtreading ; 1. 26, as

P. 14, l. 104, "" fcant
p. 15, 1. 110,,, Ladie ; 1. 32, teachie
p. 16, 1. 67, "" would . • thou ; 1. 78, faith
p. 17, 1. 1 , 99 fpeech
p. 20, 1. 6, 99 the Courtcubbert ; 1. 8, thou, faue ... March- pane
p. 21 , 1. 25, "" faire
(p. 28, 1. 45 , "" ' wene ' for ' were,' is in Qo. )
p. 29, 1. 99, 99 light
p. 31 , l. 175,,, forget
P. 35, St. Dir. 99 Enter; 1. 3, fathers ; 1. 23, one
p. 36, 1. 44, 99 berime
p. 38, l. 125 , 99 Gentlemē că ; 1. 139, that is ; l. 144, hores
p. 39, l. 164,,, and ; 1. 166, faw ; 1. 169, fide ; 1. 170, proteft ; 1. 203,
conuoy ; 1. 205, Miſtreſſe
p. 41, 1. 14, read ſwift ; 1. 45, ferue
p. 42, 1. 54, 99 forrie ; 1. 55, tell ; 1. 59, vertuous ; 1. 60, wher ; 1. 61 ,
replieft ; 1. 65, Is this ; 1. 68, ſhriſt (not thrift) ; 1. 73, any, ſcarlet ; 1. 76,
darke ; 1. 78, burthen
p. 43, 1. 10, read their ; 1. 27, tongue ; 1. 29, either ; 1. 30, matter ; 1. 33,
true. (The 4 lines at the top have been rewritten by hand. )
P. 44, 1. 7, read me ; 1. 9, indeed there ; 1. 12, thy ; 1. 19, leffe ; 1. 33,
wilt tuter ; 1. 36, fimple . . life ; 1. 40, them
p. 45, 1. 47, read uing
p. 46, 1. 77, "" Alla ftucatho ; 1. 81 , vſe mee ; 1. 82, drie beate ; 1. 89,
Benuolio ; 1. 90, fhame ; l. 100, well, . wide
P. 47, 1. III , read your ; 1. 122 (crumpled in Qo. ), That gallant ſpirit hath
afpir'd ; 1. 133, Staying ; 1. 140, thou art taken
p. 48, 1. 159, read vrgd
P. 49, III. ii. 99 Iuliet
p. 50, 1. 28, "" before .. feftiuall ; 1. 29, child that ; 1. 32, newes
p. 54, 1. 5, 99 craues ; 1. 24, rude
p. 55, 1. 35, 99 carrion ; 1. 38, euen
p. 56, 1. 76, "" ftudie
p. 60, 1. I, "2 yet neare ; 1. 10, Mountaine tops ; 1. 14, Torch ; 1. 15,
to ; 1. 18, thou ... fo
p. 64, 1. 156, read thither
p. 66, 1. 210, "" comfort
p. 69, 1. 80, "" chaine
p. 70, 1. 93, "" Take ; 1. 97, furceaſe
p. 75, 1. 29, 99 flower
p. 76, 1. 32, 99 tongue .. let ; 1. 33, Church ? ; 1. 55, Beguild ; 1. 62, foule
p. 77, 1. 91 , "" Sir,; 1. 95-6, Exeunt;
p. 80, 1. 39, "" tattred ; 1. 40, fimples ; 1. 42, tortoyes hung
p. 81, 1. 3 , "" Romeo ; 1. 5, barefoote
p. 82, 1. 16, 99 fearefull ; V. iii. 17, for
p. 84, 1. 62, 99 Put not ; 1. 66, Stay .. liue ; I. 74, faith ; 1. 76, betoffed
p. 85, l. 115,,, ingroffing ; 1. 120, kiffe. (The Catchword, of which the
lower part is cut off, is Enter.) 'Frier' is due to the lithografer's fancy.
The signature, almost cut off, is L 3.
p. 86, 1. 151 , read neft
p. 87, 1. 183,,, fafetie (under it, read and) ; 1. 184, Watch
p . 88, 1. 215, ‫ در‬father ; 1. 216, for
p. 89, 1. 253 , 99 Returnd
p. 91 , 1. 310. The me of Romeo has been clumsily rewritten by the careless
lithographers.
viii CAUSE OF THE DEFECTS. PERSONS REPRESENTED.

Mr Kell of Furnival Street (formerly Castle Str. ), Holborn, the printer of

this text,-who put on stone the transfers in lithografic ink supplied to him by
Mr Praetorius,-states that he has done his very best with the (often faulty)
transfers supplied to him. He has lost all his profit, and more, by paying for
cleanings and corrections by hand. The Museum copy of the Quarto is bad in
some pages, and the negatives required more painting out of letters printed
through, and more cleaning of the transfers, than the price of the book would
(in the fotografer's opinion) stand. In this work, good transfers from the
negatives are all in all.-F. J. F.

PERSONS REPRESENTED .

CHORUS MERCUTIO
SAMPSON COZIN CAPULET
GREGORIE } ofthe house of Capulet
FRIER LAWRENCE
ABRAM PETER
[ofthe house of
ANOTHER SERUING BALTHAZAR, Romeo's man
MAN Mountague] APPOTHECARIE
BENUOLIO FRIER IOHN
TIBALT PAGE OF PARIS
OLD CAPULET
OLD MOUNTAGUE CAPULET'S WIFE
PRINCE ESKALES MOUNTAGUE's Wife
ROMEO NURSE
COUNTIE PARIS IULIET
CLOWNE

Citizens ; Traine of Eskales ; Seruants ; Maskers ; Torchbearers ; Gueſts ;

Minstrels ; Watch.
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THE

MOST EX

cellent and lamentable

Tragedie , of Romeo

and Iuliet.

Newly corrected
,augmented, and

As it hath benefundry timespubliquely acted , by the

right Honourable the Lord Chamberlaine
his Seruants.

MOVE
K

DAY

LONDON
Printed by Thomas Creede, for Cuthbert Burby, and areto
be fold at his fhop neare the Exchange.
1599
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The Prologue .

Corus.

wo houſholds both alike in dignitie,

T'
*
(InfaireVerona where we lay our Scene)
*
From auncientgrudge,breake to new mutinie,
where ciuillbloud makes ciuill hands vncleane: 4*

Fromforth thefatall loynes ofthese twofoes, *

*
Apaire of
ftarre-croft louers,take their life:
whofe mifaduenturd pittions ouerthrowes, *

Doth with their death burie their Parentsftrife. 8*

Thefearfullpaffage oftheir death-markt loue, *

And the continuance oftheir Parents rage:
X

which but their childrens end nought could remoue: *

Is now the two houres trafficque ofour Stage . 12*

The which if
you withpatient eares attend, *

what heareshall miffe, our toylefhall

ftriue to mend.
*

A 2
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5

THE MOST EX

cellent and lamentable

Tragedie, of Romeo and Iuliet.

I.i.
EnterSamplon and Gregorie , with Swords and Bucklers ofthe

house ofCapulet.

Amp.Gregorie , on myword weele not carrie Coles.

Greg. No, for then we fhould be Collyers.
Samp. I meane,and we be in choller,weele draw. 4+
Greg. Iwhile you liue, draw your necke our ofcholler .
Samp. I ftrike quickly being moued.
Greg. But thou art not quickly moued to ſtrike. 8
Samp. A dog ofthe boufe ofMountague moues me.
Grego. To moue is to ftirre,and to be valiant,is to ftand:
12
Therefore ifthou art moued thou runſt away.
Samp. A dog ofthat houſe ſhall moue me to ſtand:
I will take the wall of any man or maide of Mounta
16
gues.
Grego. That thewes thee a weake flaue,for the weakeſt goes
to the wall.
Samp. Tis true, & therfore women being the weaker veílels +
20
are euer thruft to the wall:therforeI wil puſh Mountagues men
from the wall,and thruſt his maides to the wall.
Greg. The quarell is betweene our maifters , and vs their
24
men.
Samp. Tis all one,I will ſhew my felfe a tyrant,when I haue
+
fought with the men, I will be ciuil with the maides, I will cut
offtheirheads. 28
A 3 Grego, The
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I.i. The most lamentable Tragedie

Grego. Theheads of the maids.
Samp. I theheads ofthe maides,or their maidenheads,take it
in what ſenſe thou wilt.
32
Greg. They must take it ſenſe that feeleit.
Samp. Me they fhall feele while I amable to ftand , and tis
knowne I am a pretie peece offlesh.
36
Greg. Tis well thou art not fiſh,ifthou hadſt,thou hadſt bin
poore lohn : drawthy toole,here comes of the houfe ofMoun
tagues.
Entertwo otherferuingmen.
40 Samp. My naked weapon is out,quarell,I will backthee.
Greg. How,turne thy backe and runne?
Samp. Feare me not.
Greg. No marrie,I feare thee.
44 Sam Let vs take the law ofour fides,let them begin.
Gre. Iwill frown as I paffe by,and let them take it as they lift.
48 Samp, Nay as they dare,I wil bite my thumb at them,which
+

is difgrace to them if they beare it.

Abram. Doyou bite your thumbe atvs fir
52 Samp. I dabite my thumbe fir.
Abra. Do you bite your thumb at vs firt
Samp. Is the law ofour fide ifI fayI?
56 Greg. No.
Samp. Nofir, I do not bite mythumbe at youfir , but I bite
mythumbefir.
Greg. Doyouquarell firs
60 Abra, Quarellfir,no fir
+ Să.But ifyoudo fit , I amforyou,I ferue as good a ma asyou.
Abra. No better.
64 Samp. Wellfir. Enter Bennolio.
Greg. Saybetter,here comes one ofmy maiſters kinſmen .
+ Sam. Yes better fir.
68 Abra. You lie.
Samp. Drawifyoube men, Gregorie,remember thy washing
blowe. Theyfight
Benao, Part fooles , put vpyourſwords,you know not what
Enter
72 you do.
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EnterTibalt.
Tibal . What art thou drawne among theſe hartleffe hindes?
eurne thee Benuolio,looke vpon thy death.
Benuo, I do but keepethe peace,put vp thy fword,
or manage it to part theſe men with me. 76
+
Tib.What drawne and talke ofpeace: I hate the word,
as I hate hell,ali Mountagues andthee: Stage
Haue at thee coward. < Di
rection
Enterthree orfoure Citizens with Clubs orpartyfons.
offi. Clubs,Bils and Partifons,ftrike, beate them downe, 80
Downewiththe Capulets,downe withthe Mountagues.
Enterold Capulet in hisgowne, andhis wife.
Capu. What noyfe is this ?giue me my long(word hoe,
Wife. A crowch,a crowch,why call you for a ſword?
Cap. My fword I fay,old Mountagueis come, 84
Andflorifhes his blade infpight ofme.
Enter-oldMountague andhis wife.
Mount. Thou villaine Capulet,hold me not,let me go.
M. Wife. 2. Thou shalt not ftir one foote to feeke afoc.
Enter Prince Eskales ,with his traine.
Prince. Rebellious fubie&ts enemies to peace, 88
Prophaners ofthis neighbour-ftayned ſteele,
Willthey not heare?what ho, you men , you beafts :
That quench the fire ofyour pernicious rage,
With purple fountaines iffuing from yourveines: 92
On paine oftorture from thofe bloudie hands,
Throwyour miftempered weapons to the ground,.
And heare the fentence ofyour moued Prince,
Three ciuill brawles bred ofan ayric word, 96 +
Bythee oid Capulet and Mountague,
Haue thrice difturbd the quiet of our ftreets,
+

And made Neronas auncient Citizens ,

Caft by their graue befeeming ornaments, 100
To wield old partizans,in hands as old,
Cancred with peace, to part your cancred hate,
Ifeuer youdiflurbe ourſtreets againe,
Your
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I.i. The moſtlamentable Tragedie

104 Your hues fhall pay the forfeit ofthe peace.
For this time all the reft depart away:
You Capulet hall go along with me,
And Mountague come you this afternoone,
+ 108 Toknow our farther pleaſure in this cafe:
To old Free-towne, our commonjudgementplace:
Oncemore on paine ofdeath,all men depart.
Exeunt.
Mounta. Who fet this auncient quarell new abroach ?
112 Speake Nephew,were you by when it began
Ben. Here were the feruants ofyour aduerfarie
Andyours,clofe fighting ere I did approach,
I drew to part them,in the inſtant came
116 Thefictie Tybalt,with his fword preparde,
Which as he breath'd defiance to my eares,
He fwoong about his head and cut the windes,
Who nothinghurt withall,hift him in fcorne:
120 While wewere enterchaunging thruſts and biowes,
Came more and more,and fought on part and part,
Till the Prince came,who parted either part.
Wife. Owhereis Romeo,fawyouhim to day?
+124 Right glad I am,he was not at this fray.
Benuo. Madam,an houre before the worshipt Sun,
Peerdeforth the golden windowofthe Eaft,
f Atroubled minde driue meto walke abroad,
+ 128 Where vnderneath the groue ofSyramour,
That Weftward rooteth from this Citiefide:
So early walking did I fee yourfonne,
Towards him I made,bushe was ware ofme,
132 Andftole into the couert ofthe wood,
I meafuring his affections by my owne,
Which then moſt fought,where moft might notbe
Being one too many by my wearie felfe, (found:
+ Purfued my humor,not purfuing his,
136 Andgladly fhunned,who gladly fled from me.
Mounta. Many amorning hathhe there bin feene,
With
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With teares augmenting the freſh mornings deawe,

Adding to cloudes,more clowdes with his deepe fighes,
But all fo foone,as the alcheeringSunne, 140
Should in the fartheft Eaft begin to draw,
The ſhadiecurtaines from Auroras bed,
Awayfrom light ſteales home my heavie ſonne,
And priuate in his Chamber pennes himſelfe, 144
Shuts vp his windowes,locks faire day-light out,
And makes himſelfe an artificiall night :
Blacke and portendous muft this humorproue,
Vnleffe goodcounfell may the cauſe remoue. 148
Ben. My Noble Vnele doyou know the cauſe?
Moun. Ineither know it, nor can learne ofhim .
Ben. Haueyou importunde himby anymeanes ?
Mona, Bathby my felfe and many other friends, 152+
Buthe is owne affections counfeller, +
Is to himfelfe( I will not fay how true)
But to himselfe fo fecret and fo clofe,
So farrefromfounding and difconerie, 156
As is the bud bit with an enuiousworme,
Ere he can spread his fweete leaues to the ayre,
Or dedicate his bewtie to the fame.
Could webut learne from whence his forrows grow, 160
We wouldas willingly giue cure as know.
EnterRomeo.
Benu. See where he comes,fo pleaſeyouſtep afide,
Ile know his grecuance or be much denide.
Moun. I would thou wert fo happie by thyftay, 164
To heare true thrift,come Madam lets away.
Exeunt.
Bennol. Good morrow Coufin,
Romeo. Isthe dayfo young?
Ben. But newftrooke nine.
Romeo. Ayme,fad houres feemelong:
Was that my father that went hencefo faſt? 768

Ben. It was: what fadnelle lengthens Romeoshoures?

B Rom. Not
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Ro.Not hauing that,which hauing,makes the fhort.
Ben. In loue.
Rom. Out.
Ben. Ofloue.
174 Rom. Out ofher fauourwhere I am in loue:
Ben. Alas that loue fo gentle in his view,
Should be fo tirannous and rough in proofe.
Romeo. Alas that loue,whoſe view is muffled ftill,
778 Should without eyes,fee pathwaies to his will:
Where ſhall we dine? ô me!what fray was here?
Yet tell me not, for I haue heard it all:
Heres muchto do with hate,but more with loue:
182 Why then ôbrawling loue, ôlouing hate,
O any thingofnothing first created:
Oheauic lightneffe,ferious vanitie,
Miſhapen Chaos ofwelíeeing formes,
186 Feather oflead,bright ſmoke,cold fier, ficke health,
Still wakingfleepe that is not what itis.
This loue feele I,that feele no loue in this,.
Docft thou not laugh?
Benu. No Coze,I rather weepe.
Rom. Good hart at what?
190 Benu. Authy good hartsoppreffion.
Romeo. Why fuch is loues tranfgreffion:
Griefes ofmine owne lie heauie in my breaſt,
Which thou wilt propogate to haue it preaft,
194 With more ofthine, this loue that thou hafl fhowne,
+
Doth ad moregriefe, too too much of mineowne.
Loue is a fmoke made with the fume offighes,
Beingpurgd,a fi efparklingin louers eies,
198 Being vext, a fea nourisht with loung teares,
What is it elfeta madneſſe, moſt diſcreete,
A choking gall,and a preferuing fwecte:
Farewell my Coze.
Ben. Soft I will go alongs
202 Andifyou leaue me fo,youdo mewrong.
But
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Rom. Tut I haue loft myfelfe,I am not here,

This is not Romeo,hees fome other where.
Ben. Tell me in fauneffe,who is that you loue?
206
Ro. What fhall I grone and tell thee?
Ben. Grone, why no but fadly tell me who?
Ro. A ficke manin fadneffe makes his will:
Aword ill vrgd to one that is fo ill:
In fadneffe Cozin,I do loue a woman. 210

Ben. I ayinde fo neare,whenI fuppofde you lou'd.

Ro. A right good mark man,and ſhees faire I loue.
Ben. Aright faire marke faire Coze is fooneſt hit,
Romeo. Well in that hit you miffe, fheel not be his 214
With Cupids arrow,fhehath Dians wit:
And in ftrongproofe ofchaftitie well armd,
From loues weak childifh bow thelines vncharmd.
Shee will not stay the fiege ofloning tearmes, 278
Norbide th❜incounter ofaffailing cies. +
Nor ope her lap to faint feducing gold,
Ofhe is rich,in bewtie onely poore, +
That when the dies,with bewtie dies her ſtore. 222
Ben.The fhe hath fworn,that the wilftil liue chalte?
Ro.She hath,and in that fparing make huge waſtes
For bewuefteru'd with her feueritie,
226
Cuts bewrie offfrom all pofteritie.
She is too faire,too wife,wifely too faire,
To merit bliſſe by making me diſpaire :
Shee hath forfworne to louc,and in that vow,
Do I liue dead,that liue to tell it now. 230

Ben. Be rulde by me,forget to thinke ofher.

Ro. Oteach me how I fhould forget to thinke
Ben. By giving libertie vato thine eyes,
Examine other bewties.
Ro. Tis the wayto call hers (exquifit) in queftionmore, 234
Thefe happic maskes that kis faite Ladies browes,
Being black,puts vs in mind they hide the faire:
He that is ftrooken blind,cannot forget 238
B 2 The
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I.i. The moſtlamentableTragedie

The precious treasure ofhis eye-fight loſt,
Shew me a miſtreffe that is paffing faire,
What doth her bewtie ferue butas a note,
242 Where I may reade who paft that paffing faire:
Farewel,thoucanst not teach me to forget,
Ben. Ile pay that doctrine,or èlfe die in debt, Exeunt.
Lii. Enter Capuler,Countie Paris,and the Clowne.
+ Capu. But Mountagueisbound as well asI,
In penaltiealike, and ris not hard I thinke,
For men fo old as we to keepe the peace.
Par. Ofhonourable reckoning areyou both,
Andpittie tis,you liu'd at ods fo long:
Butnow my Lord, what layyou to myfixer
Capu But faying ore what I haue faid before,
8 My childis yet a ftraungerin the world,
Shee hath notfeene the change of fourteen yeares,
Let two more Sommers wither in their pride,
Erewe may thinke her ripeto beabride.
12 Pari, Younger then the,are happie mothers made.
Capu. And toofoone mard are thofe fo early made:
Earth hathfwallowedall my hopes butthe,
Shees the hopefull Lady of my earth:
16 Burwooe her gentle Paris get her harts
Mywill to her confent,is but a part.
And fheeagreed,within her fcope ofchoife
Lyes my confent,and faire,according voyce:
20 This night I hold, an old accuſtomd feaft,
Whereto I haue inuited many a gueſt:
Such as I loue,and you among thestore,
One more, moſt welcome makes my number more:
24 At my poore houfe,looke to behold this night,
Earth readingftarres, that make darke heauen light :
Such comfort as do luftie young men feele,
When well appareld Aprill on the heele,
28 Oflimpingwinter treads,euen fuch delight
Among frethfennell buds fhall you this night
And
Inherit at myhoufe,heare all, all fee:
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Andlikeher moft,whofe merit moſt ſhall bee:
Which one more view,ofmany,minebeingone, 32
Mayſtand in number,though in reckning none.
Come go with me,go firrah trudge about,
Through faireVerona,find thofe perfons out,
Whoſe names are written there, and to them fay, 36
Myhouſe and welcome, on their pleaſure ſtay.
Exit.
Seru, Findthem out whoſe names are written.Here it is writ→
ten, that the ſhoo-maker fhould meddle withhis yard, and the
tayler with his laſt,the fiſher with his penfill,& the painter with 40
his nets. But I amſent to find thoſe perſons whoſe names are
here writ , and can neuer find what names the writing perfon
hathbere writ (I muſt to thelearned) in goodtime. 44
EnterBemolio,and Romeo.
Ben. Tut man,one fire burnes out,an others burning,
Onpaine is lefned by an others anguiſh,
Turnegiddie,and be holpe by backward turning: 48
Onedefperate greefe,cureswith an others languiſh;
Takethoufome newinfection to thy eye,
And theranckepoyfon ofthe old will dye.
Romea. Your Plantan leafeis excellent for that. 52
Ben. For what I praythee?
Romeo. Foryour broken fhin.
Ben. Why Romeo,art thou mad?
Rom. Not mad,but bound more then a mad man is:
Shut vpinprifon,kept without my foode, 56
Whipt andtormented,and Godden good fellow.
Ser. Godgigoden,I pray fit can youread?
Rom . Iming owne fortune in my miferie. 60
Ser. Perhaps you have learned it without booke:
But I pray can you read any thing you ſee?
Rom.I ifI know the letters and the language. 64
Ser. Yeefayhoneftly, reft you merrie.
Rom. Stay fellow,I can read.

B 3 He
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He reades the Letter,
+
68 Martino, & his wife anddaughters:Countie Anfelme
and his bewtionsfifters: the Lady widdow ofVtruuio, Seigneur
Placentio,anabis lonely Neeves : Mercutio andhas brother Va
lentine:mine Uncle Capulethis wife and daughters:my faire Nerce
72 Rofaline,Liuia,Seigneur Valentio,and his Coſen Tybalt: Lucio
and the lively Hellena.
A faire affemblie,whither ſhould they come?
76 Ser. Vp.
+

Re. Whithertofupper?
Ser. Toour houſe.
Re. Whofe houſe?
80 Ser. MyMaiſters.
Ro. Indeed Ifhould haue askt you that before.
Ser. Now ile tell you without asking. My manter is the great
rich Capulet , and ifyoube not of the house of Mountagues, I
Stage >84
Direction praycome and cruſh a cup ofwine.Reftyou merrie.
Ben. Atthis fame auncient feaſt ofCapulets,
Sups the faire Rofaline whomthou fo loues:
With all the admired beauties ofVerona,
90 Gothither,and with vnattainted eye,
Compare herface with ſome that I thall ſhow,
And I will make thee thinke thy ſwana crow.
Rg. When the denout religion ofmine eye,
94 Maintaines fuch falſhood,then turne teares tofier:
And theſe who often drownde,could neuer die,
Tranfparent Hereticques be burnt for liers.
One faiter then myloue,the all feeing Sun,
98 Nere law her match,fince firft the world begun.
Ben. Tutyoufaw her faire none elſe beingby,
Herfelfe poyfd with her felfe in either eye:
But in that Chriftall fcales let there be waide,
102 Your Ladies loue againſt fome other maide:
That I will fhewyou fhining at this feaſt,.
+ And fhefhall feant fhew well that now feemes beſt.
Ro. lle go along no fuch fight to be ſhowne,
But
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But toreioycein fplendor ofmine owne. 106
EnterCapuletsWife andNurfe. I.iii .
Wife. Nurſe wher's my daughter call her forth to me.
Narfe . Now bymymaidenhead, at twełne yeare old I bad her
some,what Lamb,whatLadie- bird,Godforbid,
Where: this Girle?what Juliet.
EnterInliet.
Inliet. How now who calls?
Nur. Tour mother.
J. Madam I amhere,whatis yourwille
Wafe. Thisis the matter.Nurſe giue leane a while,we muſt talk
in fecret . Nurſecome backe againe, I haue remembred mee,
thouſe heare our counsel . Thouknoweit my daughters ofa pre
tie age.
Nurfe. Faith Ican tellher age untoanhoure.
Wife. Shee's not fourteene.
Nurfe, tle layfourteene ofmy teeth , and yet to my teenebe it 12
Spoken, I hanebutfoure,fbees notfourteene.
Howlong is itnow to Lammas tide?
Wife. A fortnight and odde dayes.
Nurfe, Enen or odde, ofalldaies in the yeare come Lammas Ɛue at 16

+
nightſtalſhebefourteen.Sulanandſhe,God reſtall Chriſtianſoules,
were ofan age WellSulan is with God,ſhe was toogoodfor me : But 20
as Iſaid,onLammas Eue at nightſhallſhe be fourteene , that ſhall
Shee marrie, I remember it well . Tis (ince the Earth-quake now
elevenyeares,andshe was weandIneuershall forget it, ofall the daies 24
oftheyeare upon that day :for Ihad thenlaide worme-wood to my
dug , fittinginthefun underthe Done-house wall. My Lord and
you werethenat Mantua,nay Idoo beare a braine . But as Ifaid, 28
when it did taſte the worme-wood on the nipple of my dug , and
felt it butter,pretiefoole, tofee it teachie andfall out with the Dugge. 32
Shake quoth theDone-houſe , twano needItrow to bidme trudge:
andfince that timeit is a leuenyeares,forthenſhe couldflandbyiene,
nay bythroodeshe couldhawerun and wadled all about : for cuen 36
the daybefore he broke her brow,and then my husband, God be with
ms
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Liii
The moſt lamentable Tragedie
40 his foule,a waa merrie man , took up the child, yea quoth he, doeft
thenfall upon thyface?thou wiltfall backwardwhen thou hast more
wit,wilt thounot lule ? Andbymy holydam , the pretie wretchleft
44 crying,andſaid I:tofee now howaicaſtſhall come about : I warrant,
+ and Iſhouldline a thouſandyeares,I neuerſhouldforget it: wiltthon
+48 not Iulequoth be ? andpretiefoole itfiinted,andſaid 1.
OldLa. Inough ofthis,I praythee hold thy peace.
Nurſe. Tes Madam,yet I cannot chuje but laugh , to thinke i
52 ſhouldleane crying,andfay I: andyet I warrant it had uponit brow,a
bump as big as ayoungCockrelsfone: aperilous knock, and it cryed
bitterly. Teaquoth myhusband, fatift upon thyface, thenwillfall
56 backward when thou commeſt toage : wilt thounos lule? Itflinted,
and ſaid I..
Iuli. And flint thou too,I pray thec Nurſe, ſayI.
Nurfe. Peace Ibane done : God marke thee toohis grace , thou
60 waft theprettiest babe that ere I nurſt, and I migist Lue to ſee thec
marriedonce,Ihauemy wiſh.
OldLa, Marrie, that marrie is thevery theame
64 I came to talke of,tell me daughter Inliet,
+ Howftands your difpofition tobe married?
Inhet. It is an houre that I dreame not of
Nurſe. An houre,were not I thine onelyNurſe,Iwouldſay thos
68 badftfuckt wifedomefrom thyteate.
OldLa. Well thinke of marriage now, yonger thenyou
Herein Verona,Ladies ofeſteeme,
+ Are made alreadie mothers by my count.
72 Iwasyour mother,muchvpon thefe yeares
That you are now a maide,thus then in briefe:
The valiant Paris feekes youfor his loue.
Nurfe. Amanyoung Lady,Lady,fuch a man as allthe world.
76 Whybeesaman ofwaxe:
Old La. Verona Sommer hath not ſuch a flower
Nurſe. Naybees aflower infaich a veryflower.
Ou Le. What fay you,can you loue the Gentleman?
80 This night you shallbehold him at ourfeaft,
Reade ore the volume ofyoung Paris face,
And
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And find delight,writ there with bewties pen,
Examine every married liniament, t
And fee howone an other lends content: 84
And what obfcurde in this faire volume lies,
Finde writteninthe margeant of his eyes.
This preciousbooke ofloue,this vnbound louer,
Tobewtific him,onely lacks a Couer. 88
The fifh liues in the ſea, and tis much pride
For faire without the faire,within to hide:
That booke in manies eyes doth ſharethe glorie
92
That ingold clafpes locks in thegolden ftorie:
So fhall you share all that he doth poffelle,
Byhauing him,making your felfe no leffe.
Nurfe. No leffe.nay bigger women grow by men.
OldLa. Speake briefly,can youlike ofParu louc? 96
Ili. Ile looke to like,iflooking liking moue.
Butno more deepe will I endart mine eye, St
Thenyour confent gives ftrength to make flie. Enter Seruing. t age
Direction
Ser. Madamthe guests are come,fupper feru'd vp,you cald, 100
myyoung Lady askt for,the Nurfe curft in the Pantrie, and e
uerie thingin exuemitie : I muſt hence to wair , Ibeseech you
104 Stage
followftraight. Directi
Mo. We follow thee, Juliet the Countieftaies.
Nur. Go gyrle,fecke happie nights to happie dayes:
Exeunt.
Enter Romeo,Mercutio, Benuolio,withfine orfixe other I.iv.
Maskers, torchbearers.
Romea. What fhall this fpeech be ſpoke for our excuſe?
Of ſhall we on without appologie?
Ben. The date is out offuch prolixitic,
Weelehane noCupid,hudwincke with a skarfe, 4
Bearing a Tartars painted bowoflath,
Skaring the Ladies like a Crowkeeper. 6
Butlet them meaſure vs by what theywill,
Weele meaſurethem a meaſure andbe gone.
Rom. Giue meatorch, I am not for this ambling,
с Being
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I.iv. The moſt lamentableTragedie

12 Beingbut heauie I will beare the light.
Mercu. Nay getle Romeo,we muſt haue you dance.
Ro. Not I beleeuc me,you hauedancingfhooes
t With nimblefoles, I haue afoule ofLeade
16 Softakes me to theground I cannot moue.
Mer. Youare a Louer,borrow Cupids wings,
Andfore with them aboue a common bound,
Rom, I am too fore enpearced with his fhaft,
†20 Tofore with his light feathers,and fo bound,
Icannot bounda pitch aboue dull woe,
Vnder loues heauie birthen do Ifincke.
Horatio. Andtofink in it ſhould you burthen loue,
+ &

24 Toogreat oppreffion for a tenderthing.

Rom. Is.loue a tender thing? it is too rough,
Too rude ,too boyftrous,and it pricks like thorne.
Mer.Ifloue be rough with you,be roughwithloue
28 Prick loue forpricking,and you beate loue downe,
Giue me a cafe to put my vilage in,
Aviforfora vifor,what care I
What curious eye doth cote deformities:
†
32 Hereare thebeetle browes fhall bluſh for me.
Benu. Come knock and enter,and nofooner in,
But euery man betake him to his legs.
Ro. Atorchfor me,letwantons light ofheart
Ticklethefenceleffe ruſhes with their heeles :
36
For I amprouerbd with a graunfire phrafe,
+

Ile be a candle- holder and looke on,

Thegame was nereto faire, and I am dum,
+

Mer.Tut.duas the mouſe,the Conftables own word

40
Ifthou art dun ,weele drawthee from the mire
Or faueyou reuerence loue, wherein thouftickeft
t
Vp tothe eares,come we burne daylight ho.
Re. Nay thats not fo.
† 44 Mer. I meane fir in delay
Wewaſte ourlights in vaine,lights lights by day:
t Take ourgood meaning,for our indgement fits,
Fiue
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ofRomeo and Juliet.
Fiue times in that,ere once in our fine wits. 48
Re. Andwe meane well in going to this Mask
But is no witto go.
Mer. Why, may one aske?
Rom. Idreampt adreame to night.
Mer. Andfo did I.
Ro. Well what was yours?
Mer. That dreamers often lie. 52
Ro. In bed afleep while they do dream things true.
Mer. O then Ice Queene Mab hath bin with you:
She is the Fairies midwife,and the comes in ſhape no bigger the 56†
an Agotſtone, on the forefinger ofan Alderman, drawne with

+
ateeme oflittle ottamie,ouer mens nofes as they lie afleep : her
waggofpokes made oflög fpinners legs: thecouer,ofthe wings cot
ofGrafhoppers,her traces ofthe ſmalleſt ſpider web,her collors
ofthe moonſhineswatry beams her whipofCrickets bonc,the 64
laſh of Philome, her waggoner , a small grey coated Gnat, not
halfſo big as a round litle worme,prickt from the lazie finger of
a man.Her Charriot is an emptie Hafel nut,Made by the loyner 68
fquirrel orold Grub,time out amind , the Fairie› Coatchmakers:
and in thisſtate the gallops nightby night, throgh louers brains,
and thenthey dreame ofloue.On Courtiers knees, that dreame 72↑
on Curlies ftrait ore Lawyers fingers who ſtrait dreame on fees, t
ore Ladies lips who ſtrait one kifles dream, which oit the angrie
Mabwith blifters plagues , becauſe their breath with ſweete 76
meates tainted are. Sometime the gallops ore a Courtiers noſe,
and then dreames he offmelling out a fute:and ſometime comes 80+
Thewith a tithpigs tale,tickling a Perfons nofe as a lies afleepe,
then he dreams ofan other Benefice. Sometime fhe driueth ore
a fouldiers neck,and then dreames he ofcuttingforrain throates, 84
of breaches,ambuſcados,ſpaniſh blades : Ofhealths fiue fadome
t
deepe , and then anon drums in his care , at which he starts and
wakes,and being thus frighted, fweares a praier or two & fleeps 88
againe this is that veryMab that plats the manes ofhorſes inthe
night : and bakesthe Elklocks in foule fluttiſh haires , which
oncevntangled,much misfortune bodes.
C 2 This
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Liv.
The moft lamentable Tragedie
92 This is the hag, when maides lie on their backs,
That preffes them and learnes themfirft to beare,
Makingthem women ofgoodcarriage:
This is fhe.
Romeo. Peace, peace,Mercutio peace,
Thou talkftof nothing
96 Mer, True, I talke ofdreames:
Which are the children ofan idle braine,
Begot ofnothing but vaine phantafie:
Which is asthin offubſtance as the ayre,
100 And more inconftant then thewind who wooes?
Euen nowthe frozen bofome ofthe North:
Andbeing angerd puffes awayfromthence,
Turning hisfide to the dewe dropping South.
104 Ben.This windyou talk of,blows vs from our felues,
Supper is done,and we ſhall come too late.
Ro. I feare too earlic,for mymind mifgiues,
Someconfequence yet hangingin the ftarres,
108 Shall bitterly begin his fearfull date,
With this nights reuels, and expire the terme
Of a defpifed life clofde in my breft:
By fome vile fofreit of vntimely death.
+

112 But he that hath the ſtirrage of my courſe,

Directmyfute, on luſlie Gentlemen.
Ben. Strike drum.
They marchaboutthe Stage, and Seruingmen.comeforthwith
I.v. Napkins.
+

EnterRomeo.
Ser. Wheres Porpan that he helpes not to take away ?
He fhift a trencher,he ſcrape a trencher?
+4 1.When good manners fhall lie all in one or twomens hands
And theyvowafht too,tis a foule thing,
Ser. Awaywith the joynftooles,remouethe Courtcubbert,
3 looketo the plate ,good thou, ue me a peece ofMarch-pane,
+ and asthou loues me, let the porter lerini Suſan Grindſtone,and
Nell,Anthonie and Porpan
2. 1 Boy
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2. Iboyreadie. 12
Ser, Youare lookt for,and cald for,askt for,and fought for in
the great chamber.
3. Wecannot be here andthere too,chearely boyes, †Pers
Be briska while,and the longer liuer take all. 16
Exeunt.
Enteralltheguests andgentlewomen tothe
Maskers.
1. Capu. Welcomegentlemen, Ladies that haue their toes
Vnplagued with Cornes,will walke about with you:
Ah mymifteffes,which ofyou all 20
Willnow denie to daunce,fhe that makes daintie,
She Ile fwear hath Corns:am I come neare ye now?
Welcome gentlemen,I haue ſeene theday
That I haue worne a viſor and could tell 24
Awhispering tale in a faireLadies care:
Such as would pleaſe:tis gone,tis gone,tis gone,
You arewelcome, gentlemen come,Mufitions play.
Mufickplayes and they dance. +
Ahall,a hall,gine roome,andfoote it gyrles, 28t
Morelightyou knaues,and turne the tables vp:
And quench thefire,the roomeis growne too hot.
Ah firrah,this vnlookt for fport comes well:
32
Nayfit, nay fit,good Cozin Capulet,
Foryou and I are paft our dauncing dayes:
How long ift now fince laſt your ſelfe and I
Were in a maske?
2. Caps. Berlady thirtie yeares.
I. Capu. What man tis not ſo much,tis not ſo much, 36
Tisfince the nuptiall of Lucientio; +
ComePentycoft as quickly as it will,
Somefiue and twentie yeares,andthen we maske.
2. Capu. Tis more,tis more,his fonne is elderfir: 40
Hisfonne is thirtic.
+ Pers
1. Caps. Will you tellmethat?
His fonne was but a ward 2. yeares ago.
C 3 Romeo. What
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Iv
Themoſt lamentable Tragedie
t Ro. What Ladies that which doth enrich the hand
44
Ofyonder Knight?
Ser. I knownot fir.
Re. Ofhe dothteach the torches to burn bright:
Itfeemes the hangsvpon the checke ofnight:
48 Asarich lewel in an Ethiops care,
Bewtie too rich forvfo,for earth too deare:
Sofhowes afnowie Doue trooping with Crowes,
Asyonder Lady ore herfellowes fhowes:
52 Themeafure done,Ile watch her place offtand,
And touching hers,make bleffed my rude hand.
Did myhart loue till now,forfweare it fight,
† For I nerefawtrue bewtie till this night.
56 Tibal. This by his voyce, fhould be a Mountague.
Fetch me my Rapier boy,what dares the flaue
Comehither couerd with an anticqueface,
To fleere and fcorne at our folemnitie?
60
Now bytheſtocke and honor ofmy kin,
To ftrike him dead, I hold it nota fin,
Cape. Why how now kinsman , wherefore ftorme
Tib. Vncle, this is a Mountague our foe: (youfor
64 A villaine that is hither comein fpight,
Tofcorne at our folemnitiethis night.
Cap. Young Romeo is it.
Tib. Tishe, that villaine Romeo.
Capu. Contentthee gentle Coze,let him alone,
68 Abeares him like a portly Gentleman:
And to fay truth,Verona brags ofhim,
Tobe a vertuous and welgouernd youth,
t Iwould not for the wealth ofallthis Towne,
72 Here in my houfe do him diſparagement :
Therefore be patient,take no note ofhim,
It is my will,the which ifthou reſpect,
Shew afaire prefence,and put off thefefrownes,
76 An illbefeerning ſemblance for a feaft.
Tib. It fits whenfuch avillaine is agueſt.
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Ile not endure him.
Capu. He shall be endured.
What goodman boy,I fay he fhall,go too, 80
Am I the mafter here or you?go too,
Youle not endure him,god fhall mend my foule,
Youle make a mutinie among my gueſts:
You wilfet cock a hoope,youle bethe man.
Ti. Why Vncle, tis a fhame.
84
Capu. Go too,go too,
You are afawcie boy, ift foindeed?
This trickmay chance to fcath you I know what,
You must contrarie me,marrie tis time,
88
Wellfaid myhearts,you are a princox, go,
Be quiet,or more light more light for ſhamo,
lle make you quiet(what)chearely myhearts.
71. Patience perforce,with wilfull choller meeting,
92
Makes my flesh tremble in their different greetings
I will withdraw,but this intruſion ſhall

+
Nowfeeming(weet,conuert to bittreft gall. Exit.
Ro. IfIprophane with my vnworthieſt hand,
96
Thisholy fhrine,the gentle fin is this,

+
Mylips two blufhing Pylgrims did readie ftand,
Tofmoothe that rough touch with a tender kis.
I.Good Pilgrimyou do wrog your had too much
Which mannerly deuocion fhowes in this, 100
For faints haue hands, that Pilgrims hands dotuch,
And palme to palme is holy Palmers kis..
Ro. Haue not Saints lips and holy Palmers too?
Jul. I Pilgrim, lipsthat they muſt vſe in praire. 104
Rom.Othen deare Saint,let lips do what hands do,
They pray(grant thou) leaſt faith turne to diſpaue.
Is.Saints do not moue,thogh grantfor praiers fake.
Ro. Then moue not while my praiers effect I take, 108
Thus from my lips,by thine myfin is purgd.
In. Thehaue my lips the fin that they have tooke.
Giue
Re. Sinfrom my lips,ô trefpas ſweetly vrgd:
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Giue me my fin againe.
112 Iuli. Youe kifle bith booke.
Nur. Madam your mother craues a word with you.
Ro. What is her mother?
Nurf. Marrie Batcheler,
Her mother is the Lady ofthe houſe,
116 And agood Ladie,and a wife and vertuous,
INurft her daughter that you talkt withall:
I tell you,he that can lay hold ofher
Shall haue the chincks.
Ro. Is fhea Capulet?
120 O deare account ! my life is myfoes deb: ·
Ben, Away begon,theſport is at the beſt.
Ro. Ifo I feare,the more is my vnreft.
Capu. Nay gentlemen prepare not to be gone,
124 We haue a trifling foolish banquet towards:
Is it ene forwhy then I thanke you all.
I thankeyou honeft gentlemen.good night:
Moretorches here,come on,then lets to bed.
128 Ahfirrah,by myfaie it waxes late,
Ile to my reft.
Inli. Čome hither Nurfe,what is yond gentleman:
Nurf. The fonne and heire ofold Tyberio.
132
Ink. Whats he that now is going out ofdoores
Nur. Marrie that I thinke be young Petruchio.
In. Whats hethat follows here that wold not dace?
Nur. I know not.
136 Iuli, Go aske his name, if he be married,
t Mygraue is like to be my wedding bed.
Nurf . Hisname is Romeo,and a Mountague,
The onelyfonne ofyour great enemic.
140 Inli. My onely loue fprung from my onely hate,
Too earliefeene,vnknowne,and knownetoo late,
Prodigious birth ofloue it is to mee,
That I muft loue a loathed enemie.
t Nurf
. Whats tis? whats tis
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I. ArimeIlearnt euen now 144
Of one I dan&t withall.
One cals within Iuliet.
Nurf. Anon, anon:
Come lets away,the ftrangers all are gone.
Exeum.
Chorus. II.
Now old defire doth in his deathbedlie,
Andyoung affection gapes to be his heire,
That faire for which loue gronde for and would die,
Withtender Inliet match,is now not faire. t
Now Romeo is beloued,and loues againe,
Alike bewitched by the charme oflookes:
But to his foc fuppold he muſt complaine,
And ſhe ſteale loues fweete bait from fearfulhookes: 8
Being heldafoe,he may not haue acceſſe
To breathefuch vowes as louers vſe to ſweare,
And the as much in loue,her meanes much leffe,
12
To meete her new beloved any where:
But paffionlends thempower,time meanes to meete,
Tempring extremities with extreeme fweete.
EnterRomeo alone. II.i.

Ro. Can Igo forward when my heart is here,

Turne backe dull earth and find thy Center out,
Enter Benuolio with Mercutio.
Ben. Romeo, my Cofen Romeo, Romeo.
Mer. He is wife,and on my life hath fto!ne him home to bed.
Ben. He ran this way and leapt this Orchard wall.
Callgood Mercutio :
Naylle coniuretoo.
Mer. Romeo,humours,madman,paffion louer,
Appeare thou inthe likeneſſe of a ſigh,
Speake but on rime and I amfatisfied:
Crie but ay me,prouaint, but loue and day,
Speake to mygofhip Venus onefaire word,
12
One nicknamefor her purblind fonne and her,
D Young
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IIi.
The most lamentable Tragedie
Young Abraham :Cupid he that fhot ſo true,
When King Cophetua lou'd the begger mayd.
He heareth not,he ſtirreth not;he moueth not,
16 The Ape is dead,and I muft conjure him.
I coniure thee by Roſalinesbright eyes
By her high forehead,and her Scarlet lip,
By her fine foot, ftraight leg, and quiuering thigh,
20 And the demeanes,that there adiacent lie,
That in thy likenelfe thou appeare to ys.
Ben. Andifhe hearethee thouwilt anger him.
Mer.This cannot anger him,twould angerhim
24 Toraiſe a ſpirit inhis miſtreffe circle,
t Offome ſtrange nature;letting it there ftand
Till fhe had laid it.and conittred it downe,
That were fome fpight.
† 28 Myinuocation is faire & honeft, inhis miſtres name,
I conure onely but toraiſe vphim.
Ben. Come,he hath hid himfelle among theſe trees
To be conforted with the humerous night:
32 Blind is his loue,and beft befits the darke.
Mar. Ifloue be blind loue cannot hit the marke,
Now will he fit vnder a Medlertree,
And with his miſtreffe were that kind offruite,
36 As maides call Medlers,when they laugh alone.
ORomeothat the weto, ô that ſhe were
An open, orthou a Poprin Peare.
Romeogoodnight, ile to my truckle bed,
40 This field-bed is too coldfor me to fleepe,
Come fhall we go?
Ben. Go then,for tis in vaine to feeke him here
Stage That meanes not to befound. Exit,
Direction
I.ii. Ro. He ieafts at fcarres that neuerfelt a wound,
But ſoft,what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the Eaft,and Inlet is the Sun.
4 Arilefaire Sun and kill the enuious Moone,
Whois alreadicficke and pale with greefe;
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That thouher maide art far more faire then ſhes
Be not her maide fince he is enuious,
Her veftall liuery is but ficke and greene, 8
And none but fooles do weare it, caft it off:
It is myLady,ôit ismy loue,ôthat ſhe knew she wer,
She fpeakes,yet the faies nothing,what ofthat? 10
Her eye difcourfes, I will anfwere it:
I am too bold.tis not to me the ſpeakes;
Two ofthefaireft ſtarres in all the heauen,
Hauingfome bufines to entreate her eyes, 16t
Totwinckle in their ſpheres till they returne.
What ifher eyes were there,they in her head,
The brightneffe ofher cheekwoldfhame thoſe ſtars,
As day-light doth a lampe,her eye in heauen, 20
Would through the ayrie region ftreameſobright,
That birds wouldfing, andthinke it were not night:
See how the leanes her cheeke vpon her hand.
Othat I were a gloue vpon that hand, 24
That I might touch that checke.
In. Ayme.
Ro. She ſpeakes.
Oh fpeake againe bright Angel,for thou art
As glorious to this night being ore my head,
As is awinged meffengerofheauen 28
Vntothe white vpturned wondring eyes,
Of mortalls that fall backe to gaze on him,
When he beſtrides the lazie puffing Cloudes,
Andfayles vpon the boſome ofthe ayre. 32
Juli. Romeo,Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeof
Denie thy father and refuſe thy name .
Orifthou will not be butfworne my louc,
And ile no longer be a Capulet. 36
Ro. Shall I heare more,or ſhall I ſpeake at this?
Iu. Tis but thy name that is my enemie:
Thou art thy felfe,though not aMountague,
Whats Mountague? it is norhand nor footo. 40
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Nor arme nor face, ô be fome other name
Belongingto a man.
t Whats in a name that which we call a roſe,
44 By any other word would ſmell as ſweete,
t So Romeo would wene he not Romeo cald,
Retaine that deare perfection which he owes,
t Without that cytle,Romeo doffe thy name,
48 And for thy name which is no part ofthee,
Take all myfelfe.
Ro. I take thee at thy word:
Call mebut loue,and Ile be new baptizde,
Henceforth I neuer will be Romeo.
52 Iuli, What man arethou , that thus befchreend in
Softumbleft on my counſell? (night
Re. By a name, I know not how to tellthee who I
My name deare faint, is hatefullto myfelfe, ( am :
56 Becauſe it is an enemie to thee,
Had I it written, I would tears the word,
Tuli.My cares haue yet not drunk a hundred words
Ofthy tongus vetering, yet I know the found.
во Art thou not Romeo,and a Mountague?
Re. Neither faire maide,if either thee diflike.
Luli.Howcamell thou hither,tel me,and wherfore?
The Orchard walls are high and hard to climbe,
64 And the place death,confidering who thou art,
Ifany ofmy kifmen find thee here.
Ro. With loues light wings did I orepearch theſe
Forftonie limits cannot holdloucour, (walls,
68 And what lone can do,that dares loue attempt :
Therefore thy kinfmen are no ftop to mne
Iu. Ifthey do fee thee,they will murther thee.
Ro. Alack there lies more perill in thine eye,
72 Thentwentie oftheir fwords, looke thoubut ſweete,
And I am proofe against their enmitic.
Inli. Iwould not for the world they ſawthee here.

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Ro. I haue nights cloake to hide me fro their eies,
And but thou loue me,let them finde me here, 76
Mylife were better ended by their hate,
Thendeath proroged wanting ofthy loue.
In. By whofe direction foundft thou outthisplace?
Re. Byloue that firftdid promp me to enquire, 80
Helent me counfell, and I lent him eyes:
I am no Pylat,yet wert thou as farre

+
As that vaft fhore washethwith the fartheft ſea,
I ſhould aduenture for fuch marchandiſe. 84
In. Thou knoweſt the mack ofnight is on myface,
Elfe would a maiden blush bepaint my checke,
For that which thou haft heard me fpeake to night,
Faine would I dwell on forme,faine,faine, denie 88
What I hauefpoke,but farwell complement.
Dorft thou loue me?I know thou wilt fay I : t
And I will take thy word,yet ifthou ſwearſt,
Thou maicft proue falfe at louers periuries. 92

+
They fay Ioue laughes,oh gentle Romeo,
Ifthou doft loue,pronounce it faithfully:
Or ifthou thinkeft I am too quickly wonne,
96
Ile frowne and be peruerle,and fay thee nay,
So thou wilt woae,but elfe not for the world,
In truthfaire Montague I amtoo fond:
And therefore thou maieſt think my behauior light,
100
But truit me gentleman,ile proue more true,
Then thofe that haue coyingtobe ſtrange,
I ſhould haue bene moreſtrange, I muſt confeſſe,
But that thou ouerheardſt ere I was ware,
704 †
Mytruloue paffion,therefore pardon me,
And not impute this yeelding to light loue,
Whichthe darke night hath fo diſcouered.
+

Ro. Lady,by yonder bleffed Moone I vow,

That tips with fluer all thefe frute tree tops. 108
Iu.Ofwear not by the moone th’inconſtant moone,
+

That monethly changes in her circle orbe,

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Leaft that thy loue proue, likewiſe variable.
Ro. What shall I fweare by?
112 Iu. Do notfweare at all:
Orifthou wilt,fweareby thy gracious felfe,
Which is the godof my Idolatrie,
And Ile beleeuethee:
Rg. Ifmy hearts deare loue.
116 In. Welldo notfweare,although I ioy in thee :
Ihaue noioy ofthis contract tonight,
Itis too raſh,too vnaduiſd,too fudden,
Toohke the lightning which dothcease to bee,
120 Ere one can fay,it lightens, fweete goodnight:
This bud of loue by Sommers ripeningbreath,
Mayproue abewtious floure when next we meete,
Goodnight,goodnight,as fweete repofe and reft,
124 Cometothy heart,as that within my breft.
R. Owiltthou leaue me fo vnfatisfied?
Iul. What fatisfaction canſt thou haue to night!
Ro.Th'exchange of thy loues faithful vow for mine.
128 Is. Igaue thee mine before thou didſt requeſt its
Andyet I would it were to giue againe.
Ro.Woldftthou withdrawit for what purpoſe loue?
Ju.. But to be franke andgiue it thee againe,
132 Andyet I wishbut for the thing I haue,
Mybountie is as boundleſſe as the ſea,
My loue as deepe,the more I giue to thee
The more I baue,forbothare infinite.
136 Iheare fome noyſe within.deare loue adue:
Stage
Direction Anon good nurſe ,ſweete Mountagne be true:
Stay but a little, I will comeagaine,
Ro. Obleffed bleſſed night,I amafeard
140 Being in night,all this is but a dreame,
Too flatteringfweete to be fubftantiall.
Ia.Three words deare Romeo,& goodnight indeed,
Ifthat thy bent ofloue be honourable,
144 Thypurpoſe marriage,fendme wordto morrow,
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By one that ile procure to come to thee,
Where and what timethou wilt performe the right,
Andall myfortunes at thy foote ile lay,
Andfollowthee my L. throughout the world. Madam. 148+ Stage
Direction
I come, anon : but ifthou meanest not well,
I do beseech thee (by and by I come) Madam. Stage
t Direction
Toceafe thy ftrife and leaue metomy griefe, 152
To morrow will Ifend.
Ro. Sothriue my foule.
Is. A thouſandtimes goodnight. Stage
Direction
Ro. Athousand times the worfe to want thy light,
Loue goes toward loue as ſchooleboyes from their bookes, 156
But loue from louc,toward fchoole with heauie lookes. t
Enter Juliet againe.
Inli. Hift Romeo hift, for afalkners voyce,
Tolurethis Taffel gentle back againe, 160
Bondageis hoarſe, and may not fpeake aloude,
Elfewould I teare the Caue where Eccho lies,
And makeherayrie tongue more hoarſe,then
164
With repetition ofmy Romeo.
Re. It is myfoule that calls vpon my name.
How filuer fweete, found louers tongues by night,
Like ſofteſt muſicke to attending cares.
In. Romeo.
Ro. My Neece.
I. What a clocke to morrow 168
Shall I fend to thee?
Ro. Bythe houre ofnine.
In. I will not faile,tis twentie yeare till then,
I haue forgot why I did call thee backe.
Ro. Let me ftand here till thou rememberit. 172
In Ifhall forget to havetheeftill ftand there,
Remembring how I loue thy companie.
Ro. And Ile ſtill ſtay, to haue thee fill forger,
Forgetting any other home but this. 176
L. Tis almoft morning,I would have thee gone,
Andyet no farther thenawantons bird, That t
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That lets ithopa litle from his hand,
180
Like apoore prifoner in his twiſted giues,
And with a filkenthreed,plucks it backe againe,
So louing lealous ofhis libertie,
Ro. Iwould I were thy bird.
J. Sweete fo would I,
184 Yet Iſhouldkill thee with much cheriſhing:
Good night, good night.
Pers t Parting is fuch fweete forrow,
That I fhall fay good night,tillit be morrow.
Iu. Sleep dwel vpon thine eyes.peace in thy breaft.
784
Ro. Would I were fleepe and peace fo fweet to reſt
The grey eyde morne fmiles on thefrowning night,
Checkringthe Eafterne Clouds withſtreaks oflight,
+ And darkneffe fleckted like a drunkard reeles,
From forth daies pathway,made by Tytans wheeles.
+189 Hence will I to my ghoſtly Friers cloſecell,
His helpe to craue,and my deare hap to tell.
Exit.
II.iii . EnterFrier alone with abasket. (night,
Fri. Thegrev- eyed morne fmiles onthe frowning
Checkingthe Eafterne clowdes with ſtreaks oflight:
And fleckeld darkneffe like a drunkard reeles,
4 From forth daies path,and Titans burning wheeles:
Now erethe fun aduance his burning eie,
The day to cheere, and nights dancke dewe to drie,
I must vpfill this ofier cage ofours,
With balefull weedes,and precious iuycedflowers,
The earth that's natures mother is her tombe,
What is her buryinggraue, that is her wombe:
And from her wombe children ofdiuers kinde,
12 We fuckingon her naturall bofome finde:
Many formany,vertues excellent:
None butfor fome,andyet all different.
Omickle is the powerfull grace that lies
18 In Plants,hearbes,ftones,and their true quallities :
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For nought fo vile, that on the earth doth liue,
But to the earth ſome ſpeciall good doth giue:
Nor ought fo good but ftraindfrom that faire vfe,
Reuolts from true birth,ſtumbling on abuſe. 20
Vertue it felfe turnes vice being mifapplied,
And vice fometime by action dignified .
EnterRomeo.
Withinthe infant rinde ofthis weake flower
Poyfon hath refidence, and medicine power: 24
For this being fimelt with that part, cheares eachpart,
Being tafted ſtaies all fences with the hart
Two fuch oppofed Kings encamp themstill,
In man as well as hearbes,grace and rude will: 28
Andwherethe worfer is predominant,
Full foone the Canker death eates vpthat Plant.
Ro. Goodmorrow father.
Pri. Benedicitie.
What early tongue fo fweere falureth me? 32
Young fonne,it argues adiftempered hed,
So foone tobid goodmorrowto thy bed:
Care keepes his watchin euery old mans eye,
And where care lodges,fleepe will neuer lye: 36
But where vnbruſed youth with vnftuft braine
Doth couch his lims, there goldenfleepe doth raigne.
Therefore thy ear linefle doth me aflure,
Thou art vproufd with fome diftemprature: 40
Orifnot fo,then here I hit it right,
Our Romeo hath not bene in bed to night.
Ro. That laft is true,theſweeter reft wasmine,
44
Fri. Godpardon fin,waft thou with Rofalıne?
Re With Refaline, my ghoftly father.no,
Ihaue forgot that name,and that names wo
Fri.Thats my good fon,but wher haft thou bin the
Ro. Ile tellthee ere thouaske it me agen: 48
I haue bene feafting with mine enemic,
Where on afudden one hath wounded me:
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IL.A.
The moft lamentable Tragedie
Thats by me wounded both, our remedies:
52 Within thy helpe and holy phificke lies :
I beareno hatred bleffed man: for los
My interceffion likewife fteads myfor.
Fri. Be plaine good ſonne and homely intby duft,
56 Riding confeffion,findes but ridling fhrife.
Ro. Then plainly know my harts deare boue is fet
On the faire daughter ofrich Capulet:
Asmine on hers,fo hers is fet on mine,
60 And all combind,faue what thou muſt combine
Byholy marriage,when and where,and bow,
We met,wewooed,and made exchange ofvow :
le tellthee as wepaſſe,but this I pray,
64 That thou conſent to marrie va to day.
Fri. Holy S. Francis what a change is here?
Is Roſaline that thou didſt loueſo deare,
Sofooneforfaken? young mens loue then lies
62 Not trulyin their hearts,btwintheir eies
Iefu Maria,what a deale ofbrine
Hath washt thy fallow cheekes for Rofahne?
Howmuch falt water throwne away m wafte,
72 To feafon loue, that ofit doth nottaſte.
The Sun notyet thy fighes, from heauen cleares
4-0+

t Thy oldgrones yet ringingin thine auncient carest

Lo here vponthy checke the flaine dothfit,
76 Ofanold teare that is not waſht offyet.
Ifere theu waft thy felfe,and theſe woes thine,
Thou and thefe woes were allfor Rofahne.
And art thou chang'd,pronounce this fentence then,
80 Women may fall,when theres noftrength in men
Ro. Thou chiditanc oft for louing Rojaline.
Fri. For doting, not for lovingpupill mine.
Ro,, And badít me burie loun
Fri. Not in a graue,
84 To layone in an other out tohaue.
Re
. Iplay thee chiɗe me not,ber.I love now.
Doth
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Doth grace for grace,and loue for love allow:

The other did not fo.
Fri. Ofhe knew well,
Thy loue did reade by rote, that could notſpell: 88
But come young wauerer ,come go with me,
In one refpect ile thy affiftant be :
For thisalliance may fohappieproue,.
To turne your houfholds rancorto pure loue. 92t
Ro. Olet vs hence , Iftand onſudden haft,
Fri, Wifelyand flow, they ſtumble thatrun faft,
Exeunt.
BaterBenuolio and Mercutio. II.iv

Mer. Where the deule fhould this Romegbe ? came hee not
home to night?
Ben. Not tohisfathers,I fpoke withhis man.
Mer. Why thatfame pale hard hearted wench,that Roſalme,
Torments him fo,that he will fure run mad.
Ben. Tibalt the kilman to old Capuler,hath ſent á leter to his
fathers houfe.
Mer. A challenge on my life. of
Ben. Romeo will answere it.
Mer. Any man that can write may anſwere a letter.
Ben. Nay,he wil anfwere the letters maiſter how he dares,be 12
ing dared.
Mercu. Alas poore Romeo, he is alreadie dead, ſtabd with a
white wenches blacke eye , runne through the care with a loue
fong , the very pinne of his heart , cleft with the blinde 16
bowe-boyes but-fhaft , and is hee a man to encounter Ty
balt?
Ro. Why whatisTybalt: + Pers.
Mer. More then Princeof Cats. Oh hees the couragious 20
captain ofComplements :he fights as you fing prickfong,keeps
tine,diftance & proportion,he refts,his minum refts, one two, t
and the third in your bolome : the very butcher ofa filke but 24†
tonja dualiſt a dualiſt, a gentleman ofthe very firſt houſe ofthe
E 2 firft
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first and fecond caufe, ah the immortall Paflado,the Punto re
uerfo,the Hay.
28 Ben. The what ?
Mer. The Pox offuch antique lifping affecting phantacies,
t thefe newtuners of accent : by lefu a very good blade, a very
32 tall man,avery good whore. Why is not this a lametable thing
graundfir, that we fhould be thus afflicted with thefe ftraunge
flies : thefe faſhion-mongers,thefe pardons mees, who standfo
36 much onthe new forme, that they cannot fit at cafe on the old
bench.O their bones,their bones.
Enter Romeo..
Ben. Here Comes Romeo,here comes Romeo.
40 Mer. Without his Roe, like adried Hering, Oflefh, flesh,
howart thoufifhified ? now is heforthe numbers that Perrach
flowedin : Laurato his Lady , was a kitchin wench , marrie
44 ſhe had a better loue to be ime her : Dido a dowdie , Cleopatra
a Gipfie,Hellen and Here,hildings and harlots : Thisbie agrey
eye or fo,but not to the purpoſe. Signior Romeo,Ronieur, theres
48 a French falutation toyour French flop : yougaue vs thecoun
terfeit fairly laft night.
Ro. Goodmorrow to you both , what counterfeit did I give
you?
52 Mer. The flipfir,the flip,can you not conceive?
t Ro. Pardon good Mercutio , my bufineffe was great, and in
fuch a cafe as mine, a man may ftraine curtefic.
56 Mer. Thats as much as to fay,fuch acafe as yours,conſtrains
aman to bowin the hams.
Ro. Meaningto curfie.
Mer. Thouhaft moftkindly hit it.
60 Ro. A moſt curtuous expofition.
Mer. Nay I am the very pinck of curtefie.
Ro. Pinckforflower.
Mer. Right
64 Ro. Whythenis my pump well flowerd.
Mer. Sure wit follow methis ieaft, now-till thou haft wome
out thypump,that when the fingle fole ofit is worne , the ieaſt
† 68 may remaine after the wearing,foly fingular,
Re O
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Ro Ofingle folde ieaft, foliefingular for the fingleneffe.

Mer. Comebetweene vs good Benuolio,my wits faints. 72

Ro. Swits and ſpurs,(wits and ſpurres, or ile crie a match.

Mer. Nay, ifour wits run the wildgooſe chaſe, I am done: 76
Forthou haft more of the wildgoofe in one ofthy wits , then I
amfure I hauein my whole fiuc. Was I with you there for the
goofe?
Ro. Thou waft neuer with me for any thing,when thouwaſt 80
not there forthe goofe.
Mer. Iwill bite thee by the care for that ieaſt.
Rom. Naygood goofe bite not.
Mer.Thy wit is a very bitter fweeting it is a moſt ſharp fawce. 84
Rom. And is it not then well feru'd in to a fweete goofe
Mer. Oh heres a wit of Cheuerell , that ſtretches from an 88
ynchnarrow,to an ell broad.
Ro. I ftretch it out for that word broad, which added to the
goofe,proues theefarre and wide a broad goofe.
Mer.Whyis not this better now then groning for loue, now 92
art thoufociable,now art thou Romeo: now art thou what thou
96
art,by art as well as by nature , forthis driveling loue is like a
great naturalt that runs lolling vp and downe to hide his bable
in ahole.
Ben. Stop there, ftop there.
Mer. Thou defireft me tostop in my tale againſt the haire. 100
Ben, Thouwouldft elfehaue made thy tale large.
Mer. Othou art deceiu'd,I would haue made it fhort, for I 104
wascome tothe whole depth ofmy tale , and meant indeed to
occupie the argument no longer.
Ro. Heeres goodly geare. EnterNurfeandher man.
108
Afayle,a fayle.
Mer. Two two, a fhert and aſmocke.
Nur. Peter:
Peter. Anon.
112
Nur. My fan Peter.
Mer. GoodPeter to hide her face,for her fans the fairerface.
Nur, Godyegoodmorrow Gentlemen,
E 3 Mer. God
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Liv.
Themost lamentable Tragedie
116 Mar. Godye gooddenfaire gentlewoman.
Nur. Isit good den?
t Mer. Tas no leffe I tell yee,forthe bawdie hand ofthe dyal,
is now vponthe prick ofnoone.
120 Nur. Out vpon you,what a man are you?
Ro. One gentlewoman, that God hath made himſelfto mar.
+724 Nar. By my troth it is well faid for himselfe to mar. quoth a?
Getleme ca any of youtel me wher I may find the yongRomeo?
Ro. I can tell you,but young Romeo will be older when you
128 have found him , then hewas whenyou fought him : I am the
youngeſtofthat name, for fanit ofa worſe.
Nur. Youfay well.
132 Mer. Yeais the worst wel,very wel took,ifaith,wifely,wifely.
Nur. Ifyou be he fir,I defire fome confidence withyou
Ben. She will endite him to fome fupper.
136 Mer. Abaud,a baud,a baud. So ho.
Ro. What haft thoufound?
Mer.Noharefir,vnleſſe a hare fir in alenten pie,tha tis fome
740 thing ftale and hoare ere it be spent.
Anold harehoare,and an old hare hoare is verygood meatein
ient.
744 But ahare that is hore,is too much for afcore,when it hotes ere
itbe spent.
148 Romeo,willyou come to your fathers? weele to dinner thither.
Ro. I will follow you.
Mer. Farewell auncient Lady, farewell Lady, Lady, Lady.
t Exeunt
152 Nur. Iprayyou fit, what fawcie merchant was this that was
fo full ofhis roperie?
756 Ro. A gentleman Nurfe, that loues to hearehimſelfe talkė,
and will fpeake more in a minute,then hee will ftand too in a
moneth.
160 Nur.And afpeake any thing against me,Ile take him downe,
and a wereluftierthen heis , and twentie fuch Tacks : andif I
cannot,ile finde thoſe that thall : fcurine knaue, I am none
of his flutt gills,I am none of his skäines mates, andthou muſt
Stand
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ftand by too and ſuffer euery knaue to vſe me at his plea 164
fure.
Pet. Ifaw no man vſe youat his pleaſure if I had,my weapon
fhuld quickly haue bin out : I warrant you,I dare draw affoone
asan other man,ifI ſee occafion in agoodquarel, & the law on 168
myfide.
Nar. Nowafore God I anfo vext,that.euery part about me
quiuers, skuruie knaue : pray you fir a word : and as I told you, 172
my youngLady bid me enquireyou out, what ſhe bid me fay, I
will keepeto myfelfe:but firſt let me tell ye, ifye fhould leade
her ina fooles paradife,as they fay, it were a verygroffe kind of 176
behavioras theyfay: forthe Gentlewoman is yong; and there
fore, ifyou ſhould deale double with her , truly it werean ill
thing tobe offredto any Gentlewoman,and very weake dea 180
ling.
Romi, Nurfe,commend me to thy Lady and Miftreffe, pro
teft vnto thee.
Nur.Good heart,andyfaith I wil tel her as much:Lord,Lord, 784
fhe will be ajoyfull woman.
Ro What wilt thou tell her Nurſe thou dooeft not marke 188
; Stur

Nur. Iwilltell her fir,that you do proueft, which as I take it,

is a gentlemanlike offer.
Ro.Bid herdeuife fomemeans to cometo thrift this afternoon, 192
And there fhe fhall at Frier Lawrence Cell
Befhricued and married:here is for thy paines.
Nur. Notrulyfir not a penny.
Ro. Gotoo, I layyou ſhall 798
Nur. This afternoonefir,well fhe fhall be there.
Ro. Andflay good Nurfe behindethe Abbey wall; t
Within this houre my man fhall be with thee, 200
And bring thee cordes made like a tackled ftayre,
Which to the high topgallant ofmy joys
Muſt be myconuoy in the fecrer night.
Farewell be truftie, and ile quit thy paines : 204
Farewel, commend me to thy Mifcelle.
Nur, New
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The most lamentable Tragedie
Nur. NowGod in heauen bieffe thee,harkeyoufir.
Ro. What faift thou my deare Nurfe?
208
Nur. Is your man fecret,did you nere here fay two maykeep
counfell putting one away.
+ Ro. Warrant thee my mans as true as ſteek .
212 Nur.Well fit,my Miftreffeis the fweeteft Lady,Lord,Lord,
when twas a litle prating thing. O there is a Noble man in town
one Paris,that would faine lay knife aboord: but the good foule
216 had as leeue fee a tode,a very tode as fee him : I anger her fome
times, and tell her that Paris is the properer man,but ile warrant
you, when I fay fo,fhe lookes as paleas any clout in the verſali
220 world , doth not Roſemarie and Romeo begin both with a let
ter?
Ro. INurfe,what ofthat ? Both with an R.
† 224 Nur. A mocker thats the dog, name R. is for the no, I know
it begins with fome other letter , and fhe hath the prerieſt fen
tentious ofit,ofyou and Roſemarie,that it would do you good
to heare it.
228 Ro. Commend me to thy Lady.
Nur. Iathousandtimes Peter.
Pet. Anon.
232 Nur. Before and apace.
+ Exit..
IL.V. Enter Iuljet.
Is. The clockeftrooke nine when I did fend the Nurſe,
In halfe an houre fhe promiſed to returne,
Perchance the cannot meete him,thats not ſo:
4t Oh fhe is lame, loues heraulds fhould be thoughts,
Which ten times fafter glides then the Suns beames,
Driving backe fhadowes ouer lowringhills.
Therefore do nimble piniond doues draw loue,
8 And therefore hath the wind fwift Cupid wings:
Now is theSun vpon the highmoft hill,
Ofthis dayes iourney,and from nine till twelue,
+ Is there longhoures,yet fhe is not come,
12 Had are affections and warmeyouthfull blond,
She
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She would be asiwift in motion as a ball ,
Mywords would bandie her to my ſweete loue.
M. And histo me,but old folks,many fain as they wer dead, 16t
Vnwieldie,flowe,heauie,and pale as lead.
EnterNurfe.
OGod fhe comes ,ô hony Nurfe what newes ?
Haft thou met with him? fend thy man away.
20
Nur. Peter ftay atthe gate.
Is. Nowgood fweete Nurfe,O Lord,why lookeft thou fad:
Though newes be fad,yet tell them merily.
Ifgood,thou fhameft the muficke offweete newes,
By playing it to me,with ſo ſower a face. 24
Nur. Iamawearie ,giue meleaue a while,
.1 Fiehow mybones ake,what a jaunce haue I? t
In. Iwould thou hadst my bones, and I thy newes:
Nay come I pray thee fpeake,good good Nurſe ſpeake. 28
Nur. Iefu what hafte,can you not ſtay a while?
•
Doyou notfee that I am out of breath
In. Howart thou out ofbreath,when thou haft breath
To fayto me, that thou art out ofbreath? 32
The excufe that thou doeftmake in this delay,
Is longerthen the tale thou doeft excufè.
Is thy newes good or bad anſwere to that,
Say either, andile ſtay the circumſtance: 36

Let me be fatisfied,iſt good or bad?

Nur. Well,youhaue made afimple choyfe , you knownot
howto chuſe a man : Romeo, nonot he though his face bebet 40
ter then any mans, yet his leg excels all mens , and for a hand +
and afoote and a body,though they be not tobe talkt on , yet
44

they are paſt compare : he is not the flower of curtefie , butile

warrant him,as gentle as a lamme : gothy wayes wench , ferue
God.What haue youdinde at home ?
In. No,no.But all this did I know before. t
What fayes he ofour marriage,what ofthat? 48
Nur. Lord how my head akes ,what a head haue I:
It beates as it wouldfall in twentiepecces

My
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Themoft lamentable Tragedie
--

t Myback a tother fide,a my backe, my backet

52 Befhreweyour heart forfending me about
t To catch mydeath with iaunfing vp and downe.
t IM. IfaithI amforrie that thou art not well.
Sweete,fweete,fweete Nurfe,tell me what fayes my loue?
56 Nur. Yourlouc ſayes like an honeſt gentleman ,
to

f AnaCourteous,and a kinde,and a handſome,

And I warrant a vertuous,where is your mother:
60 In.Where is my mother,why theis within,whet ſhuld ſhebeg
How odlythou replicft:
Your louefayes like an honeft gentleman,
Where is yourmother?
Nur. ŎGods lady deare,
64 Areyou ſohot,marrie come vp I trow,
Is this the poultis for my aking bones :
Henceforward doyour meffages your felfe.
Ju. Heres fuch a coyle,come what faics Romeo?
68 Nur. Haueyou got leave to go to thrift to day?
I. Ihaue.
Nur.Then high you hence to Frier Lawrence Cell,
Thereftayes a husband to make you a wife:
72 Nowcomes thewanton bloud vp in your cheekes,
Theile be in fcarler ftraight at any newes :
Hie youto Church,I muft an other way,
To fetch a Ladder by the which your loue
76 Muftclimbe a birds neaſt foone when it is darke,
I am the drudge, and toyle in your delight :
But you ball beare the burthen foone at night.
Go ile to dinner,hie you to the Cell.
80 Iul. Hic to highfortune,honeſt Nurfe farewell .
Exeunt.
II.vi. Enter Frier andRomeo .
Fri. Sofmile the heauens vpon this holy act,
That after houres,with forrow chide vs not.
Ro. Amen, amen ,but come what ſorrow can ,

4 It cannot countervaile the exchange ofjoy

That
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That one ſhort minute giues me in her fights t

Do thou but cloſe our hands with holy words,
Thenloue-deuouring death do what he dare,
8
It is inough I may but call her mine.
Fri. Theſe violent delights haue violent endes,
And in theu triumph die like fier and powder :
Which as theykiffe confume . The ſweeteſt honey
Is loathfome in his owne delicioufnelle , 12
And inthe taſte confoundes the appetite.
Therefore loue moderately,long loue doth ſo,
Toofwiftarriues,as tardie as tooflowe.

EnterJuliet.
Here comes the Lady,Oh fo light a foote 16
Willnere weare out the euerlaftingflint,
Alouer may beſtride the goflamours,
That ydeles in the wanton fommer ayre,
And yet not fall,fo light is vanitie. 20
I. Good euen to my ghoftly confeffor.
Fri. Romeo fhall thanke thee daughter for vs both.

++
Is. As much to him,elſe is his thankes too much.
Ro. AhIuliet,ifthe meaſure ofthy ioy 24 Pers.
Be heapt like mine,and that thy skill be more
Toblafon it, then fweeten with thy breath

+ 882
This neighbour ayre and let rich muſicke tongue,
Vnfold the imagind happines that both 8
Receiue in either,by this deare encounter.
In. Conceit more rich in matter then in words,
Brags of his fubftance,not ofornament,
32
They are but beggers that can count their worth,
But my true loue is growne to fuch excelle, +
I cannot fum vpfum ofhalfe my wealth.
Fri. Come,come with me,and we will make ſhort
For byyour leaues,you fhall not ſtay alone, (worke, 36
Till holy Churchincorporate two in one.

F2 Enter
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III The moſt lamentable Tragedie

Enter Mercutio,Benuolio,andmen.
Ben. I pray thee good Mercutio lets retire,
t The day is hot,the Capels abroad :
4 And if we meete we ſhall not ſcape a brawle, fornow theſe hot
daies,is the mad bloodſtirring.
Mer.Thou art like one ofthefe fellowes,that whenhe enters
the confines ofa Tauerne, claps mehis fword vpon the table,
8 andfayes, God ſend me no need ofthee : and by the operation
ofthe fecond cup,draws him on the drawer,when mdeed there
isno need.
Ben. AmI like fuch a fellow?
12 Mer. Come,come, thou art as hot a lacke intny moode as
any in Italie: and affoone moued to be moodie , and affoone
moodie to be moued.
Ben. And what too?
Mer. Nay and there were two fuch , we fhould haue none
16
fhortly , for one would kill the other : thou,why thou wilt
quarell with a man that hath a haire more, or a haire leffe in his

20 beard,then thou haft : thou wilt quarell witha man for cracking
Nuts,hauing no other reaſon ,but becauſe thou haft haſeleyes :
what eye, butfuch an eyewold fpie out fuch a quarrel?thy head
24
is as full ofquarelles, as an egge is full of meate , and yet thy
head hath bene beaten as addle as an egge for quarelling: thou
haft quareld with a man for coffing in the ftreete , becauſe hee
28
hath wakened thy doggethat hath laine afleep in the fun. Didft
thou not fall out with a taylor for wearing his new doublet be
fore Eafter,with an other for tying his new ſhooes with olde ri
32
band,and yet thou wilt turer me from quarelling?
Ben. And I were lo apt to quarell as thowart ,any man ſhould
buy the fee-fimpie of my life for an houre and a quarter .
36
Mer. The fee-fimple ,ôſimple.
Enter Tybalt ,Petruchio , andothers,
Ben. By my head here comes the Capulets ..
Mer. By myheele I care not.
40 Tybalt . Follow me clofe,for I will fpeake to them.
Gentlemen,Good den,aword with one ofyou,
Mer
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Mer.Andbut one word with one ofvs,couple it with ſome

thing,make it a word and a blowe.
44
Fib.You fhall find me apt inough to that fir, andyou wil giue
me occafion.
Mercu. Could you not take fome occafion without gi
ving?
48
Tyb. Mercutio,thou conforteſt with Romeo.
Mer. Confort,what doeſt thou make vs Minſtrels: and thou
make Minstrels of vs,looke to hear nothing but difcords: heeres
myfiddleſticke,heeres that fhall makeyou daunce :zounds con 327
fort.
Ben. We talke here in the publike haunt ofmen :
Eitherwithdraw vnto fome priuate place,
Or reafon coldly ofyour greeuances:
Or eife depart, here all eyes gaze on vs. 56
Mer. Mens eyeswere made to looke, and let them gaze.
I will not budge for no mans pleaſure 1 .
Enter Romeo.
Tyb. Wellpeace be with youfir,here comes my man.
Mer. Butile be hangd fir ifhe weare your liuerie: 60
Marrie go before tofield, heele be your follower,
Yourworshipin that ſenſe may call him man.
Tyb. Romeo, the loue I beare thee,can affoord
Nobetter terme then this:thou art avillaine. 64
Ro. Tybalt,the reaſon that I haue to loue thee,
Doth much excufe the appertaining rage
Tofuch a greeting : villaine am I none.
Therefore farewell,I fee thou knoweft me not. 68
Tyk. Boy, this fhall not excufe the iniuries
That thou haft done me,therefore turne and draw.
Ro. Ido proteft I neuer iniuried thee,
Batloue thee better thenthon canſt deviſe: 72
Till thou shalt know the reafon ofmy loue,
Andfo good Capulet,which name I tender
+

Asdearely as mine owne,be ſatisfied,

Mer. Ocalme,difhonourable, vile fubmiſſion : 76
F 3 Alla
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III.i.
Themoftlamentable Tragedie
dila ſtuoathacarriesit away,
Tibalt,you ratcatcher ,will you walket
t T. What wouldst thouhaue with me?
80 M. Good King ofCats , nothing but one ofyour nine lives,
that I meane to make bold withall , and as you thail vie mee
hereafter dric beate the reſt of the eight. Will you pluckeyour
784
fword out ofhispilcher by the cares? make haſte, leaſt ming be
about your eares ere it be out.
Tib. I amforyou.
Rom, Gentle Mercatio put thy Rapier vp.
88 Mer. Comefir,your Pallado,
Rom. Draw Benuatio,beate downe their weapons,
Gentlemen,for fhams forbeare this outrage,
Tibalt, Mercutio,the Prince exprefly hath
†92 Forbid this bandying inVeronaſtreetes,
HoldTybalt,good Mercutio.

t adwayTybalt.

Mer. Iam hurt.

t A plague a both houſes, I am fped,
Is hegone and hath nothing.
Ben. What art thou hurt
96 Mer I, I,a fcratch, a ſcratch marrie tis inough,
Where is my Page:go villaine,fetcha Surgion,
Ro. Courage man,the hurt cannot be much.
700 Mer. No tis not fo deepe as a well , norfo wideas a Church
dooce,but tisinough,twill ferue: aske for me to morrow,and you
fhall finde me a graue man. I ampeppered I warrant , for this
+104 world,aplague a bothyour houfes founds a dog, a rat,a mouſe,
a car,to fcratch a man to death: a braggart, a rogue , a villaine,
that fightsbythe book ofarithmatick, why the deulecame you
108 betweene vs? I was hurt vnder your arme.
Re. Ithought all for the beft,
Mex. Helpe me into fome houfe Bennolio,

Or
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OrI fall faint,a plague a both your houſes,
They haue made wormes meate ofme, 112
Ihave it,and foundly, to your houſes.
Exit
Ro. This Gentleman the Princes nearealie,
My very friend hath got this mortall hare f
Immybehalfe, my reputation ftaind 116
With Tybalts flaunder,Tybalt that an houre
Hath bene my Cozen,Ofweete Inlet,
Thy bewtie hath made me effeminate,
And inmytemper foftned valours fteele. 120

Enter Berolio.

Ben. ORomeo, Romeo,braue Mercutio is dead,

That gattan fpirie hath afpn'd the Clowdes,
Which too vntimely here did fcorne the earth.
Ro. This dayes blacke fate,on mo daies dothdeped, 124
This but begins,the wo others muſt end. Stage
Ben. Here comes the furious Tybalt backe againe, Direction
Ro. He ganin triumphand Mercutio flaine, t
Away to headen,reſpective lenitre, 128
Andfier endfurie,be my conduct now,
t
Now Tybalt take the villaine backe againe,
That late thou gaueſtme, for Mercutios foule
Is but a little way aboue our heads, 132
Staying for thine to keepe him companie:
Either thou or 1,ør bóth,muſt go with hire.
77.Thon wretchedboy that didit cofort hun here,
Shalt with him hence. 136
Ro. This hall determine that,
They Fight.Tibaltfalles.
Ben. Romeo, away be gone:
The Citizens are vp,and Tybalt flaine,
Stand not amazed, the Prince wil doome thee death,
Ifchop at taken, bence be gone away, 740
R.O
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Ro. Olamfortunesfoole.
Ben. Why dost thou stay?
Exit Romeo.
Enter Citizens .
Citi. Which way ran he that kild Mercution
Tybalt that mucherer,whichway ran he?
144 Ben. There lies that Tybalt.
Citi. Vpfir,go with me:
+

I charge thee in the Princes nameobey.

Enter Prince,olde Mountague, Capulet,
their wines andall.
Prin. Whereare the vile beginners ofthis fray?
Ben. ONoble Prince, I can diſcouer ali :
148 The valuckie mannage of this fatali brall,
There lies theman flaine by young Romeo,
That flew thy kifman, braue Meroutio.
Capu. Wi. Tybalt, my Cozin,O my brothers child,
152 OPrince, O Cozen, husband, O the bloud is fpild
Of my deare kifman,Prince as thou art true,
Forbloudofours, fheadbloud ofMountague.
O Cozin,Cozin,
† 756
Prin. Benuolio,who began this bloudie fray?
Ben.Tybalt here flain, whom Romeos hand did flay,
Romeo that ſpoke him faire,bid himbethinke
How nice the quarell was,and vägd withall
160
Your high difpleaſure all this vtrered,
With gentle breath, calm look,knees humblybowed
Could not take truce withthe vnrulyſpleene
+ Of Tybalt deafe to peace,but that he tilts
164 With piercingfteele at bold Mercutios breaſt,
Who all as hot, turnes deadly poynt to poynt,
And with a Martiall fcorne,with one hand beates
Cold death afide,and with the other fends
168 Itbacke to Tybalt,whofe dexteritie
Retorts it, Romeo he cries aloud,
Holdfriends,friends part,and ſwifter then his tongue,
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His aged arme beates downe their fatall poynts,
And twixt them rufhes, vnderneath whofe arme, 172
An envious thruſt from Tybalt,hit the life
OfftoutMercutio,and thenTybalt fled,
But by and by comes backe to Romeo,
Who had but newly entertaind reuenge, 176
Andtoote they go like lightning,for ereI
Could drawto part them, was ftout Tybalt flaine:
And as he fell,did Romeo turne and flie,
This is the truth,or let Benuolio die. 180
Ca. Wi. He is a kiſman to the Mountague,
Affection makes him falſe, he ſpeakes not true:
Sometwentie ofthem fought in this blacke ftrife,
And all thoſe twentie could but killone life. 184
I begfor luftice which thou Prince muſt giue:
RomeoNewTybalt, Romeo muſt not liue.
Prin. Romeoflew him,he flew Mercutio,
Who now the price of his deare bloud doth owe. 188
Capu. Not Romeo Prince,he was Mercutios friend,
His fault concludes,but what the law fhould end,
The life ofTybalt.
Prin. Andfor that offence,
Immediately we do exile him hence: 192
I haueanintereft in yourhearts proceeding:
My bloud for your rude brawles doth lie a bleeding.
Butile amerce you with foftrong a fine,
That you shall all repent the loffe ofmine. 196
It will be deafe to pleading and excuſes,
Nor teares, nor prayers fhall purchaſe out abuſes
+
Therefore vſe none, let Romeo hence in haſt,
Elfe when he isfound,that houre is his laſt. 200
Beare hence this body ,and attend our will,
Mercie but murders,pardoning thoſe that kill.
Exit.
Enter Iulier alone. III.ii.
Gallop apace,youfieric footed ſteedes, Pers.
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Towards Phab lodging,fuch a wagoner
As Phaetan would whip youto the weſt,
4 And bring in clowdie night immediately.
Spread thy clofe curtaine loue- performing night,
That runnawayes eyes may wincke,andRomeo
Leape to thefe armes,vntalkt of and vnſcene,
8 Louers can fee to do their amorous rights,
And by their owne bewties,or ifloue beblind,
It beft agrees with night,come ciuill night,
Thoufoberfuted matron all in blacke,
12 And learne me how to looſe a winning match,
Plaide for a paire ofſtainleffe maydenhoods .
Hood my vnmand bloud bayting in my cheekes,
With thy blacke mantle,till ftrange loue grow bold,
16 Thinke true love actedfimple modeftie :
Come night,come Romeo,come thou day in night,
For thou wilt lie vpon thewinges ofnight,
Whiterthennewfnow vpon a Rauens backe:
20 Come gentle night, come louing black browd night,
Giue me my Romeo,and when I fhall die,
Take him and cut him out in littleſtarres,
And he will make the face of heaven ſofine,
24 That all the world will be in foue with night,
And pay no worship to the garish Sun.
Olhaue bought the manſion ofa loue,
But not pofleft it, and though I amfold,
Not yet enioyd,fo tedious is this day,
28 As is the night before fome feftiuali,
Toan impatient chuld that hath new robes
And may not weare them.O here comes my Nurſe.

Enter Nurfe with cords.

32 And she brings newes, and euery tongue thatfreaks
But Romeos name, fpeakes heauenly eloquence :
Now Nurfe,what newes:what haft thou there,
The cords that Romeo bid thee fetch?
Nur. I,
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Nur. I,I, the cords.
J.Aymewhat news:why doft thou wringthyhads? 36
Nur. A weraday,hees dead, hees dead,hees dead, t
We are vndone Lady, we are vndone.
Alack the day,hees gone,hees kild, hees dead,
Is. Can heauen befo enuious? 40
Nur. Romeo can,
Though heauen cannot O Romeo,Romeo,
Who euer would have thought it Romeo?
In.What diuell art thou that doft torment methus?
This torture fhould be rored in difmall hell, 44
Hath Romeoflaine himſelfe? fay thou but I,
And that bare vowell I fhall poyfon more
Then the death arting eye of Cockatrice,

+
1 am not I,ifthere be fuch an I. 48
Or thoſe eyes fhot,that makes thee anſwere I:
Ifhebe flaine fay I,orifnot, no.

+
Briefe,founds, determine my weale or wo.
52
Nur. Ifaw the wound,I faw it with mine eyes,
Godfaue the marke here on his manly breft,
Apiteous coarfe,a bloudie piteous coarſe,
Pale,pale as aſhes,all bedawbde in bloud,
56
All ingoare bloud,I founded at the fight.
Is Obreak my hart,poore banckrout break at once,
To prifon eyes,nere looke on libertie.
Vile earth too earth reſigne, end motion here,
And thou and Romeo preffe on heauie beare. 60
Nur. OTybalt,Tybalt,the beſt friend I had,
Ocurteous Tybalt,honeſt Gentleman,
That euer I fhould liue to fee thee dead.
In. Whatſtorme is this that blowes fo contrarie! 64

Is Romeo flaughtred? and is Tybalt dead?

My deareſt Cozen, and my dearer Lord.
Then dreadfull Trumpet found the generall doome,
68
For who is living ifthoſe two are gones
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lil.ii.
The moff lamentable Tragedie
Nur. Tybalt is gone and Romeo banished,
Romeo that kild him heis banifhed.
Iuli. O God,did Romeos hand ſhead Tibalts bloud?
72 It did,it did,alas the day,it did.
Nur. Oferpent heart,hid with aflowringface.
Is. Dideuer draggon keepe fo faire a Cauct
Bewtifull tirant,fiend angelicall :
16 Rauenous douefeatherd raue,woluifhrauening lamb,
Defpifedfubftance ofdiuineft fhowe:
luft oppofite towhat thouiuſtly ſeem ft,
A dimme faint,an honourable villaine :
80 Onature what hadft thou to do in hell
Whenthoudidst bower the ſpirit ofa fiend,
In mortallparadife offuch ſweete fleſh?
Was euer booke containing fuch vile matter
84 So fairely bound? ô that deceit ſhould dwell
Infuch a gorgious Pallace.
Nur. Theres no truft,no faith, no honeſtie in men,
All periurde,all forſworne, all naught,all diffemblers,
88 Ah wheres my man?giue me ſome Aqua-vitæ:
Theſe griefs , thefe woes, thefe forrows make me old,
Shame cometo Romed.
In. Blisterd bethy tongue
Forfuch awifh he was not borne to fhame:
92 Vpon his browfhameis afham'd to fit:
For tis a throane where honour may be crownd
Sole Monarch ofthe vniuerfal earth.
t
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O what a beaft was I to chide at him?

96 Nur.Wil youfpeak wel ofhim that kild yourcozin?
Is. Shall I fpeake ill ofhim that is my husband ?
Ah poormy lord, what tongue fhal fmooth thy name,
When I thy three houres wife haue mangledit!
700 But wherefore villaine didft thou kill my Cozin?
That villaine Cozin would haue kild my husband:
Backe foolish teares,backe to your natiue ſpring,
Your tributaric drops belongto woc,
Which
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Which you miſtaking offer vp to joy, 104

Myhusband liues that Tybalt would haue flaine,
And Tybalts dead that would have flain my husband : t
All this is comfort,wherefore weepe I then?
Some word there was,worfer then Tybalts death 108 t
That murdred me, I would forget it faine,
But oh it preffes to my memorie,
Like damned guiltie deeds to finners mindes,
Tybalt is dead and Romeo banished:
That banished,that one word baniſhed, 112

Hathflaine ten thouſand Tybalts :Tybalts death

Was woe inough if it had ended there :
776
Or iflower woe delights in fellowship,
And needly will be ranckt with other griefes,
Why followed not when the ſaid Tybalts dead,
Thyfather or thy mother, nay or both,
Which moderne lamentation might haue moued, 120
But with a reareward followingTybalts death ,
Romeo isbanished :to fpeake that word,
Is father,mother,Tybalt,Romeo, Ïuliet,
Allflaine,all dead: Romeo is banished, 124
There is no end,ao limit,meafure bound,
In that words death,no words can that woe found.
Where is my father and my mother Nurfe?
Nur. Weepingand wayling ouer Tybalis course, 128
Willyou gotothem: I will bring you thither,
Is.Wafh they his wounds with teares? mine ſhall be
When theirs are drie,for Romeos baniſhment. (fpent,
132
Takevp thofe cordes,poore ropes you are beguilde,
Bothyou and I for Romeo is exilde:
He made youfor a highway to my bed,
But I a maide,die maiden widowed.
Comecordes,come Nurfe,ile tomy wedding bed, 136
And death not Romeo,take my maiden head.
Nur. Hie toyour chamber, lle finde Romeo
Tocomfortyou,I wotwell wherehe is:
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The moft lamentable Tragedie
140
Harkeye,your Romeo will be here at night,
lle tohim,he ishid at Lawrence Cell.
Ix. O find him,giue this ring to my true Knight,
And bid him: come,to take his laſt farewell.
Exit.
III.iii. EnterFrierand Romeo.

Fri. Romeo come forth.come forth thou fearefull man,

Affliction is enamourd ofthy parts:
And thou artwedded to calamitic.
4 Ro. Father what newes?what is the Princes doome?
What forrow cfaues acquaintance at my hand,
That Ivetknownot?
Fri. Too familiar
Is my deare fonne with fuch fowre companie?
8
I bringthee tidings ofthe Princes doome.
Ro.What leffe then doomesday is the Princes doome ?
Fri. Agentier judgement vanifht from his lips,
Not bodies death, but bodies baniſhment.
12 Rom. Ha, baniſhment? be mercifull, ſay death :
Forexile nath more terror in his looke,
Much more then death,do not ſay baniſhment.
Fri. Here from Verona art thou baniſhed:
16 Be patient,for the world is broad and wide.
Ro. There is no world without Verona walls,
But purgatoric,torture,hell it ſelfe:
Hence banished,is blanifht from the world.
20 And worlds exile is death.Then baniſhed,
Is death, miflermd, calling death baniſhed,
Thou cutft my head offwith a golden axe,
And fmileft vpon the ftroke that murders me.
24 Fri. Odeadly fin,ô tude vothankfulnes,
Thyfault our law calls death ,but the kind Prince
Taking thy part, hath ruſht aſide the law,
And turnd that blacke word death to banishment.

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This is deare mercie,and thou ſeeſt it not. 28
Ro. Tis torture and not mercie,heauen is here
Where Iuliet liues,and euery cat and dog,
And litle mouſe,cuery vnworthy thing
Liuehere in heauen,and may looke on her, 32
But Romeomay not.More validitie,
More honourable itate,more courtſhip liues
In carron flies,then Romeo: they may leaze
On the white wonder of deare Inliets hand, 36
And ſteale immortall bleffingfrom her lips,
Whocuenin pure and veftall modeflie
Still bluſh,as thinking their ownekiffes fin.
This may flyes do, when I from this muſt flie,
And fayeft thou yet,that exile is not death?
But Romeo may not,he is baniſhed. 40
Flies may do this, but Ifrom this muſt flie: *
They are freemen ,but I am baniſhed. *
Had thouno poyfon mixt, nofharpe groundknife, 44
No fudden meane ofdeath,though nere fo meane,
But banished to kill me:Banished?
O Frier, the damned vfe that wordin hell:
Howling attends it, howhaft thou the heart 48+
Being a Diuine,aghoftly Confeffor,
Afin obfoluer,and my friend profeſt,
To mangle me with that wordbaniſhed?
Fri. Thenfond nad man, heare me a little ſpeake. 521
Ro. Othou wilt fpeake againe ofbaniſhment.
Fr. llegiue thee armour to keepe off that word,
Aduerfities fweete milke, Philofophie,
To comfort thee though thou art banished. 56
Ro. Yetbamfhed?hang vp philofophie,
Vnleffe Philofophie can make a Iuliet,
Difplant a towne, reuerle a Princes doome,
It helpes not, it preuailes not,talke no more 60
Fri. Othen 1 fee,that mad man haue no cares. t
Re. Howshould they when that wife men haue no eyes. t

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t Fri. Let me difpute with thee ofthy eftate.
64 Ro.Thou canst not fpeak of that thou dost notfeele,
t Wertthou as young as I,Iuliet thy loue,
An houre but married,Tybalt murdered,
Doting like me, and like me baniſhed,
68 Then mighteft thou ſpeake,
Then mightſt thou'teare thy hayre,
And fall vpon the ground as I do now,
Takingthe measure ofan vninade graue.
t Enter Nurse,and knocke
Fri. Arife oneknocks,good Romeo hide thy felfe.
72 Ro. Not I, vnleffe the breath ofhartficke grones,
Myft-like infoldme from the fearch ofeyes.
t Theyknocke.
Fri.Harkhow they knock(whoſe there) Romeo ariſe,
Thouwilt be taken,ftay a while,ſtand vp.
+

Sindknock
16 Run to myſtudie by and by,Gods will
What Gimplenes is this ? I come,I come.
Knocke.
Whoknocks fo hard?whece come you?whats your wills
Enter Nurfe.
Nur. Let me come in,and you ſhal know my errant:
80 I comefrom Lady Iuliet.
Fri. Welcomethen .
Nur. OholyFrier, O tell me holy Frier,
Wheres my Ladyes Lord:wheres Romeo?
Fri. There on the ground,
With his owneteares made drunke.
84 Nur. Ohe is euen in my miſtreſſe caſe,
Juſt in hercafe. O wafull fimpathy:
Pitious prediccament, euen fo lies fhe,
Blubbring andweeping,weeping and blubbring,
88 Stand vp,ſtand vp,ftand andyoube a man,
For Inletsfake, for her fake rife and ſtand :
Why fhouldyou fall intoſo deepe an O?
Rom, Nurle Nur, Ah
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Nur. Ahfirahfir,deaths the endofall. 92
Ro. Spakeft thou ofInket?howis it withher? t
Dothnot the thinke me an old murtherer,
NowI haueftaind the childhood ofour joy,
With bloud remoued,but little from her owne? 96
Where is fhetand howdothfhetand what fayes
My conceald Lady to our canceld loue?
Nur.Oh fhe fayesnothing fir,but weeps and weeps,
And nowfalls on her bed,and then ſtarts vp, 100
AndTybalt calls,and then on Romeocries,
And then downe falls againe.
Ro. Asifthat name fhotfromthe deadly leuell ofa gan, +
Did murther her, as that names curfed hand 104
Murderd her kinſman.Oh tell me Frier,tell me,
Inwhat vile part ofthis Anatomie
Doth myname lodge?Tell methat I mayfacke
The batefull manfion. 108
Fri. Hold thy defperate hand:
Artthou a man?thy forme criesout thou art:
Thyteares are womaniſh ,thy wild acts deuote
The vnreaſonable furie ofa beaſt .
Vnfeemely woman in afeemingman, 772
And ilbefeeming beaſt in ſeemingboth,
Thouhaft amaz'd me. By my holy order,
I thought thy difpofition better temperd.
116
Haft thouflaine Tybalt? wilt thou fley thy felfe?
And fley thy Lady,that in thy life lies,
By doingdamned hate vpon thy felfer
Why rayleft thou on thy birth the heauen and earth?
Since birth,and heauen, and earth all three domeet, 120
In thee at once,which thou at once wouldft loofe.
Fie, fic, thou ſhameſt thy ſhape,thy loue,thy wit,
Which like a Vfurer aboundit in all:
And vfcft nonein that true vſe indeed, 124
Which should bedecke thyfhape,thy loue,thy wit:
Thy Noble ſhape is but aforme ofwaxe,
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Digreffing from the valour ofa man,
128 Thy deare loue fwornebut hollow periurie,
Killing that loue which thou haft vowd to cheriſh,
Thywit, that ornament,to fhape and loue,
Miſhapeninthe conduct ofthem both:
182 Like powder in a skilleſſe fouldiers flaske,
Is fet afier by thine owne ignorance,
And thou difiembred with thine owne defence.
What rowſe thee man,thy Iuliet is aliue,
136 For whoſe deare fake thou waft but lately dead.
There art thou happie,Tybalt would kill thee,
But thouflewestTibalt, thereart thou happie
t The law that threatned death becomes thy friend
+ 140 And turnes itto exile, there art thou happie.
+ A packe ofbleffings light vpon thy backe
Happines courts thee inher beft array,
+

But like a miſhaued and fullen wench,

+144 Thouputs vpthy fortune and thy loue:
Take heede,take heede,for fuch die miferable.
Go get thee to thy loue as was decreed,
Afcend her chamber, hence and comfort her:
148 But looke thou ftay not till the watch be fet,
Forthenthou canst not pafle to Mantua,
Where thoufhalt liue tillwe can find a time
To blaze your marriage,reconcileyourfriends,
+152 Begpardon ofthe Prince and callthee backe,
Withtwentie hundred thouſand times more ioy
Then thou wentft forthin lamentation.
Gobefore Nurfe,commend me to thy Lady,
156 And bid her haften all the houſe to bed,
Which heauieforrowmakes them apt vnto,
Romeois comming.
+ Nur. O Lord,Icould haue ftaid hereall the night;
160 To heare good counſell , oh what learning is :
My Lord, ile tell my Lady you will come.
Ro. Do fo,and bid my fwee te prepare to chide.
Nur, Here
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Nur. Here fir,a Ring thebid me giue youfir:
Hieyou,make haft,for it growes very late. 164
Ro. How well my comfort is reuiu'd bythis.
Fri.Go hece,goodnight & here ftands al your ſtate:
Either be gone before the watch be fet,
Or by the breake ofday diſguiſe from hence, 168 †
Soiourne in Mantua,ile find out your man,
And he fhall fignifie from time totime,
Euery good hap to you that chaunces here:
Give methy hand,tis late,farewell,goodnight . 772
Ro. But that a ioy paſt ioy calls out onme,
It were a griefe,fo briefe to part withthee
Farewell.
Exeun Illiv
Enter old Capulet,his wife and Paris.
Ca. Things haue falne out fir fovnluckily,
That we haue had no tirae to moue our daughter,
Looke you, the lou'd her kinfman Tybalt deately
And fo did I. Well we were borne to die.
Tisvery late, theele not come downe to night:
1 promife you, but for your companie,
Iwould haue bene a bedan houre ago.
Paris. Theſe times ofwo affoord no times to woot: 8
Madam goodnight, commend me to your daughter.
La. I will,and know her mind early to morrow.
Tonight thees mewed vp to her heauines. t
Ca. Sir Paris, I will make a deſperate tender 12
Ofmy childes loue:I thinke fhe will me rulde t
In all refpects by me:nay more, I doubt it not.
Wife go you to her ere you goto bed,
Acquaint her here, ofmy fonne Paris loue, 16
And bid her,marke you me? on wendſday next.
But foft,what day is this?
Pa. Monday my Lord.
Ca. Monday,haha,well wendſday is too foone
Athurſday let it be,a thurſday tell her 20
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The most lamentable Tragedie
Shefhall be married to this noble Earle:
Willyoubeready?do youlike this hafte?
+ Well,keepe no great ado,a friend or two,
24
For harke you,Tybalt being ſlaineſo late,
It may be thought we held him carelefly
Being our kinfman,ifwe reuell much :
Therefore weele haue fome halfe a doozen friends,
28 And there an end,but what fay youto Thurfday?
Paris. My Lord, I would that thurfday were to morrow.
Ca. Wellgetyou gone,a Thurſday be it then:
Go you toInlet ere you go tobed.
32 Prepare her wife, againſt this wedding day.
Farewell my Lord,light to my chamber ho,
Afore mee, itis fo very late that wee may call it early by and by
--

t
Goodnight.
Exeunt.
III.V. EnterRomeo and Juliet alofi..
Is. Wilt thou be gone? It is not yet neate day:
It was the Nightingale,and not the Larke,
That pierft the fearefull hollow of thine eare,
Nightly the fings on yond Pomgranet tree,
Beleeue me loue,it was the Nightingale.
Rom. It was the Larke the herauld of the morne,
No Nightingale,looke lone what envious ſtreakes
8 Do lace the feuering claudes in yonder Eaſt:
Nights candles are burnt out,andiocand day
t Stands tipto onthe myftic Mountaine tops,
I must be gone and line,or ftay and die..
12 Iu. Yond light is not daylight,I know it I:
It is fome Meteor that the Sun exhale,
Tobe to theethis night a Torch-bearer,
And light thee onthy wayto Manta.
16 Therefore ftay yet, thou needſt not to be gone.
Re. Letme be tane,let me be put to death,
I am content,fo thonwilt haue info.
f
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Tis but the pale reflex ofCinthias brow. 20

Nor that is not the Larke whofe noates do beate
The vaulticheauen fo high aboue our heads,
Ihave more care toftay thenwill togo :
Comedeath and welcome, Inlet wills it fo. 24
How ift myfoule? lets talke it is not day.
Is. It is,it is,bic hence be gone away:
It is the Larke that fings ſo out oftune,
Straining harſh Diſcords,and vnpleafing Sharpes, 28
Some fay, the Larke makes ſweete Diuifion:
This dothnot fo : for ſhe diuideth vs.
Some fay the Larke and loathed Toad change eyes,
OnowI would they had changd voyces too : 32
Since armefrom arme that voyce dothvs affray,
Hunting thee hence,with Huntfup to the day.

of
O now be gone,more light and light it growes. t
Ramee. More light and light , more darke and darke out 36
Woes.
Enter Madarse andNurſe.
Nur. Madam.
Ju. Nurſe.
Nur.Your Lady Mother is cũningto your cháber,
The day is broke,be wary,looke about. 40
Ink. Then window ler day in, andlet life out.
Re. Farewell,farewell,one kifle and Ile defcend.
In Art thougone fo loue,Lord,ay husband,friend,
I muſtheare from thee cuery day in the houre, 44
Forin a minute there are many dayes,
Oby this count I fhall be muchin yeares,
Ere l againe behold my Romeo,
Rom. Farewell: 48
I will omit no opportunitie,
That may conuey mygreetings loue to thee.
Js. Othinkſt thou we fhall euer meete againe?
Rom. Idoubt it not,and all theſe woes fhali ferue 52
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The most lamentable Tragedie
Perst Ro.O GodI haue anill diuiningfoule,
Me thinkes I feethee now,thou art ſolowe,
56 Asonedead in the bottome of a tombs,
Either my eye-fight failes,or thou lookeft pale.
Rom. And truſt me loue,in my eye ſodoyou:
Drie forrow drinkes our bloud, Adue,adue.
Exit.
60 Iu. OFortune,Fortune,all men cali thee fickle,
Ifthou artfickle,what doft thou with him
That is renowmd for faith?befickle Fortune:
For then I hope thouwilt not keepe himlong,
64 But fend him backe.
Enter Mother.
La. Ho daughter,are you vp¿
+

Is. Who iſt that calls? It is my Lady mother,

Is the not downe fo late or vp ſo early?
68 What vnaccustomd caufe procures her hither
La. Whyhow now Inlet?
In. Madam I am not well.
La. Euermore weeping for your Cozens death?
What wilt thou wash him from his graue with teares
72 Andifthoucouldſt,thou couldſt not make him hue:
Therfore haue done,fome griefe fhews much ofloue,
But much ofgreefe,fhewes ftill fome want ofwit.
In. Yet let me weepe,for fuch a feelingloffc.
16 La. So fhall you feele the lofle,but not the friend
Which youweepe for.
I. Feelingfo the loſſe,
I cannot chufe but euer weepe the friend.
La.Wel gyrle,thou weepft not fo much for his death?
80 As that the villaine liues which flaughterd him.
In. What villaine Madam?
La. That fame villaine Romeo.
In. Villaine and he be many miles a funder:
God padon,I do with all my heart:
84 And yet no man like he dothgreeue my heart.
. That
LA
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Za. That is because the Traytor murderer liues. t
In. 1Madamfromthe reach of thefe my hands:
Would nonebut I might venge my Cozens death,
La.We will haue vengeance for it, feare theunot, 88
Thenweepe no more,Ile fend to ons in Mantua,
Where that famebannifht runnagate doth liue,
Shall give him fuch an vnaccuftomd dram,
That he fhall foonekeepe Tybalt companie: 92
Andthen I hope thou wilt be fatisfied.
Is. Indeed Ineuer ſhall be ſatisfied
With Romeo,till I behold him. Dead
Is my poore heart ſo for a kinſman vext: 96
Madam ifyou could find out but a man
Tobeare a poyfon,I would temper it:
That Romeo fhould vpon receit thereof,
Soone fleepe in quiet. O how my heart abhors 700
To heare him namde and cannot come to him,
Towreake the loue I bore my Cozen,
Vpon his body that hath flaughterd him.
Mo. Find thou the means,and Ile findfuch a man, 704
But now ile tell thee ioyfull tidings Gyrle.
In. And,ioy comes well in fuch a needio time,
What are they, beſeech your Ladyſhip?
M. Well, well thou haft a carefull father child,. 108

Onewho to put thee from thy heauines,

Hath forted out a fudden day ofioy,
That thouexpects not,nor I lockt not for.
Iu. Madamin happie time, what day is that? 172+
M. Marrie my child, early next Thürfday morne,
The gallant young,and Noble Gentleman,
The Countic Paris at Saint Peters Church,
Shall happilymake thee there a joyfull Bride. 116t
Is. Nowby S. Peters Church,and Peter too,
He fhall not make me there a ioyfull Bride.
I wonder at this hafte that I muſt wed
Erehe that ſhould be husband comes to wooe : 120†
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The most lamentable Tragedie
I prayyoutellmy Lord and father Madam,
Iwill not marrieyet,and when I do, I fweare
Itſha!! he Romeo, whom you know I hate
124 Rather then Paris, theſe are newes indeed,
M. Here comes your father ,tell him ſo yourſelfe:
And fee how he will take it at your hands.
Enter Capulet and Nurſe.
Ca. When the Sun fers, the earth doth driſle deaw,
128 But for the Sunſet of my brothers ſoune,
It rains downright. How now a Conduit girle,what ftill in tears
Euermore fhowring in one litle body?
138 Thou countefaits. A Barke, a Sea, a Wind:
Forfill thy eyes,which I may call the fea,
Doebbe and flowe with teares,the Barke thy body is:
Sayling in this falt floud,the windes thy fighes,
+136 Whoragingwith thy teares and they with them,
Without a fadden calme will ouerſet
Thy tempeft toffed body.How nowwife,
Haue you delivered to her our decree?
†190 La. Ifir,but the will none ,fhe give you thankes,
I wouldthe foole were marriedto her graue.
Ca. Soft take me with you, take me with you wife,
Howwill the none? doth the not giue vs thanks?
144 Isthe not proud?doth fhe not count her bleft,
Vnworthy as fhe is that we hauewrought
t So worthy a Gentleman to be her Brides
I.Not proud you hate,but thankful that you haue:
748 Proud can I neuer be ofwhat I hate,
But thankfull euenfor hate,that is meant loue.
་

C4.How,how,howhow,chopt lodgick,what is this?

Proud and I thanke you,and I thanke you not,
* 152 Andyet not proud miftreffe minion you?
Thanke me no thankings,nor proud me no prouds,
Butfettle yourfine koynts gainft Thurſday next,
To go with Paris to Saint Peters Church:
156 OrIwill drag thee on a hurdle thither.
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Outyou greene fickneſſe carrion,out youbaggage,

You tallow face.
La. Fie, fie, what are you mad?
In. Good Father, I befeech youon my knees,
Heare mewith patience,but to fpeake a word. 160
Fa. Hangthee young baggage, difobedient wretch,
I tell thee what,get thee to Church a Thurſday,
Or neuer after looke mein the face.
Speakenot,replie not,do not anſwere me. 164
Myfingers itch,wife, we fcarce thought vs bleft,
That God had lent vs but this onely childe,
But now Ifee this one is one too much,
1168
And that we haue a curfe in hauingher:
Outon her hilding.
Nur. God in heauen bleſſe her:
Youare toblame my Lord to rate her fo.
Fa.And why my Lady wiſdome,hold yourtongue,
Good Prudence Imatter,with your goflips go. 172 t
Nur. Ifpeake no treaſon,
Father,ôGodigeden,
May not one ſpeake?
Fa. Peaceyou mumblingfoole,
Vtter your grauitie are a Gofhips bowle, t
For here we need it not. 176
W. You aretoo hot.
Fa. Godsbread,it makes me mad,
Day,night,houre,tide,time,worke,play, t
Alone in companie,ftill my care hathbene
180
To haueher matcht,and hauingnow prouided
A Gentleman ofnoble parentage,
Offaire demeanes,youthfulland nobly liand, t
Stuft as they fay,with honourable parts,
Proportiond as ones thought would wiſha man, 184

And then to haue awretched pulingfoole,

Awhining mammet,in her forwnes tender,
To anfwere,ile not wed,I cannot loue:
188
I am too young, I pray you pardon me.
1 But
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But andyouwill not wed,ile pardon you.
Graze where you will ,you shall not houſe with me,
Looketoo't, thinke on't, I do not vſe to ieſt,
192 Thurſday is neare, lay hand on hart, aduiſe,
And you be mine, ile giue youto myfriend,
And yoube not,hang,beg,ftarue, dyeinthe ſtreets,
Forbymyfouleile nere acknowledge thee,
196 Nor what is mine fhall never do thee good :
Truft too't, bethinke you, ile not be forfworne.
Exit.
Iu. Is there no pittie fitting in the cloudes
That fees into the bottome ofmygreefe !
200 Ofweet my Mother caſt me not away,
Delay this marriagefor a month, a weeke,
Orifyoudo not, make the Bridall bed
In that dim Monument where Tibaltlies.
204 Mo. Talke not to me,for ile not fpeake a word,
Do as thou wilt,for I haue done with thee.
Exit.
Iu. O God, ôNurſe, how fhall this be preuented?
Myhusband is on earth,my faith in heauen,
208 How fhall that faith returne againe to earth ,
Vnlelle that husband ſend it me fromheauen,
By leauing earth ? comfort me, counfaile me :
t Alack, alack, that heauen ſhould practiſe ſtratagems
212 Vpon fo foft a fubiect as my ſelfe.
What ſayſt thou, haft thou not a word ofioy ?
Somecomfort Nurfe.
Nur, Faith here it is, Romeo is baniſhed and all the world to
216 That he dares nere come backto challenge you: (nothing,
Or ifhe do, it needs muſt be by ſtealth.
Then fince the cafe fo ftands as now it doth,
Ithinke it beft you married with the Countie,
220 O hees alouely Gentleman:
Romios a difhclout to him, an Eagle Madam
Hath not fo greene, fo quick, fo faire an eye
As Paris hath, befhrow my very hart,

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Ithinkeyou are happie in this fecond match, 224
For it excels your firſt,or ifit did not,
Your firft isdead, or twere as good he were,
Asliuing here,and you no vſe ofhim.
In. Speakft thou from thy heart? 228
Nur.And from my foule too, elle befhrewthem both. t
Is. Amen.
Nur. What?
Is.Well thou haft comforted me maruellous much,
Goin and tell my Lady I amgone,
Hauing difpleal'd my father to Laurence Cell, 232
Tomake confefsion,and to be obfolu'd.
Nur. Marric I will,and this is wifely done.
Is. Auncient damnation,ô moſt wicked fiend,
Is it morefin to with me thus forfworne, 236 †
Or to diſpraiſe my Lord with that fame tongue,
Which the hath praifde him with aboue compare,
So many thousand times ? Go Counsellor,
Thou and my bofome henceforth shall be twaine: 240
Ile totheFrier to know his remedie,
Ifall else faile,my felfe hauepower to die.
Exit. IV.i.
Enter Frier and Countie Paris.
Fri. On Thurſday fir :the timeis very fhort.
Par. My Father Capulet will haue it (o,
And I am nothing flow to flacke his hafte.
Fri. You fayyou do not know the Ladies minde: 4
Vneuenis the courfe,I like it not.
Par. Immoderately fhe weepes for Tybalts death,
And therefore haue I little talke ofloue,
ForVenusfmiles not in a houfe ofteares. 8
Nowfir,her father counts if daungerous
That the do give her forrowſo much ſway: t
And in his wifedome haftes our marriage,
Toftopthe inundation ofher teares. 12
Whichtoo much minded by her felfe alone
Maybe put from her by focietie.
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Now do you know the reafon ofthis hafte.
16 Fri. Iwould I knew not whyit ſhould beflowed.
t Looke fir,here comes the Lady toward my Cell.
Enter Iuliet,
Pa. Happilymet my Lady and my wife.
J. That may be fir,when I may be a wife.
20 P4. That may be,muſt be louc,on Thurſday next.
Is. What muſt be fhall be.
Fri. Thats a certaine text.
Par, Comeyou to make confeffion to this Father ?
I. To aunfwere that , I ſhould confeſſe to you.
241 Pa. Do not denie to him,that you loue me.
In. I will confeffe to you that I loue him.
Par. So will ye, I amfure that you loue me.
Iu. If I dofo, it will be ofmore price,
28 Beingſpoke behind your backe, then to your face.
Par. Poor foule thy face is much abuſde with tears.
Ix. The teares haue gotfmall victorie by that,
For it was bad inough before their ſpight.
32 Pa.Thou wrongft it more then tears with that report
I. That is no flaunder fir,which is atruth,
And what I fpake,I fpake it to my face.
Pa. Thy face is mine,and thou haft flandred it.
36 Is. It may be fo,for it is not mine owne
Are you at leifure,holy Father now, •
Or fhall Icome to you ateuening Maffe?
Fri. My leifureferues me penfiue daughter now,
† 40 My Lordwe muft entreate the timealone.
Par. Godfield,I ſhould diſturbe deuotion,
Juliet on Thurſday early will Irowſeyee,
Till then adue,and keepe this holy kiſſe.
Exit.
44 I. O fhut the doore,and when thou haft done lo,
Come weepe with me,paft hope, paft care,paft help.
Fri. Oluliet I already know thy greefe,
Itftraines me paft the compafle oftmy wits,
48 1heare thou muft,and nothing may prorogue it,
On
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On Thurſday next be married to this Countie.

Iu. Tell me not Frier,that thou heareft ofthis,
Valeffe thou tell me,howI may preuent it:
52
Ifinthy wifedome thou canft giue no helpe,
Do thou but call my reſolution wife,

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And with this knife ile helpe it prefently.
Godioynd myheart,andRomeos thou ourhands
And ere this hand by thee to Romeos ſeald: 56 t
Shall bethe Labellto an other deed,
Or mytrue heartwithtrecherous reuolt,
Turne to another,this fhall fley them both:
60
Therefore out ofthy long experienft time,
Giue me fome prefent counfell, or behold
Twixt myextreames and me,this bloudie knife
Shall playthe vmpeere,arbitrating that,
64
Which the commiſſion ofthy yeares and art,
Could to no iſſue oftrue honour bring:
Be notfo long to fpeake, I long todie,
Ifwhat thou ſpeakſt ,ſpeake not ofremedie .
68
Fri. Hold daughter, I do ſpie a kind ofhope,
Which craues as defperate an execution ,
Asthat is defperate which we would preuent.
Ifrather then to marrie Countie Paris
72
Thou haft the ftrength ofwill to ftaythy felfe,
Then is it likely thou wilt vndertake
A thing likedeath to chide away this fhame,
+248
t
That coapft with death,himſelfe to ſcape from it:
76
And ifthou dareft ,lle give thee remedie .
In. Oh bid me leape,rather then marrie Paris
From ofthe battlements ofany Tower,
Or walke in thecuifh wayes ,or bid me lurke
80
Where Serpents are: chaine me with roaring Beares,
Or hide menightly in a Charnel houſe,
Orecouerd quite with dead mens ratling bones,
With reekic ſhanks and yealow chapels fculis :
84
Or bid me go into a new made grauc ,
And hide me with a dead man in his, ↑
I 3 Things
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Things that to heare them told,haue made me tremble,
And Iwilldo it without feare or doubt,
88 Toliue anvnftaind wife to myfweete loue.
Fri. Hold then,go home,be merrie,giue conſent,
Tomorric Paris:wendfday is to morrow,
Tomorrownight looke that thou lie alone,
† 92 Letnotthe Nurfe liewith thee in thy Chamber:
Take thouthis Violl being then in bed,
And this diftilling liquor drinke thou off,
When preſently through all thy veines ſhall run,
96 A coldand drowzie humour:for no pulfe
Shall keepe his natiue progreffe but furceafe,
t Nowarmth,no breaft thall teftifie thou liueſt,
The roles in thy lips and cheekes fhall fade:
† 100 Too many afhes, thy eyes windowes fall:
t Like death when he shuts vp the dayof life.
Each part depriu'd offupple gouernment,
Shall fiffe and ftarke,and cold appeare like death,
10-4 And in this borrowed likeneffe offhrunke death
Thou shalt continue two and fortiehoures,
And then awake as from a pleaſant fleepe.
Now when the Bridegroome in the morningcomes,
10: Torowfe thee from thy bed,there are thou dead:
Then as the manner ofour countries,
t Is thy best robes vncouered on the Beere,
Be borne to buriall in thy kindreds graue:
t Thou shall be borne to thar fame auncient vault,
112 Where all the kindred of the Capulets he,
In the meane time againſt thou shalt awake,
Shall Romeo by my Letters know our drift,
Andhither fhall he come,an he and I
* 116 Willwatchthy walking, and that very night
Shall Romeo beare thee hence to Mantua,
Andthis fhall freethee from this preſent ſhame,
Ifno inconftant toy nor womaniſh feare,
120 Abatethy valour in the acting it.

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Tu. Giue me,giue me,Orell not me offeare t
Fri. Holdgetyou gone,beftrong andprofperous
In this refolue,ileſend a Frier withſpeed
To Mantua,with my Letters to thy Lord. 124
Is. Loue giue meftrength,andſtrength fhall helpe afford:
Farewell deare father. (Exi
EnterFather Capulet,Mother,Nurſe,and
Servingmen,two orthree. IV.ii
Ca. So many gueſts inuite as here are writ,
Sirrah,go hire me twentie cunning Cookes.
Ser.You fhall haue none ill fir, for ile trieifthey can lick their
fingers.
Capu. How canft thou triethemfo:
Ser. Marriefir,tis an ill Cooke that cannot lickhis ownefin
gers : therefore hee that cannot lick his fingers goes not with 8
me.
Ca. Go be gone,we fhallbe much vnfurniſht for this time:
Whatis my daughter gone to Frier Lawrence ?.
Nur. I forfooth . 12
Cap. Well, he may chance to do ſome good on her,
A peeuifh felfewieldhar lottry it is.
Enter Juliet.
Nur. Seewhere thecomesfrom fhrift with merie looke
Ca. How now my headstrong,where haue you bin gadding? 16
Is. Where I haue learnt me torepent the fin
Ofdifobedient oppofition ,
Toyou andyour behefts,and am enioynd
By holy Lawrence, to fall proftrate here. 20
Tobegyour pardon,pardon 1 befeech you,
Henceforward I ameuerrulde by you.
Ca. Send for the Countie, go tell him ofthis,
Ile haue this knotknit vp to morrowmorning. 24
I. Imertheyouthfull Lord at Lawrence Čell,
And gauehim what becomd loue I might,
Not ftepping ore the bounds ofmodeffie.
Cap. Why I amglad ont,this is wel, ſtand vp, 28
This is aftfhould be,let me fee the Countie:
Imarrie golfay and fetch him hither. Now
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Now afore God,this reuerend holy Frier,
32 All our whole Citie is much boundto him.
1. Nurfe,will you go with meinto my Cloſet,
To helpeme fort fuch needfull ornaments,
Asyou thinke fit tofurnish me to morrow?
36 Me. No not till Thursday,there is time inough.
Fa. Go Nurfe,go with her,weele to Church to morroW.
T Excus
Mo. We shall be fhort in our prouifion,
Tis now neare night.
Fa. Tuth,I will flirre about,
40 And all things fhall be well,I warrant thee wife:
Gothouto luliet ,helpe to decke vp her,
Ile not to bed to night ,let me alone:
lie playthe huswife for this once,what ho?
44 They are all forth, well I will walke my feife
ToCountie Paris , to prepare vp him
Againſt to morrow,my heart is wondrous light,
Since this fame wayward Gyrle is foreclaymd.
Exit.
Viii. ExterJuliet andNurſe.
Is. Ithofe attires are beft,but gentle Nurle
Ipraythee leaue me to my felfe to night:
For 1 haue need ofmany oryfons,
4 To mouethe heauens tofmile vpon myſtate,
Which well thou knoweft,is croffe and full offin.
Enter Mother.
Mo. What are you buſie ho?need you my helpe?
Iu. No Madam,we haue culd fuch neceffaries
8 As are behoofefull for our state to morrow:
So pleaſe you, let me now be left alone,
And let the Nurfe this night fit vp with you,
For I am fure you haue your hands full all,
12 Jothisfo fudden bufineffe.
Mo. Goodnight.
Get thee to bed and reſt,for thou halt need.
Exeunt
Iu. Farewell,
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Is. Farewell,Godknowes when we fhall meete againe,
I have a faint cold feare thrills through my veines,
That almoſt freezes vp the heate oflife: 16 T
Ile call them backe againe to comfort me.
Nurfe , what should the do here ?
My difmall ſceane I needs must actalone.
Come Violl, what ifthis mixture do not worke at all? 20
Shall I be married then to morrow morning?
No, no,this fhall forbid it,lie thouthere,
What ifit be a poyfon which the Frier
24
Subtilly hath miniftred to haue me dead,
Leaft in this marriage he ſhould be diſhonourd,
Becauſe he married me before to Romeo?
I feare it is, and yet me thinks it fhould not, 28
Forhe hath ftillbene tried a holy man.
Howifwhen I amlaid intothe Tombe,
Iwake before the time that Romeo
Cometo redeeme me,theres a fearfull poynt: 32
Shall I notthen be ſtiffled in the Vault?
To whofe foule mouth no healthſome ayre breaths in,
And there die ftrangled ere my Romeo comes.
36
Or ifI liue,is it not very like,
The horrible conceit ofdeath and night,
Togither with the terror ofthe place,
As in a Vaulte,an auncient receptacle,
Where for this many hundred yeares the bones 40 t
Ofall myburied aunceſtors are packt,
Where bloudie Tybaltyet but greene in earth,
Lies feftring in his throude,where as they ſay,
144
At fome houres in the night,ſpirits refort:
Alack,alack,is it not likethat I
So early waking, what with loathſome friels,
And fhrikes like mandrakes torne out ofthe carth,
48
That liuing mortalls hearing them run mad:
Oif I walke,fhall I not be diftraught,
Inuironed withall theſe hidious feares,
Andmadly play with my forefathers ioynts?
K And.
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52 Andpluck the mangled Tybalt from his fhrowde,
And in this rage with fome great kinfmans bone,
As with a club dafh out my defprate braines.
O looke, methinks I fee my Cozins Ghoft,
56 Seekingout Romeo that did ſpit his body
Vpon a Rapiers poynt:ſtay Tybalt, ſtayg
Romeo,Romeo ,Romeo,heeres drinke,I drinke to thee.
IV.JV Enter Lady of the houſe andNurſe.
La.Hold take theſe keies & fetch more fpices Nurſe.
Nur.They call for dates and quinces in the Paſtrie.
Enter old Capulet.
Ca. Come, ftir,flir,ftir,the fecond Cock hath crowed.
4 The Curphewbell hath roong,tis three a clock:
Looke tothe bakte meates,good Angelica,
Sparenot for coft.
Nur. Goyoucot- queane go,
Get you to bed,faith youle be ficke to morrow
For this nights watching.
Ca. No not a whit,what I haue watcht ere now,
All night for leffer caufe,and nere bene ficke.
La. Iyouhaue bene a mouſe-hunt in your time,
12 But Iwillwatch you fromfuch watching now.
Exit Lady and Nurſe.
Ca, A iealous hood,a iealous hood,now fellow,what is there?
Enterthree orfourewithſpits and logs,
and Baskets.
Fel. Things for the Cooke fir,but I know not what.
Ca. Make hafte, make haſteſirra,fetch drier logs .
16 Call Peter,he will fhew thee where they are.
Fel. haue a head fir that will find out logs ,
And neuer trouble Peterforthe matter,
(
Ca. Maffe and well faid,a merric horfon,ha,
20 Twou shalt be loggerhead ,good father tis day.
Play Muficke,
The Countie will be here with muficke ftraight,
Forfohefaid he would,I heare him neare.
Nurfe, wife, what ho,what Nurfe I fay?
Enter
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Enter Nurfe.
Go waken Iuliet,go and trim hervp, 24
Ile go and chat with Paris,hie,make hafte,
Make haft, the bridgroome,he is come already,make haſt I ſay.
Nur. Miftris, what miftris, luliet,faft I warrant her the, IV.v.
Why Lambe,why Lady,fieyou fluggabed,
Why Loue I fay, Madam,ſweete heart, why Bride:
What not a word,you take your penniworths now, 4
Sleepe for aweeke,for the next night I warrant
The Countic Paris hathfet vp his reft,
That you fhall reftbut little,God forgiue me.
Marrie and Amen : how found is the a fleepe; 8

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I'needs muſt wake her : Madam,Madam,Madam, +
I, let the Countie take you inyour bed,
Heele fright you vp yfaith,will it not be?
What dreft,and inyour clothes,and downe againe? 12
I muſt needs wakeyou,Lady.Lady,Lady.
Alas,alas,helpe,helpe, my Ladyes dead.

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Ohwereaday that euer I was borne,
Some Aqua-vitæ ho,my Lord my Lady. 16
Stage

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Mo. What noife is here? Directi
Nur. Olamentable day.
Mo. What is the matter?
Nur. Looke,looke,oh heauie day!
Mo. O me,Ome,my child,my onely life.
Reuiue,looke vp,or I will die with thee: 20
Helpe,helpe,call helpe.
EnterFather.
Fe. Forfhame bring Iulietforth,her Lord is come.
Nur, Shees dead:deccaft,fhees dead,alack the day.
M.Alack the day,fhees dead,fhees dead,ſhees dead. 24
Fa. Hahlet me fee her,out alas fhees cold,
Herbloud is fetled,and her ioynts areſtiffe :
Life and thefe lips haue long bene feparated,
Death lies on her likean vntimelyfroft, 28
Vponthe ſweeteſt flower ofall the field.
K 2 Nur. O
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Nur. Olamentable day
Mo. O wofull time!
F4. Death that hath tane herhece to make me waile
Ties vp my tongue and will not let me ſpeake .
32
Enter Frierandthe Countie.
Fri. Come, is the Bride ready to goto Church?
Fa. Ready to go but neuer to returne .
Ofonne,the night before thy wedding day
Hath death laine with thy wife, there the lies,
36
Flower as he was,deflowred by him,
Deathis my fonne in law,death is my heire,
My daughter he hath wedded.I will die,
And leaue him all life liuing?all is deaths.
40
Par. Haue I thought loue tofee this mornings face,.
t
And doth it give meſuch a fight as this ?
Mo. Accurft ,vnhappie,wretched hatefull day,
Moft miferable houre that ere timefaw,
44
Inlafting labour of his Pilgrimage,
But one poore one,one poore and louing child,
But onething to reioyce and folace in,
And cruell death hath catcht it from my fight.
48
Nur Owo, wofull ,wofull ,wofull day,
Moft lamentable day ,moſt wofull day
That euer, ener, I didyet bedold.
52 O day, day, day,Ö hatefull day,
Neuer was feene fo blacke a day as this,
Owofull day,Owofull day.
Par. Beguild,diuorced , wronged ,fpighted ,flaine

56 Moſt deteftable death ,by thee beguild,

By cruell , cruell , thee quite overthrowne,
O loue,O life,not life,but loue in death.
Fat. Defpifde diſtreſſed ,hated ,wartird kild,
Vncomfortable time ,why camſt thou now,
601
To murther,murther , our folemnitie ?
O childe ,Ochilde ,my foule and not my childe,
Dead art thou,alacke my child isdead,
And with my child my ioyes are buried.
64 Fri, Peace
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Fri. Peace ho for fhame,confufions care hues not,
In theſe confufions heauen andyour felfe
Had partin this faire maide,now heauen hath all,
And all thebetter is it for the maid: 68
Yourpart in her, you could not keepe from death.
But heauen keepes his part in eternall life,
The moft you fought was her promotion,
Fortwas your heauen ſhe ſhould be aduanſt. 72 t
And weepeye now, feeing fhe is aduanft
About the Cloudes,ashighas heauen it ſelfe.
Oin thisloue,you lone your child ſo ill,
Thatyourun mad,feeing that fhe is well: 76
Sheernot well married, that liues married long,
But ſhees beſt married,that dies married young.
Drie vpyourteares,and ſtick your Rofemarie
On this faire Coarfe, and as the cuſtome is, 80
And in her beſt array beare her to Church:
For though fome nature bids vs all lament, t
Yetnatures teares are reafons merriment.
Fa. All things that we ordained feftiuall, 84
Turne from their office to black Funerall:
Ourinftruments to melancholy bells,
Our wedding cheare to a fad buriall feaft:
Ourfolemne himnes to fullen dyrges change : 88
Our Bridall flowers ferue for a buried Coarfe:
And all things change them to the contrarie.
Fri. Sirgoyou in,and Madam go with him,
And gofit Paris,cuery one prepare 92
To follow this faire Coarfe vnto her graue:
The heauens do lowre vpon youfor fome ill:
Moue them no more,by eroffing their high wil .
Fxeunt manet. t
Mufi, Faith we may put vp our pipes and be gone. 96
Nur. Honeftgoodfellowes ,ah put vp, put vp,
For well you know,this is a pitifull cafe.
Fid. Imy my troath,the cafe may be amended. 100
Exit emnet.
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t EnterWillKemp.
Peter. Mufitions, oh Mufitions, harts cafe, harts cafe,
104 O.and you will haue ime liue, play harts cafe.
Pers t Fidler. Whyharts cafe?
Peter. O Mulitions, becauſe my hart it felfe plaies my hartis
108 O play me fome merie dump to comfort me. (full :
Pers† Minstrels. Nota dump we, tis no time to play now.
Peter. You will not then?
Pers † 112 Minft. No.
Peter. I will then give it you foundly.
Pers T Minft. What will you give vs?
Peter. No money on my faith,but the gleeke.
116 I will give you the Minstrell.
Pers ↑ Monftrel. Then will I giue you the Seruing-creature.
120 Peter. Then will I lay the feruing-creatures dagger on your
I willcary no Crochets, ile re you, lle fa (pate.
You,doyou note me?
Perst Minft. Andyou re vs, and favs,you notevs.
124 2.M. Prayyou put vpyour dagger,and put out your wit.
Then haue at you with my wit.
Peter, I will dry-beateyou with an yronwit, and put vp my
Anſwere me like men. (yron dagger.
128 Whengriping griefes the hart doth wound,then muſique with
her filuerfound.
132 Whyfiluerfound,why mufique,with her filuer found,what ſay
you Simon Catling?
Perst Minft. Mary fir, becauſe filuer hath a ſweet ſound.
1 Peter. Prates,what fay you Hugh Rebick ?
136 2. M. I fayfiluer found, becauſe Mufitions found for filuer.
+
Peter. Prates to, what fay you Tames found poft ?
140 3. M. Faith I know not whatto ſay.
Peter. Olery you mercy, you are the finger.
I willfay foryou, it is mufique with her filuerfound,
144 Becauſe Muſitions haue no gold forfounding :
Then Mufique with her filuer found with ſpeedy helpdoth
lend redrelle.
Exit.

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Min. What a peftilent knaue is this fame ! It Pers
M.2.Hanghimlack,come wecle in here,tarrie for the mour 148
ners,andſtay dinner.
Exit.
EnterRomeo. V.i
Ro. IfI maytruft the flattering truth offleepe,
Mydreames prefage fome ioyfull newes at hand,
My bofomes L. fits lightly in his throne :
And all this day an vnaccuftomd fpirit, 4t
Lifts me abouethe ground with chearfull thoughts,
I dreamt my Lady came and found me dead,
Strange dreame that giues a deadınan leaue to thinke,
And Breathdfuch life with kiffes in mylips, 8
That I reuiude and was an Emperor.
Ah me,howſweete is loue it felfe poffeft
Whenbut loues fhadowes are fo rich inioy.
Enter Romeos man.
Newes fromVerona,how now Balthazer, 12
Doft thou not bringme Letters from the Frier?
Howdoth my Lady,is my Father well:
Howdoth my Lady Iulier?that laske againe,
Fornothingcan be ill ifſhe be well. 16
Man, Then ſhe is well and nothing can be ill,
Herbodyfleepes in Capels monument,

+
Andher immortall part with Angels liues.
Ifawher laid lowe in her kindreds vault, 20
And preſently tooke pofte to tell it you :
Opardon me for bringing thefe ill newes,
Sinceyoudid leaue it for my officefir.
Rom. Is it infor then I denie you ftarres. 24 T
Thouknoweft my lodging,get me inke and paper,
Andhirepoft horfes ,I will hence to night.
Man. I do beseech youfir,haue patience:
Your lookes are pale and wilde,and do import 28
Some mifaduenture.
Ro. Tulh thou art deceiu'd ,
Leaueme,and do the thing I bid thee do, Haft
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Haft thou noLetters to me from theFrier?
32
Man. No my good Lord.
t Exit.
↑ Ro. No matter get thee gone,
And hyrethoſe horfes, Ile be with thee ſtraight.
Wellfulier, I will lie with thee to night:
Letsfee for meanes,O miſchiefe thou art ſwift,
36 To enter inthe thoughts ofdeſperate men.
I do remember an Appothacarie,
Andhere abouts a dwells which late I noted,
In tattred weeds with outerwhelming browes,
40
Culling offimples, meager were his lookes,
Sharpe miferie had worne him to the bones:
Andin his needie ſhop a tortoyes hung,
An allegater ftuft, and other skins
441
Ofill fhapte fishes, and about his thelues
Abeggerly account ofemptic boxes,
Greene earthen pots,bladders and muftie feedes,
Remnants ofpackthred,and old cakes of Roles
48
Were thinly fcattered to make vp a fhew.
Notingthis penury, to my felfe I faid,
An ifa man did need apoyfon now,
Whofe fale is prefent death in Mantua,
52 Hereliues a Catiffe wretch would fell it him.
Othis fame thought did but forerun my need,
And this fame needie man muſt ſell it me.
As I remember this ſhould be the houſe,
56 Being holyday thebeggers fhop is fhut.
ge Direction What ho Appothecarie.
Appo. Who callsfo lowd?
Kom. Come hither man , I fee that thou art poore,
Hold,there is fortie duckets,let me haue
60 Adram ofpoyfon,fuchfoone (peedinggeare,
As will difpearfe it felfe through all the veines,
That the life-wearic-taker may fall dead,
And that the Trunke may be difchargd ofbreath,
641 Asviolently, as haftic powder fierd
Doth
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Doth hurryfrom the fatall Canons wombe.
Poti. Such mortall drugs I haue,butMantuaslawe
Is death to any he that vtters them,
Ro. Art thoufo bare and full of wretchedneſſe, 68
And feareſt to die,famine is in thy cheekes,
Need and oppreffion ftarueth in thy eyes,
Contempt and beggerie.hangs vpon thy backe:
Theworld is notthy friend,nor the worlds law, 72
The world affoords no lawto make thee rich:
Then be not poore,but breake it and take this.
Poti. My pouertie, but not my will conſents,
Ro. I pray thy poucrtie and not thy will. 76
Poti. Put this in any liquid thingyou will
And drinke it off,and ifyou had the ftrength
Oftwentie men,it would difpatch you ſtraight.
Ro.There is thy Gold,worſe poyſon to mens foules, 80 t
Doing more murther in this loathifome world,
Then theſe poore copounds that thou maieſt not ſell,
I fell thee poyfon, thou haft fold me none,
Farewell,buy foode,and get thy felfe in fleſh. 84
Come Cordiall and not poyfon,go with me
To Inliets graue,for there muft Ive thee.
Exeunt.
EnterFrier Iohn to Frier Lawrence. V.ii.
Joh. Holy Franciſcan Frier,brother,ho.
Enter Lawrence. t
Law. This fame fhould be the voyce ofFrier John
Welcome from Mantua,what fayes Romer
Or ifhis minde be writ,giue me his Letter. &
Ioh. Going to find a barefoote brother out,
One of our order to affotiate me,
Here in this Citie vifiting the ficke ,
And finding him,the Searchers ofthe Towne 8
Sufpecting that we both were in ahouſe,
Where the infectious peftilence did raigne,
Scald vp the doores,and would not let vs forthy
Se that my speed to Mantua there was ſtaid. 72
L Lear. Who
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Law. Who bare my Letter then to Romeo ?
John. I could notſend it,here it is againe,
Nor get a meſſenger tobring it thee,
16 Sofearefull were they ofinfection
Law. Vnhappiefortune, by my Brotherhood;
The Letter was not nice but full of charge,
Ofdeare import,and the neglecting it,
20 May do much danger:Frier Iohn go hence,
Get me an Iron Crow and bring itftraight
Vnto my Cell.
John. Brother ile go andbringit thee. (Exit,
Law, Nowmuft I tothe Monument alone,
24 Within this threehoureswill faire Inlet wake,
Shee will befhrewe me much that Romeo
Hath hadno notice oftheſe accidents :
But I will write againe to Mantua,
28 And keepe her at my Cell till Romeo come,
Poorelining Coarfe,clofde in a dead mans Tombe.
Viil Exit.
Enter Paris andhis Page.
+ Par. Give me thy Torch boy,hence and ſtand aloofe,
Yet put it out,for I would not be ſeene:
Vnder yondyoung Trees lay thee all along,
4 Holding thy care clofe to the hollow ground,
Sofhall no footevpon the Church-yard tread,
Beingloofe,vnfirme with digging vp of Graues,
But thou fhalt heare it,whiftle then to me
As fignall that thou heareft fome thing approach,
Giue me thoſe flowers,do as I bid thee,go.
Pa. I am almoft afraid to ſtand alone,
Here in the Church-yard,yet I will aduenture.
12 Par. Sweetflower, withflowers thy Bridall bed Iftrew
O woe, thyCanapie is duft andſtones,
Which with ſweete water nightly I will dewe,
16 Orwanting that,with teares diftild by mones,
The obfequies that I for thee willkeepe:
Nightly
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Nightly fhall be,to ftrew thy graue and weepe.
Whistle Boy.
The Boy giues warning,fomething doth approach,
What curfed foote wanders this way to night,
To croffe my obfequies and true loues right? 20
What with a Torch?muffle me night awhile.

EnterRomeo and Peter.

Ro.Giue me that mattocke andthe wrenching Iron,
Hold take this Letter, early in the morning
Seethou deliver it to my Lord and Father, 24
Giue the the light vpon thy life I charge thee,
What ere thouheareftor feeft,ftand all aloofe,
And do not interrupt me in my courſe.
Why I defcend into this bed of death, 28
Is partlyto behold my Ladiesface:
But chiefly to take thence from her dead finger,
A precious Ring: a Ring that I muſt vſe,
In deare imployment,therefore hence begone: 32
But ifthou iealous doft returne to pric
In what I farther fhall intend to doo,
By heauen I will teate thee loyntby Ioynt,
And ftrewthis hungry Church-yard with thy lims : 36
The time and myintents arefauage wilde,
Morefierce and more inexorable farre,
Then emptie Tygers ,or the roaringfea.
Pet. I will be gone fit,and not trouble ye. 140 t
Ro.So fhalt thou fhew me friendfhid,take thou that,
Liue and be profperous,and farewell good fellow.
Pet. For allthis fame, ile hide me here about,
His lookes I feare,and his intents I doubt. 44
Ro. Thou deteftable mawe, thou wombe ofdeath,
Gorg'd with the dearest ino: fell ofthe earth :
Thus I enforce thy rotten lawes to open,
And in defpight ile cram thee with tnore foode, 48
Pa. This is that banisht haughtie Mountague,
That murdred my loucs Cozin,with which greefe
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It isfuppofed the faire creature died,
52 And here is come to do fome villainous fhame
Tothe dead bodies: I will apprehend him,
Stop thy vnhallowed toyle vile Mountague:
Can vengeance be pursued further then death?
56 Condemned villaine, I do apprehend thee,
Obey andgo with me , for thou muſt die.
Rom. Imuft indeed , andtherefore came I hitlery
Goodgentle youthtempt not a defprate man,
+60 Fliehence and leaue me,thinke vpon theſe gone,
Let them affright thee.I beseech theeyouth,
Put not anotherfin vpon my head,
By vrging me to furic, ôbe gone,
64 Byheauen I love thee better then my felfe,
For I come hither armde againſt myfelfe:
Staynot, begone,hue,andhereafter fay,
A mad mans mercie bid thee run away.
+68 Par. I do defie thy commiration,
And apprehend thee for a Felton here.
Ro. Wilt thou provoke me? then haue at thee boy.
Pers. > OLordtheyfight, I willgo call the Watch.
72 Par. Iamflaine,ifthou be mercifull,
Open the Tombe, lay mewith Inliet.
Rom. In faith I will, let me peruſe this face,
Mercutios kinfman.Noble CountieParis,
76 What faid myman,when my betofled foule
Did not attend himas we rode ? I thinke
He told me Paris fhould haue married Iuliet,
Saidhe not for or did I dreame it fo
80 Or amI mad,hearing him talke of Inlet,
To thinke it was fo ? O giue methy hand,
One writ with me in fowre misfortunes booke,
Ile buriecheein a triumphant graus.
84 A Graue,Ono, A Lanthorneſlaughtred youth:
Forhere lies Iuliet,and her bewtie makes
This Vault a feafting preſence full oflight,
Death
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Death lie thou there by adead man interd,
How oft when men are at the point ofdeath, 88
Haue they bene merie? which their keepers call
A lightning before death:Oh how may I
Call this a lightning ? Omy Loue, my wife,
Death that hath fuckt the honey ofthy breath,. 92
Hath had no poweryet vpon thy bewtie:
Thou art notconquerd,bewties enfigneyet
Iscrymfon in thy lips and in thy checks,
And deathspale flag is not aduancedthere. 96
Tybalt syelt thou there in thy bloudie ſheet?
Owhat more fauour can I do to thee,
Then with that hand that cut thy youth in twaine,
Tofunder his that was thine enemie ? 100 +
Forgive me Couzen.Ali deare luliet
Why art thou yet fo faire ? I will beleeue,
Shall I beleeue that vnfubftantiall death is amorous,
And that the leane abhorredmonſter keepes 104
Thee here in darke tobe his parramour ?
For feare ofthat I ſtill will ſtaie with thee,,
And neuer from this pallat ofdym night. t
Depart againe,come lye thou in my arme, 1084
Heer's tothy health,where ere thou tumbleſtin.
Otrue Appothecarie !
Thy drugs are quicke. Thus with a kiſſe I die.
Depart againe,here,here,will I remaine,
With wormes that are thy Chamber-maides: Ohere
Will Ifet vp my euerlaſting reft :
And ſhake the yoke of inaufpicious ftarres,
From this world wearied flefh.eyes looke yourlaſt: 112
Armes take your laſt embrace: And lips, you
The doores ofbreath,ſeale with a righteous kiſſe
Adatelelle bargaine to ingroffing death :
Come bitter conduct, come vnfauoury guide, 116
Thou defperate Pilot,now at once run on
The dalhing Rocks,thy feafick weary barke:
Heeres to my Loue.O true Appothecary
Thydrugs are quicke. Thus with a kiffeÏ die. 120

Frier
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Entrer Frier with Lanthorne, Crowe,
and Spade.
Frier. S.Frances be my fpeede, how oft to night
Haue my old feet ftumbled at graues ? Whoes there?
Man. Heeres one, a friend, and one that knowes youwell.
124 Frier. Bliffe be vpon you. Tell me good myfriend
What torchis yond that vainly lends his light
To grubs and eyeleffe fculles : as I difcerne,
It burnethin the Capels monument.
128 Man. It doth fo holyfir, and theres my maiſter, one that you
Frier. Who is it? (loue,
Man, Romeo.
Frier. Howlong hath he bin there ?
Man. Full halfe an houre.
Frier. Go with meto the Vault.
Man. Idare notfir.
132 My Mafter knowes not butI amgone hence,
And fearefully did menace me with death
IfI didſtay to looke on his entents.
t Frier. Stay then ile goalone, feare comes vpon me.
† 136 O muchI feare fome ill vnthriftie thing.
Man. As I did fleepe vnder this yong tree heere,
Idreampt my maifter and another fought,
And that my maifter flew him.
Frier. Romeo.
140 Alack alack, what bloud is this which ſtaines
The ftony entrance ofthis Sepulchre ?
What meane theſe maiſterleffe and goarie ſwords
To liedifcolour'd by this place ofpeace ?
144 Romeo, oh pale . who elle, what Paris too?
Andfteept in bloud ? ah what an vnkind hower I
Is guiltie ofthis lamentable chance ?
The Lady ſtirres.
148 Iuli. Ocomfortable Frier, where is my Lord?
I do remember well where I ſhould be :
And there I am, where is my Romeo ?
Frier. Iheare fome noyfe Lady, come from that neſt
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Ofdeath, contagion, and vnnaturallfleepe, 152
Agreater power then we can contradict
Hath thwarted our intents, come, comeaway,
Thy husband inthy bofome there lies dead:
And Paris too, come ile difpofe ofthee, 156
Among a Siſterhood of holy Nunnes :
Stay not to question, for the watch is comming,
Come gogood Juliet, I dare no longer ftay.
Exis
Iul. Goget thee hence, for I will not away. 760
Whats heerea cup clofd in my true loues hand?
Poiſon I fe hath bin his timeleffe end :
O churle, drunke all, and left no friendly drop

+
To helpme after, I will kiffe thy lips, 164
Happlic fome poyfon yet doth hang on them
To make me dye with a reſtoratiue.
Thy lips are warme.
Enter Boy andWatch..
Wareh. Leade boy, which way. 768
Ins. Yeanoife? then ile be briefe. O happy dagger
This is thy fheath, there rust and let me dye. Stagetion.
Direc
Watchboy.This is theplace there where the torch doth burne. † Pers.
Watch. The ground is bloudie, fearch about the Churchyard. 172
Go fome ofyou , who ere you find attach.
Pittifull fight, heere lies the Countie flaine,
And Inlet bleeding,warme, and newlie dead :
Who heere hathlaine this two daies buried. 176†
Go tell the Prince , runne to the Capulets,
Raile vpthe Mountagues, fome others fearch,
Wefee the ground whereon theſe woes do lye,
But the true ground ofall thefe piteous woes 180
Wecannot without circumstance deſcry.
Enter Romeos man,
Watch.Heres Romeos man,we found him in the Churchyard.
Chuf.watch. Hold him in fafetie till the Prince come hither. †Pera
EnterFrier, and another Watchman.
3.Watch. Here is a Frier that trembles, fighes, and weepes, 184
We
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We tookethis Mattocke and thisSpade from him,
+ As he wascomming from this Church-yards fide.
Chiefwatch.Agreat fufpition,ſtay the Frier too too.
Enter thePrince.
188 Prin. What mifaduenture is fo early vp,
+ That calls our perfon from our morning reft?
t Enter Capels.
t Ca. What ſhould it be that is fo fhrike abroad ?
Wife. Othe people in the street crie Romeo,
192 Some Iuliet,and fome Paris,and all runne
t With open outcry toward our Monument.
Pr. Whatfeare is this which ftartles in your cares?
Watch. Soueraine,here lies the CountyParis flain,
196 And Romeo dead,and Iuliet dead before
Warme and new kild. (comes.
Prin.Search,feeke & know howthis foule murder
+

Wat. Here is a Frier , and Slaughter Romeos man,

200 With Inſtruments vpon them,fit to open
Theſe dead mens Tombes,
*+

EnterCapulet andhis wife.

t
Ca. Oheauens !O wife looke howour daughter
This dagger hath miſtane,for loe his houfe (bleeds!
204
Is emptie onthe back ofMountague,
And it misfheathd in my daughters bofome.
Wife. Ome,this fight ofdeath,is as aBell
That warnes my old age to a fepulcher.
Enter Mountague.
208
Prin. Come Mountague, for thou art early vp
t Tofee thyfonne and heire, now earling downe.
Moun. Alas my liege, my wife is dead to night,
Griefe ofmyfounes exile hath ſtopt herbreath.
† 212 What further woe confpires against mine age?
Prin. Looke andthou shalt fee.
t Moun. Othou vntaught,what maners is in this,
To preffe before thy father to a graue?
216
Prin. Scale vpthe mouth ofoutrage for a while,
Tillwe can cleare thefe ambiguities,
And
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And know their ſpring, their head,their true diſcent,

And then will I be generall ofyour woes,
And leade you euen to death,meane time forbeare, 220
And let mifehance be flaue to patience,
Bringfoorth the parties offufpition.
Frier. Iam the greateſt able to do leaft,
224
Yet moſt fufpected as the time and place
Doth make againſt me ofthis direfull murther :
And heere I ftand both to impeach and purge
Myfelfe condemned,and my ſelfe excufde.
Prin. Thenfay at once what thou doft knowin this? 228
Frier. I will be briefe,for my ſhort date ofbreath
Is not folong asis a tedious tale.
Romeo there dead, was husband to that Inlet,
And the there dead, thats Romeos faithfull wife : 232
I married them, and their ſtolne marriage day
Was Tibalts doomeſday, whoſe vntimely death
Banifht the new-made Bridegroome from this Citie,
236
For whome, and not for Tibalt, Juliet pinde.
You to remoue that frege ofgriefe from her
Betrothd and would haue married her perforce
To Countie Paris. Then comes fhe to me,
And with wild lookes bid me deuife ſome meane 240 †
To ridherfrom this ſecond mariage :
Or inmy Cell there would the kill herfelfe.
Then gaue I her (fotuterd by my art)
A fleeping potion,which ſo tooke effc& 244
t
As I intended, for it wrought on her
The forme ofdeath, meane time I writ to Romeo
That he ſhould hither come as this dire night
248
To helpto take her from her borrowed graue,
Beingthe time the potions force fhould ceafe.
But he whichbore my letter, Frier Lohn,
Was ſtayed by accident, and yeſternight
252
Returnd my letter back,then allalone
At the prefixed hower ofherwaking ,
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Came I to take her from her kindreds Vault,
Meaningto keepe her clofely at my Cell,
256 Till I conueniently could fend to Romeo.
But when I came,fome minuteere the time
Ofher awakening,here vntimely lay,
The Noble Paris,and true Romeo dead.
260 She wakes,and I entreated her come forth
And bearethis worke ofheauen with patience :
Butthen a noyfe did fcare mefrom the Tombe,
And the too defperatewould not go with me:
264 But as it feemes,did violence on herfelfe.
Al this I know,& to the mariage herNurſeis priuie:
And ifought in this mifcariedby myfault,
†268 Let my oldlife befacrific'dfome houre before his time,
Vntothe rigour offeuereft law.
Prin, Weftill haue knowne thee for a holy man,
Wheres Romeos man ? what can heſay to this ?
Pers. +212 Balth, Ibrought my maifter newes ofIndietsdeath,
And theninpofte he came from Mantua,
To thisfame place.To this fame monument
This Letter he early bid me giue his Father,
276 Andthreatned me with death goingin the Vault,
IfI departed not,and left him there.
Prin. Giueme the Letter,I will looke onit.
Where is the Counties Page that raifd the Watch?
280 Sizrah,what made your maiſter in this place?
Pers.t Boy.He came with flowers toftrew his Ladies graue,
And bid me ftand aloofe, andfoI did,
Anon comesone with light to ope the Tombe,
284
And by andbymy maifter drew on him,
And then I ran away to call the Watch,
Prin.ThisLetter doth make good the Friers words,
Their courfe ofLoue,the tidings ofher death,
288 Andhere hewrites, that he did buy a poyfon
Ofapoore Pothecarie,and therewithall,
Came to this Vault, to die and lye with Inket.
Where be theſe enemies? Capulet, Monntagne? Sce

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See what a fcourge is laide vpon your hate ? 292
That heauen finds means to kil your ioyes withlous,
And I for winking at your difcords too,
Haue loft abrace ofkinfmen , all are puniſht.
Cap. Obrother Mountague,giue me thy hand, 296
This is mydaughters ioynture,forno more
Can I demaund.
Moun, But I can giuethee more,
For Iwillraie her ftatue in pure gold,
That whilesVerona by that name isknowne, 300
There fhall no figure at fuch rate be fet, t
As that oftrue and faithfull Inliet.
Capel. As rich fhall Romeos by hisLadies lie, +
Poorefacrifices ofour enmitie. 304
Prin. A glooming peace this morning with it brings.
The Sunfor forrowwill not fhew hishead:
Gohenceto haue more talke ofthefe fad things,
Somefhall be pardoned,andfome puniſhed. 308
Forneuerwas a Storie ofmore wo,
Then this ofInlet andher Remco. Stage
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