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The Tragedie of Romeo and Iuliet
Cankred with peace, to part your Cankred hate,
If euer you disturbe our streets againe,
Your liues shall pay the forfeit of the peace.
For this time all the rest depart away:
You Capulet shall goe along with me,
And Mountague come you this afternoone,
To know our Fathers pleasure in this case:
To old Free-towne, our common iudgement place:
Exeunt.Once more on paine of death, all men depart.
If euer you disturbe our streets againe,
Your liues shall pay the forfeit of the peace.
For this time all the rest depart away:
You Capulet shall goe along with me,
And Mountague come you this afternoone,
To know our Fathers pleasure in this case:
To old Free-towne, our common iudgement place:
Exeunt.Once more on paine of death, all men depart.
Moun.
Who set this auncient quarrell new abroach?
Speake Nephew, were you by, when it began:
Who set this auncient quarrell new abroach?
Speake Nephew, were you by, when it began:
Ben.
Heere were the seruants of your aduersarie,
And yours close fighting ere I did approach,
I drew to part them, in the instant came
The fiery Tibalt, with his sword prepar'd,
Which as he breath'd defiance to my eares,
He swong about his head, and cut the windes,
Who nothing hurt withall, hist him in scorne.
While we were enterchanging thrusts and blowes,
Came more and more, and fought on part and part,
Till the Prince came, who parted either part
Heere were the seruants of your aduersarie,
And yours close fighting ere I did approach,
I drew to part them, in the instant came
The fiery Tibalt, with his sword prepar'd,
Which as he breath'd defiance to my eares,
He swong about his head, and cut the windes,
Who nothing hurt withall, hist him in scorne.
While we were enterchanging thrusts and blowes,
Came more and more, and fought on part and part,
Till the Prince came, who parted either part
Wife.
O where is Romeo, saw you him to day?
Right glad am I, he was not at this fray
O where is Romeo, saw you him to day?
Right glad am I, he was not at this fray
Ben.
Madam, an houre before the worshipt Sun
Peer'd forth the golden window of the East,
A troubled mind draue me to walke abroad,
Where vnderneath the groue of Sycamour,
That West-ward rooteth from this City side:
So earely walking did I see your Sonne:
Towards him I made, but he was ware of me,
And stole into the couert of the wood,
I measuring his affections by my owne,
Which then most sought, wher most might not be found:
Being one too many by my weary selfe,
Pursued my Honour, not pursuing his
And gladly shunn'd, who gladly fled from me
Madam, an houre before the worshipt Sun
Peer'd forth the golden window of the East,
A troubled mind draue me to walke abroad,
Where vnderneath the groue of Sycamour,
That West-ward rooteth from this City side:
So earely walking did I see your Sonne:
Towards him I made, but he was ware of me,
And stole into the couert of the wood,
I measuring his affections by my owne,
Which then most sought, wher most might not be found:
Being one too many by my weary selfe,
Pursued my Honour, not pursuing his
And gladly shunn'd, who gladly fled from me
Mount.
Many a morning hath he there beene seene,
With teares augmenting the fresh mornings deaw,
Adding to cloudes, more cloudes with his deepe sighes,
But all so soone as the all-cheering Sunne,
Should in the farthest East begin to draw
The shadie Curtaines from Auroras bed,
Away from light steales home my heauy Sonne,
And priuate in his Chamber pennes himselfe,
Shuts vp his windowes, lockes faire day-light out,
And makes himselfe an artificiall night:
Blacke and portendous must this humour proue,
Vnlesse good counsell may the cause remoue
Many a morning hath he there beene seene,
With teares augmenting the fresh mornings deaw,
Adding to cloudes, more cloudes with his deepe sighes,
But all so soone as the all-cheering Sunne,
Should in the farthest East begin to draw
The shadie Curtaines from Auroras bed,
Away from light steales home my heauy Sonne,
And priuate in his Chamber pennes himselfe,
Shuts vp his windowes, lockes faire day-light out,
And makes himselfe an artificiall night:
Blacke and portendous must this humour proue,
Vnlesse good counsell may the cause remoue
Ben.
My Noble Vncle doe you know the cause?
My Noble Vncle doe you know the cause?
Moun.
I neither know it, nor can learne of him
I neither know it, nor can learne of him
Ben.
Haue you importun'd him by any meanes?
Haue you importun'd him by any meanes?
Moun.
Both by my selfe and many other Friends,
But he his owne affections counseller,
Is to himselfe (I will not say how true)
But to himselfe so secret and so close,
So farre from sounding and discouery,
As is the bud bit with an enuious worme,
Ere he can spread his sweete leaues to the ayre,
Or dedicate his beauty to the same.
Could we but learne from whence his sorrowes grow,
We would as willingly giue cure, as know.
Both by my selfe and many other Friends,
But he his owne affections counseller,
Is to himselfe (I will not say how true)
But to himselfe so secret and so close,
So farre from sounding and discouery,
As is the bud bit with an enuious worme,
Ere he can spread his sweete leaues to the ayre,
Or dedicate his beauty to the same.
Could we but learne from whence his sorrowes grow,
We would as willingly giue cure, as know.
Enter Romeo.
Ben.
See where he comes, so please you step aside,
Ile know his greeuance, or be much denide.
See where he comes, so please you step aside,
Ile know his greeuance, or be much denide.
Moun.
I would thou wert so happy by thy stay,
Exeunt.To heare true shrift. Come Madam let's away.
I would thou wert so happy by thy stay,
Exeunt.To heare true shrift. Come Madam let's away.
Ben.
Good morrow Cousin.
Good morrow Cousin.
Rom.
Is the day so young?
Is the day so young?
Ben.
But new strooke nine.
But new strooke nine.
Rom.
Aye me, sad houres seeme long:
Was that my Father that went hence so fast?
Aye me, sad houres seeme long:
Was that my Father that went hence so fast?
Ben.
It was: what sadnes lengthens Romeo's houres?
It was: what sadnes lengthens Romeo's houres?
Ro.
Not hauing that, which hauing, makes them short
Not hauing that, which hauing, makes them short
Ben.
In loue.
In loue.
Romeo.
Out.
Out.
Ben.
Of loue.
Of loue.
Rom.
Out of her fauour where I am in loue.
Out of her fauour where I am in loue.
Ben.
Alas that loue so gentle in his view,
Should be so tyrannous and rough in proofe.
Alas that loue so gentle in his view,
Should be so tyrannous and rough in proofe.
Rom.
Alas that loue, whose view is muffled still,
Should without eyes, see path-wayes to his will:
Where shall we dine? O me: what fray was heere?
Yet tell me not, for I haue heard it all:
Heere's much to do with hate, but more with loue:
Why then, O brawling loue, O louing hate,
O any thing, of nothing first created:
O heauie lightnesse, serious vanity,
Mishapen Chaos of welseeming formes,
Feather of lead, bright smoake, cold fire, sicke health,
Still waking sleepe, that is not what it is:
This loue feele I, that feele no loue in this.
Doest thou not laugh?
Alas that loue, whose view is muffled still,
Should without eyes, see path-wayes to his will:
Where shall we dine? O me: what fray was heere?
Yet tell me not, for I haue heard it all:
Heere's much to do with hate, but more with loue:
Why then, O brawling loue, O louing hate,
O any thing, of nothing first created:
O heauie lightnesse, serious vanity,
Mishapen Chaos of welseeming formes,
Feather of lead, bright smoake, cold fire, sicke health,
Still waking sleepe, that is not what it is:
This loue feele I, that feele no loue in this.
Doest thou not laugh?
Ben.
No Coze, I rather weepe.
No Coze, I rather weepe.
Rom.
Good heart, at what?
Good heart, at what?
Ben.
At thy good hearts oppression.
At thy good hearts oppression.
Rom.
Why such is loues transgression.
Griefes of mine owne lie heauie in my breast,
Which thou wilt propagate to haue it preast
With more of thine, this loue that thou hast showne,
Doth adde more griefe, to too much of mine owne.
Loue, is a smoake made with the fume of sighes,
Being purg'd, a fire sparkling in Louers eyes,
Being vext, a Sea nourisht with louing teares,
What is it else? a madnesse, most discreet,
A choking gall, and a preseruing sweet:
Farewell my Coze.
Why such is loues transgression.
Griefes of mine owne lie heauie in my breast,
Which thou wilt propagate to haue it preast
With more of thine, this loue that thou hast showne,
Doth adde more griefe, to too much of mine owne.
Loue, is a smoake made with the fume of sighes,
Being purg'd, a fire sparkling in Louers eyes,
Being vext, a Sea nourisht with louing teares,
What is it else? a madnesse, most discreet,
A choking gall, and a preseruing sweet:
Farewell my Coze.
Ben.
Soft I will goe along.
And if you leaue me so, you do me wrong.
Soft I will goe along.
And if you leaue me so, you do me wrong.
Rom.
Tut I haue lost my selfe, I am not here,
This is not Romeo, hee's some other where.
Tut I haue lost my selfe, I am not here,
This is not Romeo, hee's some other where.
Ben.
Tell me in sadnesse, who is that you loue?
Tell me in sadnesse, who is that you loue?
Rom.
What shall I grone and tell thee?
What shall I grone and tell thee?
Ben.
Grone, why no: but sadly tell me who.
Grone, why no: but sadly tell me who.
Rom.
A sicke man in sadnesse makes his will:
A word ill vrg'd to one that is so ill:
In sadnesse Cozin, I do loue a woman.
A sicke man in sadnesse makes his will:
A word ill vrg'd to one that is so ill:
In sadnesse Cozin, I do loue a woman.
Ben.
I aym'd so neare, when I suppos'd you lou'd.
I aym'd so neare, when I suppos'd you lou'd.
Rom.
A right good marke man, and shee's faire I loue
A right good marke man, and shee's faire I loue
Ben.
A right faire marke, faire Coze, is soonest hit.
A right faire marke, faire Coze, is soonest hit.
Rom.
Well in that hit you misse, sheel not be hit
With Cupids arrow, she hath Dians wit:
And in strong proofe of chastity well arm'd:
From loues weake childish Bow, she liues vncharm'd.
Shee will not stay the siege of louing tearmes,
Nor bid th'encounter of assailing eyes.
Nor open her lap to Sainct-seducing Gold:
O she is rich in beautie, onely poore,
That when she dies, with beautie dies her store.
Well in that hit you misse, sheel not be hit
With Cupids arrow, she hath Dians wit:
And in strong proofe of chastity well arm'd:
From loues weake childish Bow, she liues vncharm'd.
Shee will not stay the siege of louing tearmes,
Nor bid th'encounter of assailing eyes.
Nor open her lap to Sainct-seducing Gold:
O she is rich in beautie, onely poore,
That when she dies, with beautie dies her store.
Ben.
Then she hath sworne, that she will still liue chast?
Then she hath sworne, that she will still liue chast?
Rom.
She hath, and in that sparing make huge wast?
For beauty steru'd with her seuerity,
Cuts beauty off from all posteritie.
She hath, and in that sparing make huge wast?
For beauty steru'd with her seuerity,
Cuts beauty off from all posteritie.
She
