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The Tragedie of Romeo and Iuliet. Mer. Tut, duns the Mouse, the Constables owne word, If thou art dun, weele draw thee from the mire. Or saue your reuerence loue, wherein thou stickest Vp to the eares, come we burne day‑light ho. Rom.
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Nay that's not so.
Mer. I meane sir I delay, We wast our lights in vaine, lights, lights, by day; Take our good meaning, for our Iudgement sits Fiue times in that, ere once in our fiue wits. Rom.
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And we meane well in going to this Maske, But 'tis no wit to go.
Mer. Why may one aske? Rom. I dreampt a dreame to night. Mer. And so did I. Rom.
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Well what was yours?
Mer. That dreamers often lye. Ro. In bed a sleepe while they do dreame things true. Mer.

O then I see Queene Mab hath beene with you:

She is the Fairies Midwife, & she comes in shape no big­

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ger then Agat‑stone, on the fore‑finger of an Alderman,

drawne with a teeme of little Atomies, ouer mens noses as

they lie asleepe: her Waggon Spokes made of long Spin­

ners legs: the Couer of the wings of Grashoppers, her

Traces of the smallest Spiders web, her coullers of the

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Moonshines watry Beames, her Whip of Crickets bone,

the Lash of Philome, her Waggoner, a small gray‑coated

Gnat, not halfe so bigge as a round little Worme, prickt

from the Lazie‑finger of a man. Her Chariot is an emptie

Haselnut, made by the Ioyner Squirrel or old Grub, time

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out a mind, the Faries Coach‑makers: & in this state she

gallops night by night, through Louers braines: and then

they dreame of Loue. On Courtiers knees, that dreame on

Cursies strait: ore Lawyers fingers, who strait dreamt on

Fees, ore Ladies lips, who strait on kisses dreame, which

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oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues, because their

breath with Sweet meats tainted are. Sometime she gal­

lops ore a Courtiers nose, & then dreames he of smelling

out a sute: & somtime comes she with Tith pigs tale, tick­

ling a Parsons nose as a lies asleepe, then he dreames of

[515]

another Benefice. Sometime she driueth ore a Souldiers

necke, & then dreames he of cutting Forraine throats, of

Breaches, Ambuscados, Spanish Blades: Of Healths fiue

Fadome deepe, and then anon drums in his eares, at which

he startes and wakes; and being thus frighted, sweares a

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prayer or two & sleepes againe: this is that very Mab that

plats the manes of Horses in the night: & bakes the Elk­

locks in foule sluttish haires, which once vntangled, much

misfortune bodes,

This is the hag, when Maides lie on their backs,
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That presses them, and learnes them first to beare, Making them women of good carriage: This is she.
Rom. Peace, peace, Mercutio peace, Thou talk'st of nothing. Mer.
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True, I talke of dreames: Which are the children of an idle braine, Begot of nothing, but vaine phantasie, Which is as thin of substance as the ayre, And more inconstant then the wind, who wooes
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Euen now the frozen bosome of the North: And being anger'd, puffes away from thence, Turning his side to the dew dropping South.
Ben. This wind you talke of blowes vs from our selues, Supper is done, and we shall come too late. Rom.
[540]
I feare too early, for my mind misgiues, Some consequence yet hanging in the starres,

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Shall bitterly begin his fearefull date With this nights reuels, and expire the tearme Of a despised life clos'd in my brest:
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By some vile forfeit of vntimely death. But he that hath the stirrage of my course, Direct my sute: on lustie Gentlemen.
Ben. Strike Drum.
[Act 1, Scene 5] They march about the Stage, and Seruingmen come forth with their napkins. Enter Seruant. Ser.

Where's Potpan, that he helpes not to take away?

[550]

He shift a Trencher? he scrape a Trencher?

1.

When good manners, shall lie in one or two mens

hands, and they vnwasht too, 'tis a foule thing.

Ser.

Away with the Ioynstooles, remoue the Court­

cubbord, looke to the Plate: good thou, saue mee a piece

[555]

of Marchpane, and as thou louest me, let the Porter let in

Susan Grindstone, and Nell, Anthonie and Potpan.

2.

I Boy readie.

Ser.

You are lookt for, and cal'd for, askt for, & sought

for, in the great Chamber.

1
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We cannot be here and there too, chearly Boyes,

Be brisk awhile, and the longer liuer take all.

Exeunt. Enter all the Guests and Gentlewomen to the Maskers. 1. Capu. Welcome Gentlemen, Ladies that haue their toes Vnplagu'd with Cornes, will walke about with you:
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Ah my Mistresses, which of you all Will now deny to dance ? She that makes dainty, She Ile sweare hath Cornes: am I come neare ye now? Welcome Gentlemen, I haue seene the day That I haue worne a Visor, and could tell
[570]
A whispering tale in a faire Ladies eare: Such as would please: 'tis gone, 'tis gone, 'tis gone, You are welcome Gentlemen, come Musitians play: Musicke plaies: and the dance. A Hall, Hall, giue roome, and foote it Girles, More light you knaues, and turne the Tables vp:
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And quench the fire, the Roome is growne too hot. Ah sirrah, this vnlookt for sport comes well: Nay sit, nay sit, good Cozin Capulet, For you and I are past our dauncing daies: How long 'ist now since last your selfe and I
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Were in a Maske?
2. Capu. Berlady thirty yeares. 1. Capu. What man: 'tis not so much, 'tis not so much, 'Tis since the Nuptiall of Lucentio, Come Pentycost as quickely as it will,
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Some fiue and twenty yeares, and then we Maskt.
2. Cap. 'Tis more, 'tis more, his Sonne is elder sir: His Sonne is thirty. 3. Cap. Will you tell me that? His Sonne was but a Ward two yeares agoe. Rom.
[590]
What Ladie is that which doth inrich the hand Of yonder Knight?
Ser. I know not sir. Rom. O she doth teach the Torches to burne bright: It seemes she hangs vpon the cheeke of night,
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As a rich Iewel in an Æthiops eare: Beauty too rich for vse, for earth too deare: So shewes a Snowy Doue trooping with Crowes, As yonder Lady ore her fellowes showes; The measure done, Ile watch her place of stand,
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And touching hers, make blessed my rude hand. Did

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[Act 1, Scene 5] They march about the Stage, and Seruingmen come forth with their napkins. Enter Seruant. Ser.

Where's Potpan, that he helpes not to take away?

[550]

He shift a Trencher? he scrape a Trencher?

1.

When good manners, shall lie in one or two mens

hands, and they vnwasht too, 'tis a foule thing.

Ser.

Away with the Ioynstooles, remoue the Court­

cubbord, looke to the Plate: good thou, saue mee a piece

[555]

of Marchpane, and as thou louest me, let the Porter let in

Susan Grindstone, and Nell, Anthonie and Potpan.

2.

I Boy readie.

Ser.

You are lookt for, and cal'd for, askt for, & sought

for, in the great Chamber.

1
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We cannot be here and there too, chearly Boyes,

Be brisk awhile, and the longer liuer take all.

Exeunt. Enter all the Guests and Gentlewomen to the Maskers. 1. Capu. Welcome Gentlemen, Ladies that haue their toes Vnplagu'd with Cornes, will walke about with you:
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Ah my Mistresses, which of you all Will now deny to dance ? She that makes dainty, She Ile sweare hath Cornes: am I come neare ye now? Welcome Gentlemen, I haue seene the day That I haue worne a Visor, and could tell
[570]
A whispering tale in a faire Ladies eare: Such as would please: 'tis gone, 'tis gone, 'tis gone, You are welcome Gentlemen, come Musitians play: Musicke plaies: and the dance. A Hall, Hall, giue roome, and foote it Girles, More light you knaues, and turne the Tables vp:
[575]
And quench the fire, the Roome is growne too hot. Ah sirrah, this vnlookt for sport comes well: Nay sit, nay sit, good Cozin Capulet, For you and I are past our dauncing daies: How long 'ist now since last your selfe and I
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Were in a Maske?
2. Capu. Berlady thirty yeares. 1. Capu. What man: 'tis not so much, 'tis not so much, 'Tis since the Nuptiall of Lucentio, Come Pentycost as quickely as it will,
[585]
Some fiue and twenty yeares, and then we Maskt.
2. Cap. 'Tis more, 'tis more, his Sonne is elder sir: His Sonne is thirty. 3. Cap. Will you tell me that? His Sonne was but a Ward two yeares agoe. Rom.
[590]
What Ladie is that which doth inrich the hand Of yonder Knight?
Ser. I know not sir. Rom. O she doth teach the Torches to burne bright: It seemes she hangs vpon the cheeke of night,
[595]
As a rich Iewel in an Æthiops eare: Beauty too rich for vse, for earth too deare: So shewes a Snowy Doue trooping with Crowes, As yonder Lady ore her fellowes showes; The measure done, Ile watch her place of stand,
[600]
And touching hers, make blessed my rude hand. Did my heart loue till now, forsweare it sight, For I neuer saw true Beauty till this night.
Tib. This by his voice, should be a Mountague. Fetch me my Rapier Boy, what dares the slaue
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Come hither couer'd with an antique face, To fleere and scorne at our Solemnitie? Now by the stocke and Honour of my kin, To strike him dead I hold it not a sin.
Cap. Why how now kinsman,
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Wherefore storme you so?
Tib. Vncle this is a Mountague, our foe: A Villaine that is hither come in spight, To scorne at our Solemnitie this night. Cap. Young Romeo is it? Tib.
[615]
'Tis he, that Villaine Romeo.
Cap. Content thee gentle Coz, let him alone, A beares him like a portly Gentleman: And to say truth, Verona brags of him, To be a vertuous and well gouern'd youth:
[620]
I would not for the wealth of all the towne, Here in my house do him disparagement: Therfore be patient, take no note of him, It is my will, the which if thou respect, Shew a faire presence, and put off these frownes,
[625]
An ill beseeming semblance for a Feast.
Tib. It fits when such a Villaine is a guest, Ile not endure him. Cap. He shall be endur'd. What goodman boy, I say he shall, go too,
[630]
Am I the Maister here or you? go too, Youle not endure him, God shall mend my soule, Youle make a Mutinie among the Guests: You will set cocke a hoope, youle be the man.
Tib. Why Vncle, 'tis a shame. Cap.
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Go too, go too, You are a sawcy Boy, 'ist so indeed? This tricke may chance to scath you, I know what, You must contrary me, marry 'tis time. Well said my hearts, you are a Princox, goe,
[640]
Be quiet, or more light, more light for shame, Ile make you quiet. What, chearely my hearts.
Tib. Patience perforce, with wilfull choler meeting, Makes my flesh tremble in their different greeting: I will withdraw, but this intrusion shall
[645]
Now seeming sweet, conuert to bitter gall.
Exit. Rom. If I prophane with my vnworthiest hand, This holy shrine, the gentle sin is this, My lips to blushing Pilgrims did ready stand, To smooth that rough touch, with a tender kisse. Iul.
[650]
Good Pilgrime, You do wrong your hand too much. Which mannerly deuotion shewes in this, For Saints haue hands, that Pilgrims hands do tuch, And palme to palme, is holy Palmers kisse.
Rom.
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Haue not Saints lips, and holy Palmers too?
Iul. I Pilgrim, lips that they must vse in prayer. Rom. O then deare Saint, let lips do what hands do, They pray (grant thou) least faith turne to dispaire. Iul. Saints do not moue,
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Though grant for prayers sake.
Rom. Then moue not while my prayers effect I take: Thus from my lips, by thine my sin is purg'd. Iul. Then haue my lips the sin that they haue tooke. Rom. Sin from my lips? O trespasse sweetly vrg'd:
[665]
Giue me my sin againe.
Iul. You kisse by'th'booke. Nur. Madam your Mother craues a word with you. Rom. What is her Mother ? Nurs. Marrie Batcheler,
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Her Mother is the Lady of the house, And a good Lady, and a wise, and Vertuous, I Nur'st her Daughter that you talkt withall: I tell you, he that can lay hold of her, Shall haue the chincks.
Rom.
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Is she a Capulet? O deare account! My life is my foes debt.
Ben. Away, be gone, the sport is at the best. Rom. I so I feare, the more is my vnrest. Cap. Nay Gentlemen prepare not to be gone,
[680]
We haue a trifling foolish Banquet towards: Is it e'ne so? why then I thanke you all. I thanke you honest Gentlemen, good night: More Torches here: come on, then let's to bed. Ah sirrah, by my faie it waxes late,
[685]
Ile to my rest.
Iuli. Come hither Nurse, What is yond Gentleman: Nur. The Sonne and Heire of old Tyberio. Iuli. What's he that now is going out of doore ? Nur.
[690]
Marrie that I thinke be young Petruchio.
Iul. What's he that follows here that would not dance? Nur. I know not. Iul. Go aske his name: if he be married, My graue is like to be my wedded bed. Nur.
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His name is Romeo, and a Mountague, The onely Sonne of your great Enemie.
Iul. My onely Loue sprung from my onely hate, Too early seene, vnknowne, and knowne too late, Prodigious birth of Loue it is to me,
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That I must loue a loathed Enemie.
Nur. What's this? whats this? Iul. A rime, I learne euen now Of one I dan'st withall. One cals within, Iuliet. Nur. Anon, anon:
[705]
Come let's away, the strangers all are gone.
Exeunt. Chorus. Now old desire doth in his death bed lie, And yong affection gapes to be his Hei , That faire, for which Loue gron'd for and would die, With tender Iuliet matcht, is now not faire.
[710]
Now Romeo is beloued, and Loues againe, A like bewitched by the charme of lookes: But to his foe suppose'd he must complaine, And she steale Loues sweet bait from fearefull hookes: Being held a foe, he may not haue accesse
[715]
To breath such vowes as Louers vse to sweare, And she as much in Loue, her meanes much lesse, To meete her new Beloued any where: But passion lends them Power, time, meanes to meete, Temp'ring extremities with extreame sweete.
 

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      <l n="590">What Ladie is that which doth inrich the hand</l>
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      <l n="596">Beauty too rich for vse, for earth too deare:</l>
      <l n="597">So shewes a Snowy Doue trooping with Crowes,</l>
      <l n="598">As yonder Lady ore her fellowes showes;</l>
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      <l n="605">Come hither couer'd with an antique face,</l>
      <l n="606">To fleere and scorne at our Solemnitie?</l>
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      <l n="614">Young<hi rend="italic">Romeo</hi>is it?</l>
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      <l n="620">I would not for the wealth of all the towne,</l>
      <l n="621">Here in my house do him disparagement:</l>
      <l n="622">Therfore be patient, take no note of him,</l>
      <l n="623">It is my will, the which if thou respect,</l>
      <l n="624">Shew a faire presence, and put off these frownes,</l>
      <l n="625">An ill beseeming semblance for a Feast.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-rom-tyb">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tib.</speaker>
      <l n="626">It fits when such a Villaine is a guest,</l>
      <l n="627">Ile not endure him.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-rom-cap">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cap.</speaker>
      <l n="628">He shall be endur'd.</l>
      <l n="629">What goodman boy, I say he shall, go too,</l>
      <l n="630">Am I the Maister here or you? go too,</l>
      <l n="631">Youle not endure him, God shall mend my soule,</l>
      <l n="632">Youle make a Mutinie among the Guests:</l>
      <l n="633">You will set cocke a hoope, youle be the man.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-rom-tyb">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tib.</speaker>
      <l n="634">Why Vncle, 'tis a shame.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-rom-cap">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cap.</speaker>
      <l n="635">Go too, go too,</l>
      <l n="636">You are a sawcy Boy, 'ist so indeed?</l>
      <l n="637">This tricke may chance to scath you, I know what,</l>
      <l n="638">You must contrary me, marry 'tis time.</l>
      <l n="639">Well said my hearts, you are a Princox, goe,</l>
      <l n="640">Be quiet, or more light, more light for shame,</l>
      <l n="641">Ile make you quiet. What, chearely my hearts.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-rom-tyb">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tib.</speaker>
      <l n="642">Patience perforce, with wilfull choler meeting,</l>
      <l n="643">Makes my flesh tremble in their different greeting:</l>
      <l n="644">I will withdraw, but this intrusion shall</l>
      <l n="645">Now seeming sweet, conuert to bitter gall.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="business">Exit.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-rom-rom">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
      <l n="646">If I prophane with my vnworthiest hand,</l>
      <l n="647">This holy shrine, the gentle sin is this,</l>
      <l n="648">My lips to blushing Pilgrims did ready stand,</l>
      <l n="649">To smooth that rough touch, with a tender kisse.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-rom-jul">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iul.</speaker>
      <l n="650">Good Pilgrime,</l>
      <l n="651">You do wrong your hand too much.</l>
      <l n="652">Which mannerly deuotion shewes in this,</l>
      <l n="653">For Saints haue hands, that Pilgrims hands do tuch,</l>
      <l n="654">And palme to palme, is holy Palmers kisse.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-rom-rom">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
      <l n="655">Haue not Saints lips, and holy Palmers too?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-rom-jul">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iul.</speaker>
      <l n="656">I Pilgrim, lips that they must vse in prayer.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-rom-rom">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
      <l n="657">O then deare Saint, let lips do what hands do,</l>
      <l n="658">They pray (grant thou) least faith turne to dispaire.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-rom-jul">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iul.</speaker>
      <l n="659">Saints do not moue,</l>
      <l n="660">Though grant for prayers sake.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-rom-rom">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
      <l n="661">Then moue not while my prayers effect I take:</l>
      <l n="662">Thus from my lips, by thine my sin is purg'd.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-rom-jul">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iul.</speaker>
      <l n="663">Then haue my lips the sin that they haue tooke.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-rom-rom">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
      <l n="664">Sin from my lips? O trespasse sweetly vrg'd:</l>
      <l n="665">Giue me my sin againe.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-rom-jul">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iul.</speaker>
      <l n="666">You kisse by'th'booke.</l>
   </sp>
   <cb n="2"/>
   <sp who="#F-rom-nur">
      <speaker rend="italic">Nur.</speaker>
      <l n="667">Madam your Mother craues a word with you.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-rom-rom">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
      <l n="668">What is her Mother<c rend="italic">?</c>
      </l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-rom-nur">
      <speaker rend="italic">Nurs.</speaker>
      <l n="669">Marrie Batcheler,</l>
      <l n="670">Her Mother is the Lady of the house,</l>
      <l n="671">And a good Lady, and a wise, and Vertuous,</l>
      <l n="672">I Nur'st her Daughter that you talkt withall:</l>
      <l n="673">I tell you, he that can lay hold of her,</l>
      <l n="674">Shall haue the chincks.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-rom-rom">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
      <l n="675">Is she a<hi rend="italic">Capulet</hi>?</l>
      <l n="676">O deare account! My life is my foes debt.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-rom-ben">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ben.</speaker>
      <l n="677">Away, be gone, the sport is at the best.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-rom-rom">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
      <l n="678">I so I feare, the more is my vnrest.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-rom-cap">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cap.</speaker>
      <l n="679">Nay Gentlemen prepare not to be gone,</l>
      <l n="680">We haue a trifling foolish Banquet towards:</l>
      <l n="681">Is it e'ne so? why then I thanke you all.</l>
      <l n="682">I thanke you honest Gentlemen, good night:</l>
      <l n="683">More Torches here: come on, then let's to bed.</l>
      <l n="684">Ah sirrah, by my faie it waxes late,</l>
      <l n="685">Ile to my rest.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-rom-jul">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iuli.</speaker>
      <l n="686">Come hither Nurse,</l>
      <l n="687">What is yond Gentleman:</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-rom-nur">
      <speaker rend="italic">Nur.</speaker>
      <l n="688">The Sonne and Heire of old<hi rend="italic">Tyberio</hi>.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-rom-jul">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iuli.</speaker>
      <l n="689">What's he that now is going out of doore<c rend="italic">?</c>
      </l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-rom-nur">
      <speaker rend="italic">Nur.</speaker>
      <l n="690">Marrie that I thinke be young<hi rend="italic">Petruchio</hi>.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-rom-jul">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iul.</speaker>
      <l n="691">What's he that follows here that would not dance?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-rom-nur">
      <speaker rend="italic">Nur.</speaker>
      <l n="692">I know not.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-rom-jul">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iul.</speaker>
      <l n="693">Go aske his name: if he be married,</l>
      <l n="694">My graue is like to be my wedded bed.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-rom-nur">
      <speaker rend="italic">Nur.</speaker>
      <l n="695">His name is<hi rend="italic">Romeo</hi>, and a<hi rend="italic">Mountague</hi>,</l>
      <l n="696">The onely Sonne of your great Enemie.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-rom-jul">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iul.</speaker>
      <l n="697">My onely Loue sprung from my onely hate,</l>
      <l n="698">Too early seene, vnknowne, and knowne too late,</l>
      <l n="699">Prodigious birth of Loue it is to me,</l>
      <l n="700">That I must loue a loathed Enemie.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-rom-nur">
      <speaker rend="italic">Nur.</speaker>
      <l n="701">What's this? whats this?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-rom-jul">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iul.</speaker>
      <l n="702">A rime, I learne euen now</l>
      <l n="703">Of one I dan'st withall.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="business">One cals within, Iuliet.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-rom-nur">
      <speaker rend="italic">Nur.</speaker>
      <l n="704">Anon, anon:</l>
      <l n="705">Come let's away, the strangers all are gone.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="business">Exeunt.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-rom-cho">
      <speaker rend="italic center">Chorus.</speaker>
      <l n="706">Now old desire doth in his death bed lie,</l>
      <l n="707">And yong affection gapes to be his Hei<gap extent="2"
              unit="chars"
              reason="illegible"
              agent="hole"
              resp="#ES"/>,</l>
      <l n="708">That faire, for which Loue gron'd for and would die,</l>
      <l n="709">With tender<hi rend="italic">Iuliet</hi>matcht, is now not faire.</l>
      <l n="710">Now<hi rend="italic">Romeo</hi>is beloued, and Loues againe,</l>
      <l n="711">A like bewitched by the charme of lookes:</l>
      <l n="712">But to his foe suppose'd he must complaine,</l>
      <l n="713">And she steale Loues sweet bait from fearefull hookes:</l>
      <l n="714">Being held a foe, he may not haue accesse</l>
      <l n="715">To breath such vowes as Louers vse to sweare,</l>
      <l n="716">And she as much in Loue, her meanes much lesse,</l>
      <l n="717">To meete her new Beloued any where:</l>
      <l n="718">But passion lends them Power, time, meanes to meete,</l>
      <l n="719">Temp'ring extremities with extreame sweete.</l>
   </sp>
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