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Kent. That from your first of difference and Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, decay,
Aud thou no breath at all? O, thou wilt come Have follow'd your sad steps.
no inure, Lear.
You are welcome hither. Never, never, never, never, never ! Kent. Nor no man else; all's cheerless, dark, 'Pray you, undo this button : Thank you, sir,and deadly.
Do you see this 1-Look on her,-look,-her Your eldest daughters have fore-doom'd them lips,selves,
Look there, look there !
(He dies. And desperately are dead.
Edg. He faints !-My lord, my lord, Lear.
Ay, so I think Kent. Break, heart; I pr’ythee, break! Alb. He knows not what he says; and vain Edg.
Look np, my lord. it is
Kent. Vex not his ghost : 0, let him pass! That we present us to him.
he hates him, Edg.
Very bootless. That would upon the rack of this tough world
Stretch him out longer.
O, he is gone indeed. Off Edmund is dead, my lord.
Kent. The wonder is, he hath eudur'd so lung: Alb.
'That's but a trifle here.-He but usurp'd his life. You lords, and noble friends know our intent. Alb. Bear them from hence.-Our present What confort to this great decay may come,
business Shall be applied; for us, we will resign, Is general wo. Friends of my soul, you twain During the life of this old majesty,
[To Kent and Edgar To him our absolute power :- You, to your Role in this realm, and the gor'd state sustain rights;
[ To Edgar and Kent. Kent. I have a journey, sir, shortly to go; With boot, and such addition as your honours My master calls, and I must not say, no. Have more than merited ; - All friends shall taste Alb. The weight of this sad time we must obey, The wages of their virtue, and all foes
Speak what we feel, not what we ought to sas. The cup of their deservings.--0, see, see!
The oldest hath born most; we, that are young, Lear. And my poor fool is hang'd! No, no, Shall never see so much, nor live so long. no life:
[Ezeunt, with a dead March
ROMEO AND JULIET.
PERSONS REPRESENTED, ESCALUS, Prince of Verona.
GREGORY, Serrant to Capulet. PARIS, a young Nobleman, Kinsman to the ABRAM, Servant 10 M
PETER. An Officer.
LADY CAPULET, Wife to Capulet.
Nurse to Juliet.
Citizens of Verona ; several Men and Women, FRIAR JOHN, of the same Order.
Relations to both Houses; Maskers, Guards BALTHAZAR, Servant to Romeo.
Watchmen, and Aitendants. SAMPSON, Servant to Capulet. SCENE-during the greater Part of the Play, in Verona : once, in the Fifth Act, at Mantua.
Sam. I mean, an we be in choler, we'll dras. Two households, both alike in dignity,
Gre. Ay, while you live, draw your neck out In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,
of the collar. Froin ancient grudge, break to new mutiny, Sam. I strike quickly, being mored.
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. Gre. But thou art not quickly moved to strike. From forth the fatal loins of these two foes Sam. A dog of the house of Montague moves
A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life ;
Do, with their death, bury their parents' strife.is-to stand to it :-therefore, if thou art mor'd,
And the continuance of their parents' rage, Sam. A dog of that house shall move me to Which but their children's end, nought could stand: I will take the wall of any man or maid remove,
of Montague's. Is now the two hours' traffick of our stage; Gre. That shows thee a weak slave; for the The which if you with patient ears attend, weakest goes to the wall. What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to Sam. True; and therefore women, being the mend.
weaker vessels, are ever thrust to the wall:ACT I.
therefore I will push Montague's meu from the SCENE I. A public Place.
wall, and thrust his maids to the wall. Enter Sampson and Gregory, armed with us their men.
Gre. The quarrel is between our masters, and Swords and Bucklers.
Sam 'Tis all one, I will show myself a tyrant: Sam. Gregory, of my word, we'll not carry when I have fought with the men, I will be enti coals.
with the maids; I will cut off their heads Gre. No, for then we should be colliers.
Gre. The heads of the maids ?
Sam. Ay, the heads of the maids, or their Will they not hear ?-what ho! you men, you maidenheads; take it in what sense thou wilt. beasts, Gre. They must take it in sense that feel it. That quench the fire of your pernicious rage.
Sam. Me they shall feel, while I am able to With purple fountains issuing from your veins, stand: and, 'us knowu, I am a pretty piece of On pain of torture, froin those bloody hands flesh.
Throw your mistemper'd weapons to the ground, Gre. 'Tis well, thou art not fish; if thou hadst, And hear the sentence of your moved prince. thou hadst been poor John. Draw thy tvol; Three civil brawls, bred of an airy word, here comes two of the house of the Montagues. By thee, old Capulet and Montague,
Have thrice disturb'd the quiet of our streets ; Enter Abram and Balthazar.
And inade Verona's ancient citizens Sam. My naked weapon is out ; quarrel, I will Cast by their grave beseemning ornaments, back thee.
To wield old partisans, in hands as old, Gre. How? turn thy back, and run ? Canker'd with peace, to part your canker'd hate: Sam. Fear me not.
If ever you disturb our streets again, Gre. No, marry ; I fear thee!
Your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace. Sam. Let us take the law of our sides ; let For this time, all the rest depart away : them begin.
You, Capulet, shall go along with me : Gre. I will frown, as I pass by; and let them And, Montague, come you this afternoon, take it as they list.
To know our further pleasure in this case, Sam. Nay, as they dare. I will bite my thumb to old Free-town, our commun judgment-place. at them; which is a disgrace to them, if they Once more, on pain of death, all men de art. bear it.
[Exeunt Prince, and Attendants; Capulet, Abr. Do you bite your thumb at 119, sir ?
La. Cap. Tybalt, Citizens, and Servants. Sam. I do bite my thumb, sir.
Mon. Who set this ancient quarrel new abroach? Abr. Do you bite your thumb at 11s, sir ? Speak, nepliew, were you by, when it began ? Sam. Is the law on our side, if I say-ay? Ben. Here were the servants of your adversary, Gre. No.
And yours, close fighting ere I did approach : Sam No, sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, I drew to part them; in the instant came sir; but I hite my thumb, sir.
The fiery Tybalt, with his sword prepar'd; Gre. Do you quarrel, sir?
Which, as he breathed defiance to my ears, Abr. Quarrel, sir ? no, sir.
He swung about his head, and cut the winds, Sam. If you do, sir, I am for you : I serve as Who, noihing hurt withal, hiss'd him in scoin : good a man as you.
While we were interchanging thrusts and blows, Abr. No better.
Came more and more, and fonght on part and part, Sam. Well, sir.
Till the prince came, who parted either pari. Enter Benvolio, at a distance.
La. Mon. 0, where is Romeo ?-saw you him
to-day ? Gre. Say-better; here comes one of my mas. Right glad 1 am, he was not at this fray: ter's kinsmen.
Ben. Madam, an hour before the worship'd sun Sam. Yes, better, sir.
Peer'd forth the golden window of the east, Abr. You lie.
A troubled mind drave me to walk abroad; Sam. Draw, if you be men. --Gregory, remem- Where, underneath the grove of sycamore, ber thy swashing blow.
[ They fight. That westward rooteth from the city's side, Ben. Part, fouls; put up your swords; you So early walking did I see your son : know not what you do.
Towards him I made ; but he was 'ware of me, (Beats down their Swords. And stole into the covert of the wood : Enter Tybalt.
1, measuring his affections by my own, ! Tyb. What, art thou drawn among these That most are busied when they are most alone, heartless hinds ?
Pursu'd my humour, not pursuing his, Turn thee, Benvolio, look upon thy death.
And gladly shunn'd who gladly fled from me. Ben. I do but keep the peace"; put up thy Mon. Many a morning hath he there been seen, sword,
With tears augmenting the fresh morning's dew, Or manage it to part these men with me.
Adding to clouds more clouds with his deep sighs: Tyb. What, drawn, and talk of peace? I hate Should in the further east begin to draw
But all so soon as the all-cheering sun the word, As I hate hell, áll Montagues, and thee:
The shady curtains from Aurora's bed, Have at thee, coward.
[They fight. Away from light steals home my heavy son,
And private ju his chamber pens himself; Enter several Partisans, of both Houses, who Shuts up his windows, locks fair daylight out, join the Fray: then enter Citizens, with Clubs. And makes himself an artificial night: 1 Cit. Clubs, bills, and partisans ! strike! beat Black and portentons must this humour prove,
! Down with the Capulets! down with the Mon Ben. My noble uncle, do you know the cause ? tagucs!
Mon. I neither know it, nor can learn of him. Enter Capulet,in his Gown; and Lady Capulet.
Ben. Have you importun'd him by any means? Cap. What noise is this ?-Give me my long But he, his own affections counsellor,
Mon. Both by myself, and many other friends sword, ho! La. Cap. A crntch, a crutch !-Why call you But to himself
so secret and so close,
Is to himself-I will not say, how true for a sword ?
So far from sounding and discovery, Cap. My sword, I say !--Old Montague is come, As is the bud bit with an envious worm, And flourishes his blade in spite of me.
Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air, Enter Montague and Lady Montague. Or dedicate his beauty to the sun. : Mon.
Thou villian Capulet, -Hold me not, let Could we but learn from whence his sorrow me go.
grow, La. Mon. Thou shalt not stir one foot to seek We would as willingly give cure, as know. a foe.
Enter Romeo, at a distance.
Ben. See, where he comes : So please you, Prin. Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace,
step aside; Profaners of this neighbour-stained steel, II'll know his grievance, or be much denied.
Mon. I would, thou wert so happy by thy stay, She is too fair, too wise; wisely too fair,
(Ereunt Montague and Lady. She hath forsworn to love ; and, in that yow Ben. Good morrow, cousin.
Do I live dead, that live to tell it now. Rom.
Is the day so young ? Ben. Bą rol'd by me, forget to think of her. Ben. But new struck nine.
Rom. O, teach me how I should forget to think Rom
Ah me! sad hours seem long. Ben. By giving liberty unto tbine eyes;
'Tis the way
To call hers, exquisite, in question more. Rom. Not having that, which having makes These happy masks, that kiss fair ladies' brows, them short.
Being black, put us in mind they hide the fair; Ben. In love ?
He, that is strucken blind, cannot forget Rom. Out
The precious treasure of his eyesight lost: Ben. Of love?
Show me a mistress that is passing fair, Rom. Out of her favour, where I am in love. What doth her beauty serve, but as a note Ben. Alas, that love, so gentle in his view, Where I may read, who passid that passing fáir 1 Should be so tyranpous and rough in proofi Farewell; thou canst not teach me to forget
Rom. Alas, that love, whose view is muffled still, Ben. I'll pay that ctrine, or se die debt Should, without eyes, see pathways to his will !
(Eseunt. Where shall we dine 1-0 me!-What fray was
SCENE II. A Street. here? Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all.
Enter Capulet, Paris, and Servant. Here's much to do with hate, but more with Cap. And Montague is bound as well as 1, love:
In penalty alike ; and 'uis not hard, I think, Why then, O brawling love! ( loving hate i For men so old as we to keep the peace. O any thing, of nothing first create !
Par. Of honourable reckoning are you both; O heavy lightness, serious vanity!
And pity 'uis you liv'd at odds so long Mishrpen Chaos of well-seeming forms! But now, my lord, what say you to my suit ? Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire sick. Cap. By saying o'er what I have said before: healıh!
My child is yet a stranger in the world, Still waking sleep, that is not what it is! She hath not seen the change of fourteen years; This love feel I, that feel no love in this Let two more summers whither in their pride, Dost thou not laugh ?
Ere we may think her ripe to be a bride Ben.
No, coz, I rather weep. Par. Younger than she are happy mother Rom. Good heart, at what?
made. At thy good heart's oppression. Cap. And too soon marr'd are those so early Rom. Why, such is love's transgression.
mude. Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast; The earth hath swallow'd all my hopes but she Which thou wilt propagate, to have it prest She is the hopeful lady of my earth : With more of thine: this love, that thou hast But woo her, gentle Paris, get lier heart, shown.
My will to her consent is but a part: Doth add more grief to too much of mine own. An she agree, within her scope of choice Love is a smoke rais'd with the sume of sighs; Lies my consent and fair according voice Being urg'd, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes: This night I hold an old accustom'd feast, Being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with lover's tears: Whereto I have invited many a guest, What is it else ? a madness most discreet, Such as I love ; and you, among the store, A choking gall, and a preserving sweet. One more, most welcome, makes my number Farewell, my coz.
Soft, I will go along; At my poor house, look to behold this night And if you leave me so, you do me wrong. Earth-treading stars, that make dark Learea
Rom. Tut, I have lost myself ; I am not here ; light;
Ben. Tell me in sadness, whom she is you love. When well apparell'd April on the heel
Groan ? why, no; Among fresh female bucks shall you this night Bit sadly tell me who.
Inherit at my house ; hear all, all see, Rom Bid a sick man in sadness make his And like her most, whose merit most shall be: will :
Which, on more view of many, mine being one, Ah, word ill org'd to one that is so ill !
May stand in number, though in reckoning nous In sadness, cousin, I do love a woman.
Come, go with me ;-Go. sirrah ; trudge about Ben. I aim'd so near, when I suppos'd you lov'd. Through fuir Verona ; find those persons out, Rom. A right good marksinan!-Aud she's Whose names are written there, I gives a Paper, fair I love.
and to them sy, Ben. A right fair mark, fair coz, is soonest hit. My house and welcome on their pleasure stay, Rom. Well, in that hit, you miss: she'll not
(Freunt Capulet and Paris be bit
Serv. Find them out, whose naines are written With Cupid's arrow, she hath Dian's wit ; here? It is written-that the shoemaker should And, in strong proof of chastity well arm'd, meddle with his yard,-and the tailor with his From love's weak childish bow she lives un- last, the fisher with his pencil, and the painter harm'd.
with his nets; but I am sent to find those per She will not stay the siege of loving terms, sons, whose names are here writ, and can never Nor bide the encounter of assailing eyes, find what names the writing person hath here Nor ope her lap to saint-seducing gold : writ. I must to the learned :-In good time. O, she is rich in beauty ; only poor, That, when she dies, with beauty dies her store.
Enter Benvolio and Romeo. Ben. Then she hath sworn, that she will still Ben. Tut, man! one fire burns out another's live chaste?
burning, Rom. She hath, and in that sparing makes One pain is lessen'd hy another's anguish; huge waste ;
Turn giddy, and be holp by backwart unring; For beauty, stary'd with her severity,
One desperate grief cares with another's laar Cuus beauty off from all posterity.
1 ake thou some new infection to the eye, We must talk in secret.-Nurse, come back And the rank poison of the old will die.
again; Rom. Your plantain leaf is excellent for that. I have remember'd me, thou shalt hear our Ben. For what, I pray thee ?
For your broken shin. Thou know'st my daughter's of a pretty age. Ben. Why, Romeo, art thou 'mad ?
Nurse. 'Faith, I can teil her age unto an hour. Rom. Not mad, but bound more than a mad. La. Cap. She's not fourteen. man is:
I'll lay fourteen of my teeth, Shut up in prison, kept without my food, And yet, to my teen be it spoken, I have but Whipp'l, and tormenied, and-Good-e'en, good four, fellow.
She is not fourteen : How long is it now Serv. God gi' good e'en. - I pray, sir, can yon To Lammas-tide ? read ?
A fortnight, and odd day3. Rom. Ay, mine own fortune in my misery: Nurse. Even or odd, of all days in the year, Sero. Perhaps you have learn'd it without Come Lammas-eve at night, shall she be fourteen. book : But, I pray, can you read any thing you Susan and she, -God rest all Christian souls !
Were of an age. --Well, Susan is with God; Rom. Ay, if I know the letters and the langnage. She was too good for me : But, as I said, Serv. Ye say honestly ; Rest you merry ! On Lammas eve at night shall she be fourteen ; Rom. Stay, fellow; I can read. (Reads. That shall she, marry ; I remember it well. Signior Martino, and his wife and daughters; 'T'is since the earthquake now eleven years; County Anselme, and his beauteous sisters ; And she was wean'd, -I never shall forget it, The liidy widoro of Vitruvio ; Signior Placen- Of all the days of the year, upon that day; tio, and his lorely nieces ; Mercutio, and his For I had then laid wormwood to my dug, brother Valentine ; Mine uncle Capulet, his wife Sitting in the sun under the dove-house wall, and daughters ; My fair niece, Rosaline; Livia; My lord and you were then at Mantua :Signior Valentio, and his cousin Tybalt; Lucio, Nay, I do bear a brain :-but, as I said, and the lively Helena.
When it did taste the wormwood on the nipplo A fair assembly;Gives back the Note.) Whither Of my dug, and felt it bitter, pretty fool! should they coine ?
To see it letchy, and fall out with the dug. Serv. Up.
Shake, quoth the dove-house : 'twas no need, 1 Rom. Whither ?
trow, Sev. To supper: to our housc.
To bid me irudge. Rom. Whose honse ?
And since that lime it is eleven years : Sery. My master's.
For then she could stand alone; nay, by the rood, Rom. Indeed, I should have asked you that be. She could have run and waddled all about. fore.
For even the day before, she broke her brow: Sero. Now I'll tell you withont asking: My mas. And then my husband-God be with his soul! ter is the great rich Capulet; and if you be not 'A was a merry man ;-look up the child : of the house of Montagues, I pray, come and Yea, quoth he, dost thou fall upon thy face? crush a cup of wine. Rest you merry [Exit. Thou wilt fall backward, when thou hast more
Ben. At this same ancient feast of Capulet's
The pretty wretch left crying, and suid- Ay: Go thither; and, with unattainted eye,
To see now, how a jest shall come about ! Compare her face with some that I shall show, I warrant, an I should live a thousand years, And I will make thee think thy swan a crow. I never should forget il; Wilt thou not, Jule! Rom. When the devout religion of mine eye
quoth he: Maintains such falsehood, then turn tears to And, pretty fool, it stinted, and said-Ay. fires !
La. Cap. Enough of this; I pray thee, hold thy And these, -who, often crown'd, could never peace. die,
Nurse. Yes, madam ; Yet I cannot choose but Transparent heretics, be burnt for liars!
laugh, One fairer than my love! the all-seeing sun To think it shonld leave crying, and say-Ay: Ne'er saw her match, since first the world begnn. And yet, I warrant, it had upon its brow
Ben. Tut! you saw her fair, none else being by, A bump as big as a young cockerel's stone:
age; And she shall scant show well, that now shows Wilt thou not, Jule? it stinted, and said-Ay. best.
Jul. And stint thon too, I pray thee, nurse, say I. Rom. I'll go along, no such sight to be shown, Nurse. Peace, I have done. God mark thee to But to rejoice in splendour of mine own. (Ereunt. his grace!
Thou wast the prettiest babe that e'er I nurs'd : SCENE III. A Room in Capulet's House. An I might live lo see thee married once,
Enter Lady Capulet and Nurse. I have my wish. La Cap: Nurse, where's my daughter? call, La. Cap. Marry, that marry is the very theme her forth to me,
I came to talk of S-Tell me, daughter Juliet, Nurse. Now, by my maidenhead,-at twelve How stands your disposition to be married ? year old,
Jul. It is an honour that I dream not of. I bade her come.-What, lamb ? what lady. I'd say, thou had'st suck'd wisdom from ihy teat.
Nurse. An honour! were not I thine only nurse, bird God forbid I-where's this girl !--what, Juliet !
La. Cap. Well, think of marriage now; younger Enter Juliet.
Here in Verona, Iudies of esteem, Jul. How now, who calls ?
Are made already mothers: by my count, Nurse.
Your mother. I was your mother much upon these years Jul
Madam, I am here, That you are now a maid. Thus then, in brief ;What is your will ?
The valiunt Paris seeks yon for his love. La Cap. This is the matter :-Nurse, give Nurse. A man, young lady! lady, such a man, leave awhile,
As all the world-Why, he's a man of wax
La. Cap. Verona's summer hath not such a Ben. Come, knock, and enter: and no sooner in, flower.
Bnt every man betake him to his legs. Nurse. Nay, he's a flower; in faith, a very Rom. A torch for me: let wantons, light of heart, flower
Tickle the senseless rushes with their heels; La. Cap. What say you ? can you love the For I am proverb'd with a grandsire phrase,gentleman ?
I'll be a candle-holder, and look on, This night you shall behold him at our feast; The game was ne'er so fair, and I am done. Read o'er the volume of young Paris' face, Mer. Tut! dun's the mouse, the constable's And find delight writ there with beauty's pen; own word: Examine every married linearnent,
If thou art dun, we'll draw thee from the mire And see how one another lends content:
of this (save reverence) love, wherein thou And what obscur'd in this fair voluine lies,
stick'st Find written in the margin of his eyes.
Up to the ears.-- Come, we burn day-light, ho. This precious book of love, this unbound lover, Rom. Nay, that's not so. To beautify him, only lacks a cover:
I mean, sir, in delay The fish lives in the sea; and 'tis much pride, We waste our lights in vain, like lamps by day. For fair without the fair within to hide : Take our good meaning; for our judgment sits That book in many's eyes doth share the glory, Five times in that, ere once in our five wits. That in gold clasps locks in the golden story; Rom. And we mean well, in going to this mask. So shall you share all that he doth possess,
But 'tis no wit to go. By having hin, making yourself no less.
Why, may one ask ? Nurse. No less ? nay, bigger; women grow by Rom. I dreamt a dream io-night. men.
And so did I La. Cap. Speak briefly, can you like of Paris' Rom. Well, what was yours? love ?
That dreamers often lie Jul. I'll look to like, if looking liking move : Rom. In bed asleep, while they do dreain things But no more deep will I endart mine eye,
true. Than your consent gives strength to make it fly. Mer. O, then, I see queen Mab hath been with
you. Enter a Servant.
She is the fairies' midwife; and she comes Sero. Madam, the guests are come, supper In shape no bigger than an agate-stone Berved up, you called, my young lady asked for, On the forefinger of an alderman, the nurse cursed in the pantry, and every thing Drawn with a team of little atomies in extremity. I must hence to wait: I beseech Athwart inen's noses as they lie asleep; you, follow straight.
Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners' legs; La. Cap. We follow thee.--Juliet the county The cover, of the wings of grasshoppers; stays.
The traces, of the smallest spider's web; Nurse. Go, girl, seek happy nights to happy The collars, of the moonshine's watery beams : days.
(Exeunt. Her whip of cricket's bone; the lash of film SCENE IV. A Street.
Her waggoner a small gray-coated goal,
Not halt so big as a round little worrn Enter Romeo, ercutio, Benvolio, five or Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid : six Maskers, Torch-bearers, and Others.
Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut, Rom. What shall this speech be spoke for our Made by the joiner squirrel, or old grub, excuse ?
Tiine out of mind the fairies' coach-makers. Or shall we on withont apology ?
And in this state she gallops night by night Ben. The date is out of such prolixity.
Through lovers' brains, and then they dream of We'll have no cupid hood-wink'd with a scarf,
love: Bearing a Tartar's painted bow of lath, On courtiers' knees, that dream on court'sies Scaring the ladies like a crow-keeper ;
straight : Nor no withont-book prologne, faintly spoke O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees: After the prompter, for our entrance :
O'er ladies' lips, who straight on kisses dream; But, let them measure us by what they will, Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagoes, We'll measure them a measure, and be gone. Because their breaths with sweet-meats taiated Rom. Give me a torch, -I am not for this ambling;
Sometime she gallops o’e: a courtier's nose, Being heavy, I will bear the light.
And then dreams he of smelling out a suit : Mer. Nay, gentle Romeo, we must have you And sometimes comes she with a tithe-pig's tail, dance.
Tickling a parson's nose as a' lies asleep, Rom. Not I, believe me: you have dancing Then dreams he of another benefice : shoes,
Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck, With nimble soles: I have a soul of lead, And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats, So stakes me to the ground, I cannot move. Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades,
Mer. You are a lover ; borrow Cupid's wings, of healths five fathom deep: and then anon
That plats the manes of horses in the night : Under love's heavy burden do I sink.
And bakes the elf-locke in foul sluttish hairs, Mer. And, to sink in it, should you burden love, Which, once untangled, much misfortune bodies Too great oppression for a tender thing. This is the hag, when maids lie on their backs Rom. Is love a tender thing? it is too rough, That presses them, and learns them first to bear, Too rude, too boist'rons; and it pricks like thorn. Making them women of good carriage. Mer. If love be rough with you, be rough with This, this is she
Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace; Prick love for pricking, and you beat love Thou talk'st of nothing.
True, I talk of dreams Give me a case to put my visage in :
Which are the children of an idle brain, A visor for a visor I-what care I,
[Putting on a Mask. Begot of nothing but vain fantasy ;
Which is as thin of substance as the air ; What curious eye doth gnote deformities? And m re inconstant than the wind, who won Here are the beetle-brow's shall blush for me. Even now the frozen bouom of the north,