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[Exeunt Prince, Capulet, &€. Mon. Who set this ancient quarrel new abroach? Speak, nephew, were you by, when it began?
Ben. Here were the servants of your adversary,
He swung about his head, and cut the winds,
Ben. Madam, an hour before the worhip'd sun Peer'd forth the golden window of the east, A troubled mind drave me to walk abroad ; Where—underneath the grove of sycamore, That westward rooteth from the city' sideSo early walking did I see your son: Towards him I made : but he was 'ware of me, And stole into the covert of the wood: 1, measuring his affections by my own,-- 130 That most are busied when they are most alone, Pursu'd my humour, not pursuing his, And gladly shunn'd who gladly fled from me.
Mon. Many a morning hath he there been seen, With tears augmenting the fresh morning's dew, Adding to clouds more clouds with his deep sighs : But all so soon as the all-cheering sun Should in the furthest east begin to draw The shady curtains from Aurora's bed, Away from light steals home my heavy son, 140 And private in his chamber pens himself; Shuts up his windows, locks fair day-light out, And makes himself an artificial night:
Black and portentous must this humour prove,
Ben. My noble uncle, do you know the cause?
Mon. Both by myself, and many other friends : But he, his own affections' counsellor,
150 Is to himself-I will not say, how true But to himself so secret and so close, So far from sounding and discovery, As is the bud bit with an envious worm, Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air, Or dedicate his beauty to the same. Could we but learn from whence his sorrows grow, We would as willingly give cure, as know.
Enter Romeo, at a Distance. Ben. See, where he comes : So please you step
aside ; I'll know his grievance, or be much deny'd. 160
Mon. I would, thou wert so happy by thy stay, To hear true shrift.-Come madam, let's away.
Rom. Ay me! sad hours seem long.
-What sadness lengthens Romeo's
Rom. Not having that, which, having, makes them
short. Ben. In love ?
170 Rom. Out Ben. Of love? Rom. Out of her favour, where I am in love.
Ben. Alas, that love, so gentle in his view, Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof!
Rom. Alas, that love, whose view is muffled still, Should, without eyes, see path-ways to his will! Where shall we dine 10 me!--What fray was
here? Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all. Here's much to do with hate, but more with love :
180 Why then, O brawling love! O loving hate! O any thing of nothing first created !
heavy lightness ! serious vanity! Mis-shapen chaos of well-seeming forms! Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick
Ben. No, coz, I rather weep.
190 Ben. At thy good heart's opppression,
Rom. Why, such is love's transgression.Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast ; Which thou wilt propagate, to have it prest
With more of thine : this love, that thou hast
[Going Ben. Soft, I will go along ; An if you leave me so, you do me wrong.
Rom. Tut, I have lost myself; I am not here ;
Ben. Tell me in sadness, who she is you love?
Ben. Groan? why, no;
Rom. Bid a sick man in sadness inake his will :-
lov'd. Rom. A right good marks-man!And she's fair I
love. Ben. A right fair mark, fair coz, is soonest hit. Rom. Well, in that hit, you miss: she'll not be
hit With Cupid's arrow, she hath Dian's wit; And, in strong proof of chastity well arm’d, From love's weak childish bow she lives unharm'd. She will not stay the siege of loving terms,