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his sword prepar'd； Which； as he breath'd defiance to my ears； He swung
about his head and cut the winds； Who； nothing hurt withal； hiss'd him in
scorn。 While we were interchanging thrusts and blows； Came more and
more； and fought on part and part； Till the Prince came； who parted either
part。 M。 Wife。 O； where is Romeo？ Saw you him to…day？ Right glad I am
he was not at this fray。 Ben。 Madam； an hour before the worshipp'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's side； So 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。
I… measuring his affections by my own； Which then most sought where
most might not be found； Being one too many by my weary self… 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 farthest East bean to
draw The shady curtains from Aurora's bed； Away from light steals home
my heavy son And private in his chamber pens himself； Shuts up his
windows； locks fair daylight And makes himself an artificial night。 Black
and portentous must this humour prove Unless good counsel may the
cause remove。 Ben。 My noble uncle； do you know the cause？ Mon。 I
neither know it nor can learn of him Ben。 Have you importun'd him by any
means？ Mon。 Both by myself and many other friend； But he； his own
affections' counsellor； 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
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dedicate his beauty to the sun。 Could we but learn from whence his
sorrows grow； We would as willingly give cure as know。
Enter Romeo。
Ben。 See； where he comes。 So please you step aside； I'll know his
grievance； or be much denied。 Mon。 I would thou wert so happy by thy
stay To hear true shrift。 Come； madam； let's away； Exeunt ＇Montague and
Wife＇。 Ben。 Good morrow； cousin。 Rom。 Is the day so young？ Ben。 But
new struck nine。 Rom。 Ay me！ sad hours seem long。 Was that my father
that went hence so fast？ Ben。 It was。 What sadness lengthens Romeo's
hours？ Rom。 Not having that which having makes them short。 Ben。 In love？
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 pathways to his will！ Where shall we dine？ O 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。 Why then； O brawling love！ O loving hate！ O
anything； of nothing first create！ O heavy lightness！ serious vanity！
Misshapen chaos of well…seeming forms！ Feather of lead； bright smoke；
cold fire； sick health！ Still…waking sleep； that is not what it is This love
feel I； that feel no love in this。 Dost thou not laugh？ Ben。 No； coz； I rather
weep。 Rom。 Good heart； at what？ Ben。 At thy good heart's oppression。
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 shown Doth add more grief to too much of mine
own。 Love is a smoke rais'd with the fume of sighs； Being purg'd； a fire
sparkling in lovers' eyes； Being vex'd； a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears。
What is it else？ A madness most discreet； A choking gall； and a preserving
sweet。 Farewell； my coz。 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： This is not
Romeo； he's some other where。 Ben。 Tell me in sadness； who is that you
love？ Rom。 What； shall I groan and tell thee？ Ben。 Groan？ Why； no； But
sadly tell me who。 Rom。 Bid a sick man in sadness make his will。 Ah；
word ill urg'd to one that is so ill！ In sadness； cousin； I do love a woman。
Ben。 I aim'd so near when I suppos'd you lov'd。 Rom。 A right good
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markman！ 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； Nor bide th' encounter of assailing eyes； Nor ope her lap
to saint…seducing gold。 O； she's rich in beauty； only poor That； when she
dies； with beauty dies her store。 Ben。 Then she hath sworn that she will
still live chaste？ Rom。 She hath； and in that sparing makes huge waste； For
beauty； starv'd with her severity； Cuts beauty off from all posterity。 She is
too fair； too wise； wisely too fair； To merit bliss by making me despair。 She
hath forsworn to love； and in that vow Do I live dead that live to tell it
now。 Ben。 Be rul'd by me： forget to think of her。 Rom。 O； teach me how I
should forget to think！ Ben。 By giving liberty unto thine eyes。 Examine
other beauties。 Rom。 'Tis the way To call hers （exquisite） in question more。
These happy masks that kiss fair ladies' brows； Being black puts us in
mind they hide the fair。 He that is strucken blind cannot forget The
precious treasure of his eyesight lost。 Show me a mistress that is passing
fair； What doth her beauty serve but as a note Where I may read who
pass'd that passing fair？ Farewell。 Thou canst not teach me to forget。 Ben。
I'll pay that doctrine； or else die in debt。 Exeunt。
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SCENE II。 A Street。
Enter Capulet； County Paris； and ＇Servant＇ …the Clown。
Cap。 But Montague is bound as well as I； In penalty alike； and 'tis not
hard； I think； For men so old as we to keep the peace。 Par。 Of honourable
reckoning are you both； And pity 'tis you liv'd at odds s