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Out of his shriving place he commes with pleasant cheere ;
sayde. For, her confession heard, I will unto you twayne The charge that I received of you restore to you agayne. What, was not Juliet, trow you, right well apayde, That for this trusty fryre hath chaungd her yong mistrusting
mayde? I dare well say, there is in all Verona none, But Romeus, with whom she would so gladly be alone. Thus to the fryers cell they both forth walked byn; He shuts the doore as soon as he and Juliet were in. But Romeus her frend, was entered in before, And there had wayted for his love, two houres large and more. Eche minute seemd an houre, and every howre a day, Twixt hope he lived and despayre of cumming or of stay. Now wavering hope and feare are quite fled out of sight, For, what he hopde he hath at hande, his pleasant cheefe delight. And joyfull Juliet is healde of all her smart, For now the rest of all her parts hath found her straying hart. Both theyr confessions fyrst the fryer hath heard them make, And then to her with lowder voyce thus fryer Lawrence spake: Fayre lady Juliet, my gostly daughter deere, As farre as I of Romeus learne, who by you stondeth here, Twixt you it is agreed, that you shal be his wyfe, And he your spouse in steady truth, till death shall end your
life. Are you both fully bent to kepe this great behest? And both the lovers said, it was theyr onely harts request. When he did see theyr myndes in linkes of love so fast, When in the prayse of wedlock state some skilfull talke was past. When he had told at length the wyfe what was her due, His duty eke by gostly talke the youthfull husband knew; How that the wyfe in love must honour and obey, What love and honor he doth owe, a dette that he must pay,The woords pronounced were which holy church of olde Appoynted hath for mariage, and she a ring of golde Received of Romeus; and then they both arose. To whom the frier then said: Perchaunce apart you will disclose, Betwixt your selfe alone, the bottome of your hart; Say on at once, for time it is that hence you should depart. Then Romeus said to her, (both loth to part so soone) “ Fayre lady, send to me agayne your nurce thys afternoone. Of corde I will bespeake a ladder by that time; By which, this night, while other sleepe, I will your windowe clime. Then will we talke of love and of our old dispayres, And then with longer laysure had dispose our great aifayres."
These sayd, they kisse, and then part to theyr fathers house, The joyfull bryde unto her home, to his eke goth the spouse; Contented both, and yet both uncontented still, Till Night and Venus child geve leave the wedding to fulfill. The painfull souldiour, sore y.bet with wery warre, The merchant eke that nedefull thinges doth dred to fetch from
farre, The ploughman that, for doute of feerce invading foes, Rather to sit in ydle ease then sowe his tilt hath chose, Rejoice to hear proclaymd the tydings of the peace; Not pleasurd with the sound so much, but, when the warres do
That thou do misse the channel that doth leade to thy delight!
hyde. VOL. XII.
Thappointed howre is comme; he, clad in riche araye, Walkes toward his desyred home:-good fortune gyde his way! Approaching nere the place from whence his hart had lyfe, So light he wox, he lept the wall, and there he spyde his wyfe, Who in the window watcht the comming of her lord; Where she so surely had made fast the ladder made of corde, That daungerles her spouse the chaumber window climes, Where he ere then had wisht himselfe above ten thousand tymes. The windowes close are shut; els looke they for no gest; To light the waxen quariers, the auncient nurce is prest, Which Juliet had before prepared to be light, That she at pleasure might behold her husbands bewty bright, A carchef white as sno' e ware Juliet on her bed, Such as she wonted was to weare, atyre meete for the bed. As soon as she hym spide, about his necke she clong, And by her long and slender armes a great while there she
hong: A thousand times she kist, and him unkist againe, Ne could she speake a woord to him, though would she nere so
favne. And like betwixt his armes to faint his lady is; She fets a sigh and clappeth close her closed mouth to his: And ready then to sownde, she looked ruthfully, That lo, ii made him both at once to live and eke to dye. These piteous painfull panges were haply overpast, And she unto herselfe againe retorned home at last. Then, through her troubled brest, even from the farthest part, An hollow sigh, a messenger she sendeth from her hart. O Romeus, (quod she) in whom all vertues shine, Welcome thou art into this place, where from these eyes of mine Such teary streames did flowe, that I suppose wel ny The source of all my bitter teares is altogether drye. Absence so pynde my heart, which on thy presence fed, And of thy safety and thy health so much I stood in dred. But now what is decreed by fatall desteny, I force it not; let Fortune do and death their woorst to me. Full recompensd am I for all my passed harmes, In that the Gods have graunted me to claspe thee in mine armes. The chrystall teares began to stand in Romeus eyes, When he unto his ladies woordes gan aunswere in this wise : “Though cruell Fortune be so much my deadly foe, That I ne can by lively proofe cause thee, fayre dame, to know How much I am by love enthralled unto thee, Ne yet what mighty powre thou bast, by thy desert, on me, Ne torments that for thee I did ere this endure, Yet of thus much (ne will I fayne) I may thee well assure; The least of many paines which of thy absence sproong, More painfully than death it selfe my tender hart hath wroong. Ere this, one death had reft a thousand deathes away, But life prolonged was by hope of this desyred day; Which so just tribute payes of all my passed mone, That I as well contented am as if my selfe alone
Did from the ocean reigne unto the sea of Ynde.
long sway, Begynneth now to turne to these her smyling face; Nedes must they tast of great delight, so much in Fortunes grace. If Cupid, god of love, be god of pleasant sport, I think, O Romeus, Mars himselfe envies thy happy sort. Ne Venus justly might (as I suppose) repent, If in thy stead, O Juliet, this pleasant time she spent.
Thus passe they foorth the night, in sport, in joly game; The hastines of Phæbus steeds in great despyte they blame. And now the vyrgins fort hath warlike Romeus got, In which as yet no breache was made by force of canon shot, And now in ease he doth possesse the hoped place: How glad was he, speake you, that may your lovers parts embrace. The mariage thus made up, and both the parties pleasd, The nigh approche of dayes retoorne these sely soles diseasd.
And for they might no while in pleasure passe theyr time,
'The summer of their blisse doth last a month or twayne, But winters blast with spedy foote doth bring the fall agayne. Whom glorious Fortune erst had heaved to the skies, By envious Fortune overthrowne, on earth Low groveling lyes. She payd theyr former greefe with pleasures doubled gayne, But now, for pleasures usury, ten folde redoubleth payne.
The prince could never cause those housholds so agree, But that some sparcles of theyr wrath as yet remayning bee; Which lve this while ranked up in ashes pale and ded, Till tyme do serve that they agayne in wasting flame may spred. At holiest times, men say, most heynous crimes are donne ; The morrowe after Easter-day the mischiefe new begonne. A band of Capilets dyd meet (my hart it rewes) Within the walles, by Pursers gate, a band of Montagewes. The Capilets as cheefe a yong man have chose out, Best exercisd in feates of armes, and noblest of the rowte, Our Juliets unkles sonne, that cleped was Tibalt; He was of body tall and strong, and of his courage halt. They neede no trumpet sounde to byd them geve the charge, So lowde he cryde with strayned voyce and mouth out-stretched
large: " Now, now, quoth he, my friends, our selfe so let us wreake, That of this dayes revenge and us our childrens heyres may speake. Now once for all let us their swelling pryde asswage; Let none of them escape alive.”—Then he with furious rage, And they with him, gave charge upon thevr present foes, And then forthwith a skirmish great upon this fray arose. For loe the Montagewes thought shame away to flye, And rather than to live with shame, with prayse did choose to dye.