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When she had longed long, and he long held his peace,
“ O blessed be the time of thy arriuall here!"-
fere, Mercutious ysy hande had all to-frosen myne, And of thy goodnes thou agayne hast warmed it with thyne." Whereto with stayed brow gan Romeus to replye: « If so the Gods haue graunted me suche fauour from the skye, That by my being here some seruice I haue donne That pleaseth you, I am as glad as I a realme had wonne. O wel-bestowed tyme that hath the happy hyre, Which I woulde wysh if I might haue my wished hart's desire! For I of God woulde craue, as pryse of paynes forpast, To serue, obey, and honor you, so long as lyfe shall last : As proofe shall teache you playne, if that you like to trye His faltles truth, that nill for ought vnto his ladye lye. But if my touched hand haue warmed yours some dele, Assure your self the heat is colde which in your hand you fele, Compard to suche quick sparks and glowing furious gleade, As from your bewties pleasaunt eyne Loue caused to proceade; Which haue so set on fyre eche feling parte of myne, That lo! my mynde doeth melt awaye, my vtward parts doe
pyne. And, but you helpe all whole, to ashes shall I toorne; Wherfore, alas! have ruth on him, whom you do force to
boorne." Euen with his ended tale, the torches-daunce had ende, And Juliet of force must part from her new-chosen frend. His hand she clasped hard, and all her partes did shake, When laysureles with whispring voyce thus did she aunswer
make : 5. You are no more your owne, deare frend, then I am yours; My honor sav’d, prest tobay your will, while life endures.” Lo! here the lucky lot that sild true louers finde, Eche takes away the others hart, and leaues the owne behinde.
A happy life is loue, if God graunt from aboue
game. And he reproueth loue cheefe cause of his vnrest, Who ease and freedome hath exilde out of his youthfull brest: Twyse hath he made him serue, hopeles of his rewarde ; Of both the ylles to choose the lesse, I weene, the choyse were
harde. Fyrst to a ruthlesse one he made him sue for grace, And now with spurre he forceth him to ronne an endles, race. Amyd these stormy seas one ancor doth him holde, He serueth not a cruell one, as he had done of olde; And therefore is content and chooseth still to serue, Though hap should sweare that guerdonles the wretched wight
should sterue. The lot of Tantalus is, Romeus, lyke to thine; For want of foode, amid his foode, the myser styll doth pine,
As carefull was the mayde what way were best deuise, To learne his name that intertaind her in so gentle wise ; Of whom her hart receiued so deepe, so wyde, a wounde. An auncient dame she calde to her, and in her eare gan rounde: (Thiş old dame in her youth had nurst her with her mylke, With slender nedel taught her sow, and how to spin with
silke.) What twayne are those, quoth she, which prease vnto the doore, Whose pages in theyr hand doe beare two toorches light before ? And then, as eche of them had of his houshold name, So she him namde.--Yet once agayne the yong and wyly dame: “ And tell me who is he with vysor in his hand, That yender doth in masking weede besyde the window stand.” His name is Romeus, sayd she, a Montegew, Whose fathers pryde first styrd the strife which both your hous
holdes réwe. The woord of Montegew. her ioys did ouerthrow, And straight insteade of happy hope dyspayre began to grow.e.
What hap haue I, quoth she, to loue my fathers foe? !!
length. So shall I seeke to finde my fathers foe, his game; So (I befylde) Report shall take her trompe of blacke defame, Whence she with puffed cheeke shall blowe a blast so shrill; Of my disprayse, that with the noyse Verona shall she fill. ;'
Then I, a laughing stocke through all the towne becomme,
Oh how we can perswade ourself to what we like! And how we can diswade our mynd, if ought our mynd mislyke! Weake arguments are stronge, our fansies streyght to frame To pleasing things, and eke to shonne, if we mislike the same. The mayde had scarsely yet ended the wery warre, Kept in her heart by striuing thoughtes, when euery shining starre Had payd his borowed light, and Phebus spred in skies . His golden rayes, which seemd to say, now time it is to rise. And Romeus had by this forsaken his wery bed, Where restles he a thousand thoughts had forged in his hed. And while with lingring step by Juliets house he past, And vpward to her windowes high his gredy eyes did cast, His loue that looked for him there gan he straight espie. With pleasant cheere eche greeted is; she followeth with her
eye His parting steppes, and he oft looketh backe'againe, But not so oft as he desyres: warely he doth refrainę.
What life were lyke to loue, if dred of ieopardy
From which, except he warely walke, men may his loue descrye ;
I daye; . But when on earth the Night her mantel blacke hath spred, Well-armd he walketh foorth alone, ne dreadfull foes doth dred, Whom maketh Loue not bold, naye whom makes he not blinde? He reueth daungers dread oft times out of the louers minde. By night he passeth here a weeke or two in vayne; And for the missing of his marke his griefe hath hym nye slaine, And Juliet that now doth lacke her hearts releefe, Her Romeus pleasant eyen I meene—is almost dead for greefe. Eche daye she chaungeth howres, for louers keepe an howre When they are sure to see their loue, in passing by their howre.* Impacient of her woe, she hapt to leane one night Within her window, and anon the moone did shine so bright That she espyde her loue; her hart reuiued sprang; And now for ioy she clappes her handes, which erst for woe she
wrang. Eke Romeus, when he sawe his long desired sight, His moorning cloke of mone cast of, hath clad him with delight. Yet dare I say, of both that she reioyced more: His care was great, hers twise as great was, all the tyme before; For whilst she knew not why he did himselfe absent, Ay douting both his health and lyfe, his death she dyd lament. For loue is fearefull oft where is no cause of feare, [weare. And what loue feares, that loue laments, as though it chaunced Of greater cause alway is greater woorke y-bred; While he nought douteth of her helth, she dreads lest he be ded. When onely absence is the cause of Romeus smart, By happy hope of sight agayne he feedes his faynting hart. What woonder then if he were wrapt in lesse annoye? What maruell if by sodain sight she fed of greater ioye? His smaller greefe or ioy no smaller loue doo proue; Ne, for she passed him in both, did she him passe in loue :