Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1883, by

FRED. STINSON,

In the office of the Librarian of Congress, at Washington, D. C.

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ROMEO AND JULIET.

CAP.

АСТ І.

SCENE FIRST.-A Street.

Enter CAPULET and PARIS, L. I E.

And Montague is bound as well as I,
In penalty alike; and 't is not hard, I think,
For men so old as we to keep the peace.

PAR. Of honourable reckoning are you both;
And pity 't is, you liv'd at odds so long.
But now, my lord, what say you to my suit?

CAP. But saying o'er what I have said before:
My child is yet a stranger in the world;

Let two more summers wither in their pride,

Ere we may think her ripe to be a bride.

PAR. Younger than she are happy mothers made. CAP. And too soon marr'd are those so early made. But woo her, gentle Paris, get her heart,

My will to her consent is but a part;
This night I hold an old accustom'd feast,
Whereto I have invited many a guest,
Such as I love; and you, among the rest;
Come, go with me.

[Exeunt, R. I E.

SCENE SECOND.-A Wood near Verona.-ROMEO crosses through the Wood, from L. to R.

Enter BENVOLIO and MERCUTio, L.

MER. See where he steals.-Told I you not, Benvolio, That we should find this melancholy Cupid

Locked in some gloomy covert, under key

Of cautionary silence, with his arms

Threaded, like these cross boughs, in sorrow's knot?

[Crosses, c.

Enter ROMEO, r.

ROM. Is the day so young?

BEN. But new struck nine.

ROM. Ah, me! sad hours seem long.

MER. Prithee, what sadness lengthens Romeo's

Alas, that love, so gentle in his view,

Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof!

ROM. Where shall we dine?-Oh, me!-Cousin Benvolio,

What was the fray this morning with the Capulets?
Yet tell me not; for I have heard it all.

Here's much to do with hate; but more with love:-
Love, heavy lightness! serious vanity!
Misshapen chaos of well-seeming forms!-

This love feel I; but such my froward fate,
That there I love where most I ought to hate.

Dost thou not laugh, my friend? Oh, Juliet, Juliet!
No, coz, I rather weep.

BEN.
ROM.

BEN.
MER.

ROM.

Good heart, at what?

At thy good heart's oppression.

Tell me, in sadness, who she is you love.

In sadness, then, I love a woman.

MER. I aimed so near, when I supposed you loved. ROM. A right good marksman!--And she 's fair I love

But knows not of my love; 't was through my eyes
The shaft empierced my heart; chance gave the wound
Which time can never heal: no star befriends me;
To each sad night succeeds a dismal morrow;
And still 't is hopeless love, and endless sorrow.
MER. Be ruled by me: forget to think of her.
ROM. Oh, teach me how I should forget to think!
MER. By giving liberty unto thine eyes:

Take some new infection to thy heart,
And the rank poison of the old will die:
Examine other beauties.