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The Chorus states that Romeo's "yong affection gapes to be his Heire" and that he is "A like bewitched by the charme of lookes." Juliet is described as being "With tender Iuliet matcht, is now not faire" in contrast to the "faire, for which Loue gron'd for and would die." Romeo is "beloued, and Loues againe" [1].
The Chorus also notes that Romeo must "complaine" to his foe and that Juliet must "steale Loues sweet bait from fearefull hookes" [1]. Because she is held a foe, Romeo "may not haue accesse / To breath such vowes as Louers vse to sweare," and Juliet, "as much in Loue, her meanes much lesse, / To meete her new Beloued any where" [1]. However, "passion lends them Power, time, meanes to meete, / Temp'ring extremities with extreame sweete" [1].
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too late, Prodigious birth of Loue it is to me, That I must loue a loathed Enemie Nur. What's this? whats this? Iul. A rime, I learne euen now Of one I dan'st withall. One cals within, Iuliet. Nur. Anon, anon: Come let's away, the strangers all are gone. Exeunt. Chorus. Now old desire doth in his death bed lie, And yong affection gapes to be his Heire, That faire, for which Loue gron'd for and would die, With tender Iuliet matcht, is now not faire. Now Romeo is beloued, and Loues againe, A like bewitched by the charme of lookes: But to his foe suppos'd he must complaine, And…
ona by that name is knowne, There shall no figure at that Rate be set, As that of True and Faithfull Iuliet Cap. As rich shall Romeo by his Lady ly, Poore sacrifices of our enmity Prin. A glooming peace this morning with it brings, The Sunne for sorrow will not shew his head; Go hence, to haue more talke of these sad things, Some shall be pardon'd, and some punished. For neuer was a Storie of more Wo, Then this of Iuliet, and her Romeo. Exeunt. omnes FINIS.
, I will look on it. Where is the Counties Page that rais'd the Watch? Sirra, what made your Master in this place? Page. He came with flowres to strew his Ladies graue, And bid me stand aloofe, and so I did: Anon comes one with light to ope the Tombe, And by and by my Maister drew on him, And then I ran away to call the Watch Prin. This Letter doth make good the Friers words, Their course of Loue, the tydings of her death: And heere he writes, that he did buy a poyson Of a poore Pothecarie, and therewithall Came to this Vault to dye, and lye with Iuliet. Where be these Enemies?…
r Frier and Romeo. Fri. So smile the heauens vpon this holy act, That after houres, with sorrow chide vs not Rom. Amen, amen, but come what sorrow can, It cannot counteruaile the exchange of ioy That one short minute giues me in her sight: Do thou but close our hands with holy words. Then Loue-deuouring death do what he dare, It is inough. I may call her mine Fri. These violent delights haue violent endes, And in their triumph: die like fire and powder; Which as they kisse consume. The sweetest honey Is loathsome in his owne deliciousnesse, And in the taste confoundes the…
giues a dead man leaue to thinke,) And breath'd such life with kisses in my lips, That I reuiu'd and was an Emperour. Ah me, how sweet is loue it selfe possest, When but loues shadowes are so rich in ioy. Enter Romeo's man. Newes from Verona, how now Balthazer? Dost thou not bring me Letters from the Frier? How doth my Lady? Is my Father well? How doth my Lady Iuliet? that I aske againe, For nothing can be ill, is she be well Man. Then she is well, and nothing can be ill. Her body sleepes in Capels Monument, And her immortall part with Angels liue, I saw her laid low in her…