Page 3164 - Shakespeare - Vol. 1

Now will he sit under a medlar tree
And wish his mistress were that kind of fruit [35]
As maids call medlar when they laugh alone.
O Romeo, that she were, O that she were
An open-arse and thou a poperin pear!
Romeo, good night. I’ll to my truckle-bed.
This field-bed is too cold for me to sleep. [40]
Come, shall we go?

BENVOLIO

Go then, for ’tis in vain
To seek him here that means not to be found.

Exeunt (Benvolio and Mercutio).

Scene II IT

Romeo comes forward.

ROMEO

He jests at scars that never felt a wound.
(Enter Juliet above.)

But soft, what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east and Juliet is the sun!
Arise fair sun and kill the envious moon
Who is already sick and pale with grief [5]
That thou her maid art far more fair than she.
Be not her maid since she is envious,
Her vestal livery is but sick and green
And none but fools do wear it. Cast it off.
It is my lady, O it is my love! [10]
O that she knew she were!
She speaks, yet she says nothing. What of that?
Her eye discourses, I will answer it.
I am too bold. ’Tis not to me she speaks.
Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, [15]
Having some business, do entreat her eyes
To twinkle in their spheres till they return.
What if her eyes were there, they in her head?
The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars
As daylight doth a lamp. Her eyes in heaven [20]