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Romeo and Juliet, I. i

Where, underneath the grove of sycamore

That westward rooteth from the city's side,

So early walking did I see your son:

Towards him I made; but he was ware of me,

And stole into the covert of the wood:

I, measuring his affections by my own,

Which then most sought where most might not be found,

Being one too many by my weary self,

Pursu'd my humour not pursuing his,

And gladly shunn'd who gladly fled from me.

Mon. Many a morning hath he there been seen,

With tears augmenting the fresh morning's dew,

Adding to clouds more clouds with his deep sighs:

But all so soon as the all-cheering sun

Should in the furthest east begin to draw

The shady curtains from Aurora's bed,

Away from light steals home my heavy son,

And private in his chamber pens himself,

Shuts up his windows, locks fair daylight out,

And makes himself an artificial night.

Black and portentous must this humour prove

Unless good counsel may the cause remove.

Ben. My noble uncle, do you know the cause?

Mon. I neither know it nor can learn of him.

Ben. Have you importun'd him by any means?

Mon. Both by myself and many other friends:

But he, his own affections' counsellor,

Is to himself, I will not say how true,

But to himself so secret and so close,

So far from sounding and discovery,

 130 ware: aware

132 affections: inclinations

133 most sought: i.e., most sought to be

142 heavy: sad 