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Blind is his love and best befits the dark.

Mer. If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark.

Now will he sit under a medlar tree,

And wish his mistress were that kind of fruit

As maids call medlars, when they laugh alone.

O Romeo! that she were, O! that she were

An open et cætera, thou a poperin pear.

Romeo, good night: I'll to my truckle-bed;

This field-bed is too cold for me to sleep:

Come, shall we go?

Ben. Go, then; for 'tis in vain

To seek him here that means not to be found.

Exeunt.

Rom. He jests at scars, that never felt a wound.

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,

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:

O! that she knew she were.

 34 medlar: a fruit which looks like a small, brown-skinned apple

36 Cf. n.

38 poperin: variety from Poperinghe, Flanders

39 truckle-bed: little bed

40 field-bed: a large bed; here, the ground  Scene Two; cf. n.

6 maid; cf. n.

8 vestal: virgin

sick: of a sickly hue

