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Rom. O, dear account! my life is my foe's debt.

Ben. Away, begone: the sport is at the best.

Rom. Ay, so I fear; the more is my unrest.

1 Cap. Nay, gentlemen, prepare not to be gone; We have a trifling foolish banquet towards.— Is it e'en so? Why then, I thank you all; I thank you, honest gentlemen; good night:— More torches here!—Come on, then let's to bed. Ah, sirrah, by my fay, it waxes late; I'll to my rest.

Jul. Come hither, nurse. What is yond' gentleman?

Nurse. The son and heir of old Tiberio.

Jul. What's he, that now is going out of door?

Nurse. Marry, that, I think, be young Petruchio.

Jul. What's he, that follows here, that would not dance?

Nurse. I know not.

Jul. Go, ask his name.—If he be married, My grave is like to be my wedding bed.

Nurse. His name is Romeo, and a Montague; The only son of your great enemy.

Jul. My only love sprung from my only hate! Too early seen unknown, and known too late! Prodigious birth of love it is to me, That I must love a loathed enemy.

Nurse. What's this? what's this?

Jul. Of one I danc'd withal.

Nurse. Come, let's away; the strangers all are gone.

Now old desire doth in his death-bed lie,
 * And young affection gapes to be his heir:

That fair, for which love groan'd for, and would die,
 * With tender Juliet match'd is now not fair.

Now Romeo is belov'd, and loves again,
 * Alike bewitched by the charm of looks;

But to his foe suppos'd he must complain,
 * And she steal love's sweet bait from fearful hooks:

Being held a foe, he may not have access
 * To breathe such vows as lovers use to swear;

And she as much in love, her means much less
 * To meet her new-beloved anywhere:

But passion lends them power, time, means, to meet, Tempering extremities with extreme sweet.