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 For this time all the ret depart away: You Capulet hall goe along with me, And Mountague come you this afternoons, To know our farther pleaure in this cae: To old Free-towne, our common judgement place: Once more on paine or death, all men depart.

Exeunt.

Mount. Who et this auncient quarrell new abroach? Speake Nephew, were you by, when it began?

Ben. Here were the eruants of your aduerarie And yours cloe fighting ere I did approach, I drew to part them, in the intant came The fiery Tibalt, with his word prepard, Which as he breath'd defiance to my eares, He wong about his head and cut the windes, Who nothing hurt withall, hit him in corne: While we were enterchanging thrut and blowes, Came more and more, and fought on part and part, Till the Prince came, who parted either part.

Wife. O where is Romeo, aw you him to day? Right glad am I, he was not at this fray.

Ben. Madam, an houre before the worhipt Sunne. Peerde forth the Golden window of the Eat, A troubled mind draue mee to walke abroad, Where vnderneath the groue of Syramour, That Wetward rooteth from this City ide: So early walking did I ee your onne, Towards him I made, but hee was ware of mee, And tole into the couert of the wood, I meauring his affections by my owne, Which then mot ought, where mot might not be found: Being one to many by my weary elfe, Purued my humour, not puruing his, And gladly hunned, who gladly fled from me.

Mount. Many a morning hath he there beene eene, With teares augmenting the freh mornings deaw, Adding to cloudes, more clouds with his deepe ighes, Rh