ABSTRACT

Romeo and Juliet That in a while (alas the while) it hasteth deadly paines. Whilst Juliet (for so this gentle damsell bight) From syde to syde on every one dyd cast about her sight. At last her floting eyes were ancored fast on him, Who for her sake dyd banishe health and fredome from eche

lim me. He in her sight did seeme to passe the rest as farre As Phoebus shining beames do passe the brightnes of a starre. In wayte }aye warlike love with golden howe and shaft, And to his eare with steady hand the bowstring up he raft. 230 Till now she had escapde his sharpe inflaming darte, Till now he listed not assaulte her yong and tender hart. His whetted arrow loosde, so touchd her to the quicke, That through the eye it strake the hart, and there the hedde did

sticke. It booted not to strive, for why, she wanted strength: The weaker aye unto the strong of force must yeld at length. The pomps now of the feast her heart gyns to despyse And onely joyeth when her eyen meete with her lovers eyes. When theyr new smitten heartes had fed on loving gleames, Whilst passing too and fro theyr eyes ymingled were theyr

beames, 240 Eche of these lovers gan by others lookes to knowe That frendship in their brest had roote, and both would have it

grow. When thus in both theyr harts had Cupide made his breache And eche of them had sought the meane to end the warre by

speache, Dame Fortune did assent theyr purpose to advaunce, With torche in hand a comly knight did fetch her foorth to

daunce. She quit her selfe so well, and with so trim a grace, That she the cheefe prayse wan that night from all Verona race. The whilst our Romeus, a place had warely wonne Nye to the seate where she must sit, the daunce once beyng

donne 250 Fayre Juliet tourned to her chayre with pleasant cheere And glad she was her Romeus approched was so neere. At thane side of her chayre, her lover Romeo And on the other side there sat one cald Mercutio, A courtier that eche where was highly had in pryce, For he was coorteous of his speche, and pleasant of devise Even as a Lyon would emong the lambes be holde,