ABSTRACT
The Tragicall Historye of Romeus and Juliet 297 His faces rosy hew, I saw full oft to seeke And straight againe it flashed foorth, and spred in eyther cheeke, His fyxed heavenly eyne, that through me quite did perce His thoughts unto my hart, my thoughts they semed to rehearce. What ment his foltring tunge, in telling of his tale, The trembling of his joynts, and eke his cooller waxen pale? And whilst I talkt with him, hym self he hath exylde, Out of him self (as seemed me) ne was I sure begylde. 420 Those arguments of love, craft wrate not in his face, But Natures hande when all deceyte was banishd out ofplace. What other certayn signes seke I of his good wil? These doo suffise, and stedfast I will love and serve him still, Till Attropos shall cut my fa tall thread of lyfe, So that he mynde to make of me his lawfull wedded wyfe. For so perchaunce this new aliance may procure Unto our houses such a peace as ever shall endure.
