ABSTRACT

The prince could never cause those housholds so agree, But that some sparcles of their wrath, as yet remaining bee Which lye this while rak 'd up, in ashes pale and ded, Till tyme do serve that they agayne in wasting flame may spred. At holiest. times, men say most heynous crimes are donne; The morowe after Easter day the rnischiefe new begonne. g6o A band of Capilets did meete (my hart it rewes) Within the walles, by Pursers gate, a band of Montagewes. The Capilets as cheefe, a yong man have chose out, Best exercisd in feates of arrnes, and noblest of the rowte, Our Juliets unkles sonne that cliped was Tibalt.