last From whence thou art now falne that raysed vp agayne With greater ioy a greater while in pleasure mayst thou raygne Compare the present while with times ypast before And thinke that Fortune hath for thee great pleasure yet in store The whilst this little wrong receiue thou paciently And what of force must nedes be done that doe thou willingly Foly it is to feare that thou canst not auoyde And madnes to desire it much that can not be enioyde To geue to Fortune place not ay deserueth blame But skill it is according to the times thy selfe to frame Whilst to this skilfull lore he lent his listning eares His sighes are stopt and stopped are the conduits of his teares As blackest cloudes are chaced by winters nimble winde So haue his reasons chaced care out of his carefull mynde As of a morning fowle ensues an euening fayre So banisht hope returneth home to banish his despayre Now is affections veale remoued from his eyes He seeth the path that he must walke and reson makes him wise For very shame the blood doth flashe in both his cheekes He thankes the father for his lore and farther ayde he seekes He sayth that skilles youth for counsell is vnfitte And anger oft with hastines are ioind to want of witte But sound aduise aboundes in heddes with horishe heares For wisdom is by practise wonne and perfect made by yeares But aye from this time forth his ready bending will Shalbe in awe and gouerned by fryer Lawrence skill The gouernor is nowe right carefull of his charge To whom he doth wisely discoorse of his affaires at large He telles him how he shall depart the towne vnknowne Both mindfull of his frendes safetie and carefull of his owne How he shall gyde him selfe how he shall seeke to winne The frendship of the better sort how warely to crepe in The fauour of the Mantuan prince and how he may Appease the wrath of Escalus and wipe the fault away The choller of his foes by gentle meanes tasswage Or els by force and practises to bridle quite theyr rage And last he chargeth him at his appointed howre To goe with manly mery cheere vnto his ladies bowre And there with hole some woordes to salue her sorowes smart And to reuiue if nede require her faint and dying hart The old mans woords haue fild with ioy our Romeus brest And eke the olde wiues talke hath set our Iuliets hart at rest Whereto may I compare O louers this your day Like dayes the painefull mariners are woonted to assay For beat with tempest great when they at length espye Some little beame of Phoebus light that perceth through the skie To cleare the shadowde earth by clearenes of his face They hope that dreadles they shall ronne the remnant of their race Yea they assure them selfe and quite behynd theyr backe They cast all doute and thanke the Gods for scraping of the wracke But straight the boysterous windes with greater fury blowe And ouer boord the broken mast the stormy blastes doe throwe The heauens large are clad with cloudes as darke as hell And twise as hye the striuing waues begin to roare and swell With greater daungers dred the men are vexed more In greater perill of their lyfe then they had been before The golden sonne was gonne to lodge him in the west The full moone eke in yonder South had sent most men to rest When restles Romeus and restles Iuliet In woonted sort by woonted meane in Iuliets chaumber met And from the windowes top downe had he leaped scarce When she with armes outstretched wide so hard did him embrace That welnigh had the sprite not forced by dedly force Flowne vnto death before the time abandoning the corce Thus muet stoode they both the eight part of an howre And both would speake but neither had of speaking any powre But on his brest her hed doth ioylesse Iuliet lay And on her slender necke his chyn doth ruthfull Romeus stay Their scalding sighes ascende and by their cheekes dowue fall Their trickling teares as christall cleare but bitterer farre then gall Then he to end the greefe which both they liued in Did kysse his loue and wisely thus hys tale he dyd begin My Iuliet my loue my onely hope and care To you I purpose not as now with length of woords declare The diuersenes and eke the accidents so straunge Of frayle vnconstant Fortune that delyteth still in chaunge Who in a moment heaues her frendes vp to the height Of her swift turning slippery wheele then fleetes her frendship straight O wondrous chaunge euen with the twinkling of an eye Whom erst her selfe had rashly set in pleasant place so hye The same in great despyte downe hedlong doth she throwe And while she treades and spurneth at the lofty state laid lowe More sorow doth she shape within an howers space Then pleasure in an hundred yeres so geyson is her grace The proofe wherof in me alas too plaine apperes Whom tenderly my carefull frendes haue fostered with my feers In prosperous high degree mayntayned so by fate That as your selfe did see my foes enuyde my noble state One thing there was I did aboue the rest desire To which as to the soueraigne good by hope I would aspyre Thol by our mariage meane we might within a while To woorke our perfect happines our parentes reconsile That safely so we might not stopt by sturdy strife Vnto the boundes that God hath set gyde forth our pleasant lyfe But now alacke too soone my blisse is ouerblowne And vpside downe my purpose and my enterprise are throwne And driuen from my frendes of straungers must I craue O graunt it God from daungers dread that I may suertie haue For loe henceforth I must wander in landes vnknowne So hard I finde the princes doome exyled from mine owne Which thing I haue thought good to set before your eyes And to exhort you now to proue your selfe a woman wise That paciently you beare my absent long abod For what aboue by fatall doomes decreed is that God And more then this to say it seemed he was bent But Iuliet in dedly greefe with brackish teares besprent Brake of his tale begonne and whilst his speche he stayde These selfe same wordes or like to these with dreery chere she sayde Why Romeus can it be thou hast so hard a hart So farre remoued from ruth so farre from thinking on my smart To leaue me thus alone thou cause of my distresse Beseged with so great a campe of mortall wretchednesse That euery hower now and moment in a day A thousand times death bragges as he would reaue my life away Yet such is my mishap O cruell destenye That still I liue and wish for death but yet can neuer dye So that iust cause I haue to thinke as seemeth me That froward Fortune did of late with cruell death agree To lengthen lothed life to pleasure in my payne And tryumph in my harme as in the greatest hoped
fryre vnto his tale replye That he straight cared for his life that erst had care to dye Art thou quoth he a man Thy shape saith so thou art Thy crying and thy weping eyes denote a womans hart For manly reason is quite from of thy mynd outchased And in her stead affections lewd and fansies highly placed So that I stoode in doute this howre at the least If thou a man or woman wert or els a brutish beast A wise man in the midst of troubles and distres Still standes not wayling present harme but seeks his harmes redres As when the winter flawes with dredfull noyse arise And heaue the fomy swelling waues vp to the starry skies So that the broosed barke in cruell seas betost Dispayreth of the happy hauen in daunger to be lost The pylate bold at helme cryes mates strike now your sayle And tornes her stemme into the waues that strongly her assayle Then driuen hard vpon the bare and wrackfull shore In greater daunger to be wract then he had been before He seeth his ship full right against the rocke to ronne But yet he dooth what lyeth in hun the perilous rocke to shonne Sometimes the beaten boate by cunning gouernment The ancors lost the cables broke and all the tackle spent The roder smitten of and ouer boord the mast Doth win the long desyred porte the stormy daunger past But if the master dread and ouerprest with woe Begin to wring his handes and lets the gyding rodder goe The ship rents on the rocke or sinketh in the deepe And eke the coward drenched is So if thou still be weepe And seke not how to helpe the chaunges that do chaunce Thy cause of sorow shall increase thou cause of thy mischaunce Other account thee wise prooue not thy selfe a foole Now put in practise lessons learnd of old in wisdomes schoole The wise man saith beware thou double not thy payne For one perhaps thou mayst abyde but hardly suffer twayne As well we ought to seeke thinges hurtfull to decrease As to endeuor helping thinges by study to increase The prayse of trew fredom in wisdomes bondage lyes He winneth blame whose deedes be fonde although his woords be wise Sickenes the bodies gayle greefe gayle is of the mynd If thou canst scape from heauy greefe true fredome shalt thou finde Fortune can fill nothing so full of hearty greefe But in the same a constant mynd Finds solace and releefe Vertue is alwayes thrall to troubles and annoye But wisdome in aduersitie findes cause of quiet ioye And they most wretched are that know no wretchednes And afther great extremity mishaps ay waxen lesse Like as there is no weale but wastes away somtime So euery kind of wayled woe will weare away in time If thou wilt master quite the troubles that the spill Endeuor first by reasons help to master witles will A sondry medson hath eche sondry faynt disease But pacience a common salue to euery wound geues ease The world is alway full of chaunces and of chaunge Wherfore the chaunge of chaunce must not seeme to a wise man straunge For tickel Fortune doth in chaunging but her kind But all her chaunges cannot chaunge a steady constant minde Though wauering Fortune toorne from thee her smyling face And sorow seeke to set him selfe in banishd pleasures place Yet may thy marred state be mended in a while And she eftsones that frowneth now with pleasant cheere shall smyle For as her happy state no long whyle standeth sure Euen so the heauy plight she brings not alwayes doth endure What nede so many woordes to thee that art so wyse Thou better canst aduise thy selfe then I can thee aduyse Wisdome I see is vayne if thus in time of neede A wise mans wit vnpractised doth stand him in no steede I know thou hast some cause of sorow and of care But well I wot thou hast no cause thus frantikly to fare Affections foggy mist thy febled sight doth blynde But if that reasons beames agayne might shine into thy mynde If thou wouldst view thy state with an indifferent eye I thinke thou wouldst condemne thy plaint thy sighing and thy crye With valiant hand thou madest thy foe yeld vp his breth Thou hast escapd his swerd and eke the lawes that threatten death By thy escape thy frendes are fraughted full of ioy And by his death thy deadly foes are laden with annoy Wilt thou with trusty frendes of pleasure take some part Or els to please thy hatefull foes be partner of theyr smart Why cryest thou out on loue why doest thou blame thy fate Why dost thou so crye after death thy life why dost thou hate Dost thou repent the choyce that thou so late didst choose Loue is thy Lord thou oughtest obay and not thy prince accuse For thou hast found thou knowst great fauour in his sight He graunted thee at thy request thy onely hartes delight So that the Gods enuyde the blisse thou liuedst in To geue to such vnthankefull men is folly and a sin He thinkes I heare thee say the cruell banishment Is onely cause of thy vnrest onely thou dost lament That from thy natife land and frendes thou must depart Enforsd to flye from her that hath the keping of thy hart And so opprest with waight of smart that thou dost feele Thou dost complaine of Cupides brand and Fortunes turning wheele Vnto a valiant hart there is no banishment All countreys are his natiue soyle beneath the firmament As to the fishe the sea as to the fowle the ayre So is like pleasant to the wise eche place of his repayre Though froward Fortune chase thee hence into exyle With doubled honor shall she call thee home within a whyle Admyt thou shouldst abyde abrode a yere or twayne Should so short absence cause so long and eke so greeuous payne Though thou ne mayst thy frendes here in Verona see They are not banishd Mantua where safely thou mast be Thether they may resort though thou resort not hether And there in suretie may you talke of your affayres together Yea but this whyle alas thy Iuliet must thou misse The onely piller of thy helth and ancor of thy blisse Thy hart thou leauest with her when thou dost hence depart And in thy brest inclosed bearst her tender frendly hart But if thou rew so much to leaue the rest behinde With thought of passed ioyes content thy vncontented mynde So shall the mone decrease wherwith thy mynd doth melt Compared to the heauenly ioyes which thou hast often felt He is too nyse a weakeling that shrinketh at a showre And he vnworthy of the sweete that tasteth not the sowre Call now againe to mynde thy first consuming flame How didst thou vainely burne in loue of an vnlouing dame Hadst thou not welnigh wept quite out thy swelling eyne Did not thy parts fordoon with payne languishe away and pyne Those greefes and others like were happly ouerpast And thou in haight of Fortunes wheele well placed at the
groweth still I little wend you would haue sought occasion how By such an heynous act to breake the peace and eke your vowe Wherby your bright renoune all whole yelipsed is And I vnhappy husbandles of cumfort robde and blisse But if you did so much the blood of Capels thyrst Why haue you often spared mine myne might haue quencht it first Since that so many times and in so secret place Where you were wont with vele of loue to hyde your hatreds face My doutfull lyfe hath hapt by fatall dome to stand In mercy of your cruell hart and of your bloudy hand What seemd the conquest which you got of me so small What seemd it not enough that I poore wretch was made your thrall But that you must increase it with that kinsmans blood Which for his woorth and loue to me most in my fauour stood Well goe hencefoorth els where and seeke another whyle Some other as vnhappy as I by flattry to begyle And where I comme see that you shonne to shew your face For your excuse within my hart shall finde no resting place And I that now too late my former fault repent Will so the rest of wery life with many teares lament That soone my ioyceles corps shall yeld vp banishd breath And where on earth it restles liued in earth seeke rest by death These sayde her tender hart by payne oppressed sore Restraynd her teares and forced her tong to keepe her talke in store And then as still she was as if in sownd she lay And then agayne wroth with her selfe with feble voyce gan say Ah cruell murthering tong murthrer of others fame How durst thou once attempt to tooch the honor of his name Whose dedly foes doe yelde him dewe and earned prayse For though his fredome be bereft his honor not decayes Why blamst thou Romeus for sleying of Tybalt Since he is gyltles guite of all and Tybalt beares the falt Whether shall he alas poore banishd man now flye What place of succor shall he seeke beneth the starry skye Synce she pursueth him and him defames by wrong That in distres should be his fort and onely rampier strong Receiue the recompence O Romeus of thy wife Who for she was vnkind her selfe doth offer vp her lyfe In flames of yre in sighes in sorow and in ruth So to reuenge the crime she did commit against thy truth These said she could no more her senses all gan fayle And dedly panges began straight way her tender hart assayle Her limmes she stretched forth she drew no more her breath Who had been there might well haue seene the signes of present death The nurce that knew no cause why she absented her Did doute lest that some sodain greefe too much tormented her Eche where but where she was the carefull Beldam sought Last of the chamber where she lay she haply her bethought Where she with piteous eye her nurce childe did beholde Her limmes stretched out her vtward parts as any marble colde The nurce supposde that she had payde to death her det And then as she had lost her wittes she cryed to Iuliet Ah my dere hart quoth she how greeueth me thy death Alas what cause hast thou thus soone to yelde vp liuing breath But while she handled her and chafed euery part She knew there was some sparke of life by beating of her hart So that a thousand times she cald vpon her name There is no way to helpe a traunce but she hath tryde the same She openeth wide her mouth she stoppeth close her nose She bendeth downe her brest she wringes her fingers and her toes And on her bosome colde she layeth clothes hot A warmed and a holesome iuyce she powreth downe her throte At length doth Iuliet heaue fayntly vp her eyes And then she stretcheth forth her arme and then her nurce she spyes But when she was awakde from her vnkindly traunce Why dost thou trouble me quoth she what draue thee with mischaunce To come to see my sprite forsake my brethles corce Goe hence and let me dye if thou haue on my smart remorse For who would see her frend to liue in dedly payne Alas I see my greefe begoone for euer will remayne Or who would seeke to liue all pleasure being past My myrth is donne my moorning mone for ay is like to last Wherfore since that there is none other remedy Comme gentle death and ryue my hart at once and let my dye The nurce with tricling teares to witnes inward smart With helow sigh fetchd from the depth of her appauled hart Thus spake to Iuliet yelad with eugly care Good lady myne I do not know what makes you thus to fare Ne yet the cause of your vnmeasurde heauines But of this one I you assure for care and sorowes stresse This hower large and more I thought so god me saue That my dead corps should wayte on yours to your vntimely graue Alas my tender nurce and trusty frend quoth she Art thou so blinde that with thine eye thou canst not easely see The lawfull cause I haue to sorow and to moorne Since those the which I hyld most deere I haue at once forlorne Her nurce then aunswerd thus Me thinkes it sits you yll To fall in these extremities that may you gyltles spill For when the stormes of care and troubles do aryse Then is the time for men to know the foolish from the wise You are accounted wise a foole am I your nurce But I see not how in like case I could be haue me wurse Tibalt your frend is ded what weene you by your teares To call him backe againe thinke you that he your crying heares You shall perceue the falt if it be iustly tryde Of his so sodayn death was in his rashnes and his pryde Would you that Romeus him selfe had wronged so To suffer himselfe causeles to be outraged of his foe To whom in no respect he ought a place to geue Let it suffise to thee fayre dame that Romeus doth liue And that there is good hope that he within a while With greater glory shalbe calde home from his hard exile How wel yborne he is thy selfe I know canst tell By kindred strong and well alyed of all beloued well With patience arme thy selfe for though that Fortunes cryme Without your falt to both your greefes depart you for a time I dare say for amendes of all your present payne She will restore your owne to you within a month or twayne With such contented ease as neuer erst you had Wherfore reioyce a while in hope and be ne more so sad And that I may discharge your hart of heauy care A certaine way I haue found out my paynes ne will I spare To learne his present state and what in time to comme He mindes to doe which knowne by me you shall know all and somme But that I dread the whilst your sorowes will you quell Straight would I hye where he doth lurke
shade When thou ne lookest wide ne closely dost thou winke When Phoebus from our hemysphere in westerne waue doth sinke What cooller then the heauens do shew vnto thine eyes The same or like saw Romeus in farthest Esterne skyes As yet he saw no day ne could he call it night With equall force decreasing darke fought with increasing light Then Romeus in armes his lady gan to folde With frendly kisse and ruthfully she gan her knight beholde With solemne othe they both â–ª theyr sorowfull leaue do take They sweare no stormy troubles shall theyr steady frendship shake Then carefull Romeus agayne to cell retoornes And in her chamber secretly our ioyles Iuliet moornes Now hugycloudes of care of sorow and of dread The clearnes of their gladsome harts hath wholy ouerspread When golden crested Phoebus bosteth him in skye And vnder earth to scape reuenge his dedly foe doth flye Then hath these louers day an ende their night begonne For eche of them to other is as to the world the sunne The dawning they shall see ne sommer any more But blackfaced night with winter rough ah beaten ouer sore The wery watch discharged did hye them home to slepe The warders and the skowtes were chargd â–ª theyr place and coorse to keepe And Verone gates a wyde the porters had set open When Romeus had of his affayres with frier Lawrence spoken Warely he walked forth vnknowne of frend or foe Clad like a merchant venterer from top euen to the toe He spurd apace and came withouten stop or stay To Mantua gates where lighted downe he sent his man away With woords of comfort to his olde afflicted fyre And straight in mynd to soiorne there a lodgeing doth he hyre And with the nobler sort he doth himselfe acquaint And of his open wrong receaued the Duke doth heare his plaint He practiseth by frendes for pardon of â—â—yle The whilst he seeketh euery way his sorowes to begyle But who forgets the cole that burneth in his brest Alas his cares denye his hart the sweete desyred rest No time findes he of myrth he findes no place of ioye But euery thing occasion geues of sorow and annoye For when in toorning skyes the heauens lampes are light And from the other hemysphere fayre Phoebus chaceth night When euery man and beast hath rest from painfull toyle Then in the brest of Romeus his passions gyn to boyle Then doth he wet with teares the cowche wheron he lyes And then his sighes the chamber fill and out aloude he cryes Against the restles starres in rolling skyes that raunge Against the fatall sisters three and Fortune full of chaunge Eche night a thousand times he calleth for the day He thinketh Titans restles stedes of restines do stay Or that at length they haue some â—ayâ—ing place found out Or gyded yll haue lost theyr way and wandred farre about Whyle thus in ydel thoughts the wery time he spendeth The night hath end but not with night â–ª the plaint of night be endeth Is he accompanied is he in place alone In cumpany he wayles his harme a part be maketh mone For if his feeres reioyce what cause hath he to ioy That wanteth still his cheefe delight while they theyr loues enioy â–ª But if with heauy cheere they shewe their inward greefe He wayleth most his wretchednes that is of wretches cheefe When he doth heare abrode the praise of ladies blowne Within his thought he scorneth them and doth preferre his owne When pleasant songes he beares When others do reioyce The melody of Musike doth styrre vp his mourning voyce But if in secret place he walke some where alone The place it selfe and secretnes redoubleth all his mone Then speakes he to the beastes to fethered fowles and trees Vnto the earth the cloudes and to what so beside he sees To them he shewth his smart as though they reason had Eche thing may cause his heauines â–ª but nought may make him glad And wery of the day agayne he calleth night The sunne he curseth and the howre when fyrst his eyes saw light And as the night and day their course do enterchaunge So doth our Romeus nightly cares for cares of day exchaunge In absence of her knight the lady no way could Kepe trewe betwene her greefes and her though nere so fayne she would And though with greater payne she cloked sorowes smart Yet did her paled face disclose the passions of her hart Her sighing euery howre her weping euery where Her recheles heede of meate of slepe and wearing of her geare The carefull mother markes then of her health afrayde Because the greefes increased still thus to her child she sayde Deere daughter if you shoulde long languishe in this sort I stand in doute that ouer soone your sorowes â–ª will make short Your louing fathers life and myne that loue you more Then our owne propre breth and life Brydel hence forth therfore Your greefe and payne your selfe on ioy your thought to set For time it is that now you should our Tybalts death forget Of whom since God hath claymd the lyfe that was but lent He is in blisse ne is there cause why you should thus lament â–ª You can not call him backe with teares and shrikinges shrill It is a falt thus still to grudge at Gods appoynted will The seely soule had now no longer powre to fayne Ne longer could she hyde her harme but aunswerd thus agayne With heauy broken sighes with visage pale and ded Madame the last of Tybalts teares a great while since I shed Whose spring hath been ere this so laded out by me That empty quite and moystureles I gesse it now to be So that my payned hart by canduites of the eyne No more henceforth as wont it was shall gush forth dropping bryne The wofull mother knew not what her daughter ment And loth to vexe her childe by woordes her peace she warely hent But when from howre to howre from morow to the morow Still more and more she saw increast her daughters wonted sorow All meanes she sought of her and howshold folke to know The certaine roote whereon her greefe and booteles mone doth growe But lo she hath in vayne her time and labor lore Wherfore without all measure is her hart tormented sore And sith her selfe could not fynd out the cause of care She thought it good to tell the syre how yll his childe did fare And when she saw her time thus to her feere she sayde Syr if you marke our daughter well the countenance of the mayde And how she fareth since that Tybalt vnto death Before his time forst by his foe dyd yeld his liuing breath Her face shall seeme so chaunged her doynges eke so straunge That you will greatly wonder at so great and sodain chaunge Not onely she forbeares her meate her drinke and sleepe But now she tendeth nothing els but to lament and weepe No greater ioy hath she nothing contentes her hart So much as in her chaumber