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14- ROMEO AND JULIET. 

The fiery Tybalt, with his sword prepar'd ; 
Which, as he breath'd defiance to my ears, 
He swung about his head and cut the winds, 
Who, nothing hurt withal, hiss'd him in scorn. 
While we were interchanging thrusts and blows. 
Came more and more, and fought on part and part. 
Till the prince came, who parted either part. 

Lady Montague. 0, where is Eomeo ? saw you him 
to-day ? 
Right glad I am he was not at this fray. 

Benvolio. Madam, an hour before the worshipp'd sun 
Peer'd forth the golden window of the east, 
A troubled mind drave me to walk abroad ; 
Where, underneath the grove of sycamore 
That westward rooteth from the city's side. 
So early walking did I see your son. 
Towards him I made, but he was ware of me 
And stole into the covert of the wood ; 
I, measuring his affections by my own. 
Which then most sought where most might not be found, 
Being one too many by my weary self, 
Pursued my humor not pursuing his. 
And gladly shunn'd who gladly fled from me. 

Montague. Many a morning hath he there been seen 
With tears augmenting the fresh morning's dew, 
Adding to clouds more clouds with his deep sighs ; 
But all so soon as the all-cheering sun