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BOMEO AND JULIET. 



And slay thy lady too tliat lives in tliee, 

By doing damned hate npon thyself ? 

Why rail'st thou on thy birth, the heaven, and earth ? 

Since birth and heaven and earth, all three do meet 

In thee at once, which thou at once wouldst lose. 

Fie, fie, thou sham'st thy shape, thy love, thy wit, 

Which, like a usurer, abound'st in all, 

And usest none in that true use indeed 

Which should bedeck thy shape, thy love, thy wit. 

Thy noble shape is but a form of wax, 

Digressing from the valor of a man ; 

Thy dear love sworn, but hollow perjury. 

Killing that love which thou hast vow'd to cherish ; 

Thy wit, that ornament to shape and love. 

Misshapen in the conduct of them both. 

Like powder in a skilless soldier's flask, 

Is set a-fire by thine own ignorance. 

And thou dismember' d with thine own defence. 

What, rouse thee, man ! thy Juliet is alive, 

For whose dear sake thou wast but lately dead ; 

There art thou happy : Tybalt would kill thee, 

But thou slew'st Tybalt ; there art thou happy too : 

The law that threaten'd death becomes thy friend 

And turns it to exile ; there art thou happy : 

A pack of blessings lights upon thy back ; 

Happiness courts thee in her best array ; 

But like a misbehav'd and sullen wench.