His name is Romeo, and a Montague,
The only son of your great enemy.
JULIET.
My only love sprung from my only hate!
Too early seen unknown, and known too late!
Prodigious birth of love it is to me,
That I must love a loathed enemy.
NURSE.
What’s this? What’s this?
JULIET.
A rhyme I learn’d even now
Of one I danc’d withal. [_One calls within, ‘Juliet’._]
NURSE.
Anon, anon!
Come let’s away, the strangers all are gone. [_Exeunt._]
ACT II
 Enter Chorus.CHORUS.
Now old desire doth in his deathbed lie,
And young affection gapes to be his heir;
That fair for which love groan’d for and would die,
With tender Juliet match’d, is now not fair.
Now Romeo is belov’d, and loves again,
Alike bewitched by the charm of looks;
But to his foe suppos’d he must complain,
And she steal love’s sweet bait from fearful hooks:
Being held a foe, he may not have access
To breathe such vows as lovers use to swear;
And she as much in love, her means much less
To meet her new beloved anywhere.
But passion lends them power, time means, to meet,
Tempering extremities with extreme sweet. [_Exit._]
SCENE I. An open place adjoining Capulet’s Garden. Enter Romeo.ROMEO.
Can I go forward when my heart is here?
Turn back, dull earth, and find thy centre out. [_He climbs the wall and leaps down within it._] Enter Benvolio and Mercutio.BENVOLIO.
Romeo! My cousin Romeo! Romeo!
MERCUTIO.
He is wise,
And on my life hath stol’n him home to bed.
BENVOLIO.
He ran this way, and leap’d this orchard wall:

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