[Romeo] :
For my mind misgives
Some consequence,
yet hanging in the stars,
Shall bitterly begin his fearful date
With this night's revels
and expire the term
Of a despised life,
clos'd in my breast,
By some vile forfeit of untimely death,
But he that has the steerage
of my course
Direct my sail !
(In Capulet's house, Music plays, and they dance)
[Romeo] :
O, she doth teach the torches
to burn bright
like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear --
Beauty too rich for use,
for earth too dear !
So shows a snowy dove
trooping with crows
As yonder lady o'er
her fellows shows.
Did my heart till now ?
Forswear it, sight !
For I ne'er saw true beauty
till this night.
(A Singer(Glen Weston) sings
a theme What is a Youth, )
What is a youth?
Impetuous fire
What is a maid?
Ice and desire
The world wags on.
A rose will bloom.
It then will fade.
So does a youth.
So does the fairest maid.
Comes the time,
when one sweet smile
has its season for a while.
Then love's in love with me.
Some,
they think only to marry;
Others will tease and tarry.
Mine is the very best parry.
Cupid, he rules us all.
Caper the cape
but sing me the song.
Death will come soon
to hush us along.
Sweeter than honey
and bitter as gall.
Love is a task
and it never will pall.
Sweeter than honey
and bitter as gall.
Cupid, he rules us all.
A rose will bloom.
It then will fade.
So does a youth.
So does the fairest maid.
(Conversation of Romeo & Juliet)
[Romeo] :
If I profane
with my unworthiest hand
this holy shrine,
the gentle sin is this:
My lips, two blushing pilgrims,
ready stand
To smooth that rough touch
with a tender kiss.
[Juliet] :
Good pilgrim,
you do wrong your hand too much,
Which mannerly devotion
shows in this:
For saints have hands
that pilgrims' hands do touch,
And palm to palm
is holy palmer's kiss.
[Romeo] :
Have not saints lips,
and holy palmers too ?
[Juliet] :
Ay, pilgrim,
lips that they must use in pray'r.
[Romeo] :
O, then, dear saint,
let lips do what hands do !
They pray : grant thou,
lest faith turn to despair.
[Juliet] :
Saints do not move,
though grant for prayers' sake.
[Romeo] :
Then move not
while my prayer's effect I take.
Thus from my lips,
by thine my sin is purg'd.
[Juliet] :
Then have my lips the sin
that they have took.
[Romeo] :
Sin from my lips ?
O trespass sweetly urg'd !
Give me my sin again.
(Romeo kisses Juliet again)
A rose will bloom.
It then will fade.
So does a youth.
So does the fairest maid.
