of Romeo and Iuliet.
But all ſo ſoone as the all cheering Sunne,
Should in the fartheſt Eaſt begin to draw,
The ſhadie curtaines from Auroras bed,
Away from light ſteales home my heauy ſonne,
And priuate in his Chamber pennes himſelfe,
Shuts vp his windowes, locks faire day-light out,
And makes himſelfe an artificiall night,
Blacke and protendous muſt this humour proue,
Vnleſſe good Counſell may the cauſe remoue.
Ben. My noble vncle doe you know the cauſe?
Moun. I neither know it, nor can learne of him.
Ben. Haue you importunde him by any meanes?
Moun. Both by my ſelfe and many other friends,
But hee his owne affections Counſeller,
Is to himſelfe (I will not ſay how true)
But to himſelfe ſo ſecret and ſo cloſe,
So farre from founding and diſcouery.
As is the bud bit with an enuious worme,
Ere hee can ſpread his ſweete leaues to the ayre,
Or dedicate his beauty to the ſame.
Could we but learne from whence his ſorrowes grow,
We would as willingly giue cure, as know.
Enter Romeo.
Benu. See where hee comes, ſo pleaſe you ſtep aſide,
He know his greeuance or bee much denide.
Moun. I would thou wertſo happy by thy ſtay,
To heare true thrift, come Madam lets away.
Benuel. Good morrow Couſin.
Romeo. Is the day ſo young?
Ben. But new ſtrooke nine.
Romeo. Ay me ſad houres ſeeme long:
Was that my father that went hence ſo faſt?
Ben. It was: what ſadneſſe lengthens Romeos houres?
Rom. Not hauing that, which hauing, makes them ſhort.
Ben. In loue.
Romeo. Out.
Ben. Of loue.
