Unit 4: The Tragedy of Romeo and Juliet, Act 2

I conjure thee by Rosaline’s bright eyes,
By her high forehead and her scarlet lip,
By her fine foot, straight leg, and quivering thigh,
And the demesnes that there adjacent lie,
That in thy likeness thou appear to us!

She speaks, yet she says nothing; what of that?
Her eye discourses, I will answer it.

Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye
Than twenty of their swords! Look thou but sweet,
And I am proof against their enmity.

Good night, good night! as sweet repose and rest
Come to thy heart as that within my breast!

If that thy bent of love be honorable,
Thy purpose marriage, send me word tomorrow,
By one that I’ll procure to come to thee

Two such opposed kings encamp them still
In man as well as herbs, grace and rude will;
And where the worser is predominant,
Full soon the canker death eats up that plant.

Thou chidst me oft for loving Rosaline.

For doting, not for loving, pupil mine.

For this alliance may so happy prove
To turn your households’ rancor to pure love.

Follow me this jest now, till thou hast worn out thy pump, that when the single sole of it is worn, the jest may remain, after the wearing, soly singular.