Be plain, good son, and homely in thy drift;
Riddling confession finds but riddling shrift.
Then plainly know my heart's dear love is set
On the fair daughter of rich Capulet:
As mine on hers, so
hers is set on mine;
And all combined, save what thou must combine
By holy marriage: when and where
We met, we woo'd and made exchange of vow,
I'll tell thee as we pass; but this I pray,
consent to marry us to-day.
Holy Saint Francis, what a change is here!
Is Rosaline, whom thou didst love so dear,
So soon forsaken?
young men's love then lies
Not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes.
Jesu Maria, what a deal of brine
wash'd thy sallow cheeks for Rosaline!
How much salt water thrown away in waste,
To season love, that
of it doth not taste!
The sun not yet thy sighs from heaven clears,
Thy old groans ring yet in my ancient
Lo, here upon thy cheek the stain doth sit
Of an old tear that is not wash'd off yet:
If e'er thou wast
thyself and these woes thine,
Thou and these woes were all for Rosaline:
And art thou changed? pronounce
this sentence then,
Women may fall, when there's no strength in men.
Thou chid'st me oft for loving Rosaline.
For doting, not for loving, pupil mine.
And bad'st me bury love.
Not in a grave,
To lay one in, another out to have.
I pray thee, chide not; she whom I love now
Doth grace for grace and love for love allow;
The other did not
O, she knew well
Thy love did read by rote and could not spell.
But come, young waverer, come, go with
In one respect I'll thy assistant be;
For this alliance may so happy prove,
To turn your households' rancour
to pure love.
O, let us hence; I stand on sudden haste.
Wisely and slow; they stumble that run fast.
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