JULIET Go ask his name:if he be married. My grave is like to be my wedding bed. Nurse 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 danced withal. [One calls within Juliet.] Nurse Anon,anon! Come,let's away;the strangers all are gone. Exeunt Enter Chorus Chorus Now old desire doth in his death-bed 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 beloved and loves again, Alike betwitched by the charm of looks. But to his foe supposed 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 any where: But passion lends them power,time means,to meet Tempering extremities with extreme sweet. [Exri训 Act2 Scene 2 [Capulet's orchard.][Enter ROMEO] ROMEO He jests at scars that never felt a wound. [JULIET appears above at a window] But,soft!what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east,and Juliet is the sun. Arise,fair sun,and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief,JULIET Go ask his name: if he be married. My grave is like to be my wedding bed. Nurse 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 danced withal. [One calls within 'Juliet.'] Nurse Anon, anon! Come, let's away; the strangers all are gone. [Exeunt] [Enter Chorus] Chorus Now old desire doth in his death-bed 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 beloved and loves again, Alike betwitched by the charm of looks, But to his foe supposed 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 any where: But passion lends them power, time means, to meet Tempering extremities with extreme sweet. [Exit] Act 2 Scene 2 [Capulet's orchard.] [Enter ROMEO] ROMEO He jests at scars that never felt a wound. [JULIET appears above at a window] But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief