Romeo and Juliet: Act I, Scene iv; First Folio

 

Romeo and Juliet.         Act 1, Scene 4.      Romeo, Mercutio, Benvolio

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Rom. 
545.  Peace, peace, Mercutio peace,
546.  Thou talk’st of nothing.
Mer. 
547.                                        True, I talke of dreames:
548.  Which are the children of an idle braine,
549.  Begot of nothing, but vaine phantasie,
550.  Which is as thin of substance as the ayre,
551.  And more inconstant then the wind, who wooes
552.  Euen now the frozen bosome of the North:
553.  And being anger’d, puffes away from thence,
554.  Turning his side to the dew dropping South.
Ben. 
555.  This wind you talke of blowes vs from our selues,
556.  Supper is done, and we shall come too late.
Rom. 
557.  I feare too early, for my mind misgiues,
558.  Some consequence yet hanging in the starres,
559.  Shall bitterly begin his fearefull date
560.  With this nights reuels, and expire the tearme
561.  Of a despised life clos’d in my brest:
562.  By some vile forfeit of vntimely death.
563.  But he that hath the stirrage of my course,
564.  Direct my sute: on lustie Gentlemen.
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