Romeo and Juliet
Act II, Prologue
- Enter Chorus.
Chorus1 - 14
- 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 belov’d and loves again,
- Alike bewitched by the charm of looks;
- But to his foe suppos’d 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,
- Temp’ring extremities with extreme sweet.