Enterย Chorus.
CHORUS.
Now old desire doth in his deathbed lie,
And young affection gapes to be his heir;
That fair for which love groanโd for and would die,
With tender Juliet matchโd, is now not fair.
Now Romeo is belovโd, and loves again,
Alike bewitched by the charm of looks;
But to his foe supposโd he must complain,
And she steal loveโs 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 anywhere.
But passion lends them power, time means, to meet,
Tempering extremities with extreme sweet.
[Exit.]