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Iulietta by the Hande to Daunce, wherein shee behaued hir selfe
so well, and wyth so excellent grace, as shee wanne that Daye
the prise of Honour from all the Damosels of Verona. Rhomeo
hauynge foreseene the place wherevnto shee mynded to retire,
approched the same, and so dyscretelye vsed the matter, as hee
founde the meanes at hir returne to sit beside hir: Iulietta
when the daunce was finished, returned to the very place where
she was set before, and was placed betwene Rhomeo and an other
gentleman called Mercutio, which was a courtlyke Gentleman, very
well be loued of all men, and by reason of his pleasaunt and
curteous behauior was in euery company wel intertayned. Mercutio
that was of audacity among Maydens, as a Lyon is among Lambes,
seazed incontynently vpon the hande of Iulietta, whose hands
wontedly were so cold both in Wynter and Sommer as the Mountayne
yce, although the fire’s heat did warm the same. Rhomeo whych
sat vppon the left side of Iulietta, seynge that Mercutio held
hir by the right hand, toke hir by the other that he myght not
be deceiued of his purpose, and strayning the same a little, he
felt himself so prest wyth that newe fauor, as he remayned mute,
not able to aunswer: but she perceyuyng by his chaunge of color,
that the fault proceded of the vehemence of loue, desyryng to
speake vnto hym, turned hir selfe towards hym, and wyth
tremblyng voyce ioyned with virginal shamefastnesse, intermedled
with a certayn bashfulnesse, sayd to hym: “Blessed be the houre
of your neare approche:” but mynding to procede in further
talke, loue had so closed vp hir mouth, as she was not able to
end hir Tale. Wherunto the yong Gentleman all rauished with ioy
and contentation, sighing, asked hir what was the cause of that
ryght fortunate blessing: Iulietta, somwhat more emboldened with
pytyful loke and smyling countenance, said vnto him: “Syr, do
not maruell yf I do blesse your comminge hither, bicause sir
Mercutio a good tyme wyth frosty hand hath wholly frosen mine,
and you of your curtesy haue warmed the same agayne.” Wherunto
immediatly Rhomeo replyed: “Madame, if the heauens haue ben so
fauorable to employe me to do you some agreeable seruice, being
repaired hither by chance amongs other Gentlemen, I esteeme the
same well bestowed, crauying no greater benefite for
satisfaction of all my contentations receiued in this World,
than to serue obey and honor you so long as my lyfe doth last,
as experience shall yeld more ample proofe when it shall please
you to geue further assaye: moreouer, if you haue receiued any
Heat by touche of my Hand, you may be well assured that those
flames be dead in respect of the lyuely Sparkes and violent fire
which sorteth from you fayre Eyes, which fire hath so fiercely
inflamed all the most sensible parts of my body, as if I be not
succored by the fauoure of your good graces, I do attend the
time to be consumed to dust.” Scarse had he made an ende of
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