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prayed hir to require Iulietta the same euening not to fayle to
bee at the accustomed place. But if this Iorney seemed long to
these two passioned Louers, let other Iudge, that haue at other
tymes assayed the lyke: for euery minute of an houre seemed to
them a Thousande yeares, so that if they had power to commaund
the Heauens (as Iosua did the Sunne) the Earth had incontinently
bene shadowed wyth darkest Cloudes. The apoyncted houre come,
Rhomeo put on the most sumptuous apparell hee had, and conducted
by good fortune neere to the place where his heart tooke lyfe,
was so fully determined of hys purpose, as easily hee clymed vp
the Garden wall. Beinge arriued hard to the wyndow, he perceyued
Iulietta, who had already so well fastned the Ladder to draw him
vp, as without any daunger at all, he entred hir chambre, which
was so clere as the day, by reason of the Tapers of virgin Wax,
which Iulietta had caused to be lighted, that she might the
better beholde hir Rhomeo. Iulietta for hir part, was but in hir
night kerchief: who so soon as she perceyued him colled him
about the Neck, and after shee had kissed and rekissed hym a
million of times, began to imbrace hym betwene hir armes, hauing
no power to speake vnto him, but by Sighes onely, holding hir
mouth close against his, and being in this traunce beheld him
with pitifull eye, which made him to liue and die together.
And afterwards somewhat come to hir selfe, she sayd with sighes
deepely fetched from the bottom of hir heart. “Ah Rhomeo, the
exampler of al vertue and gentlenes, most hartely welcome to
this place, wherein for your lacke, and absence, and for feare
of your person, I haue gushed forth so many Teares as the spring
is almost dry: but now that I hold you betwen my armes, let
death and fortune doe what they list. For I count my selfe more
than satisfied of all my sorrowes past, by the fauour alone of
your presence.” Whom Rhomeo with weeping eye, giuing ouer
silence aunswered: “Madame, for somutch as I neuer receyued so
mutch of fortune’s grace, as to make you feele by liuely
experience what power you had ouer me, and the torment euery
minute of the day sustained for your occasion, I do assure you
the least grief that vexeth me for your absence, is a thousand
times more paynefull than death, which long time or this had cut
of the threede of my lyfe, if the hope of this happy Iourney had
not bene, which paying mee now the iust Tribute of my weepings
past, maketh me better content, and more glad, than if the whole
Worlde were at my commaundement, beseeching you (without further
memory of auncient griefe) to take aduice in tyme to come how we
may content our passionate hearts, and to sort our affayres with
sutch Wysedome and discretion, as our enimies without aduantage
may let vs continue the remnant of our dayes in rest and quiet.”
And as Iulietta was about to make answere, the Olde woman came
in the meane time, and sayd vnto them: “He that wasteth time in
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