As is the bud bit with an envious worm, 156
Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air,
Or dedicate his beauty to the sun.
Could we but learn from whence his sorrows grow,
We would as willingly give cure as know. 160
Enter Romeo.
Ben. See where he comes: so please you, step aside;
I'll know his grievance, or be much denied.
Mon. I would thou wert so happy by thy stay,
To hear true shrift. Come, madam, let's away.
Ben. Good morrow, cousin.
Rom. Is the day so young? 165
Ben. But new struck nine.
Rom. Ay me! sad hours seem long.
Was that my father that went hence so fast?
Ben. It was. What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours? 168
Rom. Not having that, which having, makes them short.
Ben. In love?
Rom. Out—
Ben. Of love? 172
Rom. Out of her favour, where I am in love.
Ben. Alas! that love, so gentle in his view,
Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof.
Rom. Alas! that love, whose view is muffled still, 176
Should, without eyes, see pathways to his will.
Where shall we dine? O me! What fray was here?
Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all.
156 envious: malignant
158 sun; cf. n.
164 shrift: confession
174 view: outward appearance
175 proof: experience
176 view: sight; cf. n.
still: always
