Reading The Tragedy of Romeo and Iuliet — William Shakespeare

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Fri.

Benedecite.

What early tongue so sweet saluteth me?

Young Sonne, it argues a distempered head,

So soone to bid goodmorrow to thy bed;

Care keepes his watch in euery old mans eye,

And where Care lodges, sleepe will neuer lye:

But where vnbrused youth with vnstuft braine

Doth couch his lims, there, golden sleepe doth raigne;

Therefore thy earlinesse doth me assure,

Thou art vprous'd with some distemprature;

Or if not so, then here I hit it right.

Our Romeo hath not beene in bed to night.

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