[Enter] CHORUS.
1 Now old desire doth in his death-bed lie,
2 And young affection gapes to be his heir;
3 That fair for which love groan'd for and would die,
4 With tender Juliet match'd, is now not fair.
5 Now Romeo is beloved and loves again,
6 Alike betwitchèd by the charm of looks,
7 But to his foe supposed he must complain,
8 And she steal love's sweet bait from fearful hooks:
9 Being held a foe, he may not have access
10 To breathe such vows as lovers use to swear;
11 And she as much in love, her means much less
12 To meet her new-beloved any where:
13 But passion lends them power, time means, to meet
14 Tempering extremities with extreme sweet.
[Exit.]
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