Iul: Whats he that now is going out of dore? 105
Nur: That as I thinke is yong Petruchio.
Iul: Whats he that followes there that would not dance?
Nur: I know not.
Iul: Goe learne his name, if he be maried,
My graue is like to be my wedding bed. 110
Nur: His name is Romeo and a Mountague, the onely
sonne of your great enemie.
Iul: My onely Loue sprung from my onely hate,
Too early seene vnknowne, and knowne too late:
Prodigious birth of loue is this to me, 115
That I should loue a loathed enemie.
Nurse: Whats this? whats that?
Iul: Nothing Nurse but a rime I learnt euen now of oue I dancst with.
Nurse: Come your mother staies for you, Ile goe a long
with you. Exeunt.