| Chorus | |
Now old desire doth in his death-bed lie, | |
| | And young affection gapes to be his heir; | |
| | That fair for which love groan'd for and would die, | |
| | With tender Juliet match'd, is now not fair. | 5 |
| | Now Romeo is beloved and loves again, | |
| | Alike betwitched by the charm of looks, | |
| | But to his foe supposed he must complain, | |
| | And she steal love's sweet bait from fearful hooks: | |
| | Being held a foe, he may not have access | 10 |
| | To breathe such vows as lovers use to swear; | |
| | And she as much in love, her means much less | |
| | To meet her new-beloved any where: | |
| | But passion lends them power, time means, to meet | |
| | Tempering extremities with extreme sweet. | 15 |
| | [Exit] |