William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare
The second prologue takes the form of a Shakespearean sonnet, just as the first one did.
We hear how the family feud makes it hard for them to find time to let their love blossom, but nevertheless, “passion lends them power”, and the promise of one another drives them, and the action of the play, o...
PROLOGUE
Enter Chorus
CHORUS
Now old desire doth in his deathbed 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.
Now Romeo is beloved and loves again,
Alike bewitchèd 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
To breathe such vows as lovers use to swear,
And she as much in love, her means much less
To meet her new belovèd anywhere.
But passion lends them power, time means, to meet
Temp'ring extremities with extreme sweet.
Exit