ACT IIEnter 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 belov’d, and loves again,Alike bewitched by the charm of looks;But to his foe suppos’d he must complain,And she steal love’s sweet bait from fearful hooks:Being held a foe, he may not have accessTo breathe such vows as lovers use to swear;And she as much in love, her means much lessTo meet her new beloved anywhere.But passion lends them power, time means, to meet,Tempering extremities