That in thy likeness thou appear to us. Ben. And if he hear thee, thou wilt anger him. Mer. This cannot anger him: 'twould anger him To raise a spirit in his mistress's circle, Of some strange nature, letting it there stand 'Till she had laid it, and conjur'd it down; That were some spight. My invocation is Ben. Come, he hath hid himself among these trees, Blind is his love, and beft befits the dark. Mer. If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark. And with his mistress were that kind of fruit, Ben. Go then, for 'tis in vain To seek him here that means not to be found. Rom. SCENE III. A Garden. Enter Romeo. E jefts at scars that never felt a wound HE [Exeunt. But foft, what light thro' yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the fun! [Juliet appears above at a window. Arife, fair fun, and kill the envious moon, That That thou, her maid, art far more fair than fhe. Be not her maid fince fhe is envious: Her vestal livery is but fick and green, And none but fools do wear it, caft it off--- I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks: O that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek! Jul. Ah me! Rom. She fpeaks. Oh speak again, bright angel, for thou art Jul. O Romeo, Romeo--- wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father, and refuse thy name: Or if thou wilt not, be but fworn my love, And I'll no longer be a Capulet. Rom. Shall I hear more, or fhall I fpeak at this? [afide. Nor Nor arm, nor face----- nor any other part. Rom. I take thee at thy word: Call me but love, and I'll be new baptiz'd, Jul. What man art thou, that thus bescreen'd in night Rom. By a name I know not how to tell thee who I am: My name, dear faint, is hateful to my self, Because it is an enemy to thee. Had I it written, I would tear the word. Jul. My ears have yet not drunk a hundred words Rom. Neither, fair faint, if either thee displease. And the place death, confidering who thou art, If any of my kinsmen find thee here. Rom. With love's light wings did I o'er-perch thefe walls, For ftony limits cannot hold love out, And what love can do, that dares love attempt: Therefore thy kinsmen are no stop to me. Jul. If they do fee thee, they will murder thee. Rom. Alack there lies more peril in thine eye, Than twenty of their fwords; look thou but sweet, • Corrected thus from the 1ft edition. And £ diflik e. And I am proof against their enmity. Jul. I would not for the world they saw thee here. Rom. I have night's cloak to hide me from their eyes, And but thou love me, let them find me here; My life were better ended by their hate, Than death prorogued, wanting of thy love. Jul. By whofe direction found'st thou out this place? Rom. By love, that first did prompt me to enquire, He lent me counsel, and I lent him eyes: I am no pilot, yet wert thou as far As that vast shore, wash'd with the farthest sea, I would adventure for fuch merchandise. - yet Jul. Thou know'ft the mask of night is on my face, Elfe would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek For that which thou hast heard me fpeak to-night. Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny What I have spoke ---- but farewel compliment: Doft thou love me? I know thou wilt say, ay, And I will take thy word if thou swear'st, Thou may'st prove false; at lovers perjuries They fay Jove laughs. Oh gentle Romeo, If thou doft love, pronounce it faithfully: Or if thou think I am too quickly won, I'll frown and be perverse, and say thee nay, So thou wilt wooe: but elfe not for the world. In truth, fair Mountague, I am too fond; And therefore thou may'st think my g 'haviour light: But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true, 8 coining, or coying. Which the dark night hath so discovered. Jul. O fwear not by the moon, th' inconstant moon, Jul. Do not fwear at all; Or if thou wilt, fwear by thy gracious self, And I'll believe thee. Rom. If my true heart's love---- Jul. Well, do not fwear ----- although I joy in thee, I have no joy of this contract to-night; It is too rafh, too unadvis'd, too sudden, Too like the lightning which doth cease to be And yet I would it were to give again. Rom. Wouldst thou withdraw it? for what purpose, love? And yet I wish but for the thing I have: My love as deep; the more I give to thee, [Nurfe calls within. I |