Which the dark night hath fo difcovered.
Rom. Lady, by yonder bleffed moon I vow
Jul. O fwear not by the moon, th' inconstant moon,
That monthly changes in her circled orb ;
Left that thy love prove likewise variable.
Rom. What fhall I swear by?

Jul. Do not fwear at all;

Or if thou wilt, fwear by thy gracious felf,
Which is the god of my idolatry,

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 fudden,
Too like the lightning which doth cease to be
Ere one can fay, it lightens-fweet, good night,
This bud of love by fummers ripening breath
May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet:
Good night, good night-as fweet repofe and reft
Come to thy heart, as that within my breast.
Rom. O wilt thou leave me fo unfatisfied?

Jul. What fatisfaction canft thou have to-night?
Rom. Th' exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine.
Jul. I gave thee mine before thou didst request it
And yet I would it were to give again.

Rom. Would't thou withdraw it? for what purpose, Love?

ful. But to be frank, and give it thee again.

My bounty is as boundless as the fea,

My love as deep; the more I give to thee,
The more I have, for both are infinite.

I hear fome noise within; dear love, adieu.

[Nurfe calls within. Anon, good Nurse-Sweet Mountague, be true; Stay but a little, I will come again.

Rom. O bleffed, bleffed night. I am afraid
Being in night, all this is but a dream!
Too flattering-fweet to be substantial.

[Exits

Re

Re-enter Juliet above.

Jul. Three words, dear Romeo, and good night indeed : If that thy bent of love be honourable,

Thy purpofe, marriage, fend me word to-morrow
By one that I'll procure to come to thee.
Where and what time thou wilt perform the rite;
And all my fortunes at thy foot I'll lay,
And follow thee, my love, throughout the world.
[Within: Madam.

I come, anon

but if thou mean'ft not well,

I do befeech thee [Within: Madam.] By and by I

come

To cease thy fuit, and leave me to my grief.

To-morrow will I fend."

Rom. So thrive my foul.

Jul. A thousand times good night.

Exit

Rom. A thousand times the worfe to want thy light. Enter Juliet again.

Jal. Hift! Romeo, hift! O for a falk'ner's voice, To lure this taffel gentle back again

Bondage is hoarfe and may not fpeak aload,

Elfe would I tear the cave where Echo lies,

And make her angry tongue more hoarse than mize
With repetition of my Romeo.

Rom. It is my love that calls upon my name.
How filver-fweet found lovers tongues by night,
Like fofteft mufick to attending ears!

Jul. Romeo!

Rom. My fweet!

ful. At what o'clock to-morrow

Shall I fend to thee?

Rom. By the hour of nine.

Jul. I will not fail, 'tis twenty years 'till thèn
I have forgot why I did call thee back.

Rom. Let me ftand here till thou remember it.
Jul. I fhall forget to have thee ftill stand there,
Remembring how I love thy company.
Rom. And I'll stay here to have thee ftill forget,

B

For

Forgetting any other home but this.

I would have thee gone,

Jul. 'Tis almoft morning.
And yet no further than a wanton's bird,
That lets it hop a little from her hand,
And with a filk thread plucks it back again,
So loving-jealous of his liberty.

Rom. I would I were thy bird.

Jul. Sweet, fo would I,

Yet I fhould kill thee with much cherishing.

Good night, good night. Parting is fuch fweet forrow, That I fhall fay good-night 'till it be morrow.

[Exit. Rom. Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast; Would I were fleep and peace, fo fweet to reft! Hence will I to my ghoftly father's cell,

His help to crave, and my dear hap to tell.

SCENE

[Exit.

III.

Fri.

A MONASTERY.

Enter Friar Lawrence with a basket.

THE gray-ey'd morn fmiles on the frowning

night,

Check'ring the eastern clouds with ftreaks of light,
Now ere the fun advance his burning eye,
The day to chear, and night's dank dew to dry,
I must fill up this ofier cage of ours

With baleful weeds, and precious juiced flowers.
O mickle is the powerful grace, that lies
In plants, herbs, ftones, and their true qualities.
For nought fo vile, that on the earth doth live,
But to the earth fome fpecial good doth give:
Nor ought fo good, but ftrain'd from that fair use,
Revolts to vice, and ftumbles on abuse.
Virtue itself turns vice, being mifapplied,
And vice fometimes by actions dignified.
Within the infant rind of this small flower
Poifon hath refidence, and medicine power:

For

For this being fmelt, with that fenfe chears each part:
Being tafted, flays all fenfes with the heart.
Two fuch oppofed foes encamp them ftill

In man, as well as herbs; Grace and rude Will:
And where the worfer is predominant,

➤ Full foon the canker death eats up that plant.

Enter Romeo.

Rom. Good-morrow, father.
Fri. Benedicite.

What early tongue fo fweet faluteth me ?
Young fon, it argues a diftemper'd head,
So foon to bid good-morrow to thy pillow:
Care keeps his watch on every old man's eye,
And where care lodgeth, fleep will never bide;
But where with unstuft brain unbruised youth
Doth couch his limbs, there golden fleep refides,
Therefore thy earlinefs affureth me

Thou art up-rouz'd by fome diftemp'rature :
What is the matter, fon?

Rom. I tell thee ere thou ask it me again;
I have been feasting with mine enemy,

Where to the heart's core one hath wounded me,
That's by me wounded; both our remedies

Within thy help and holy phyfic lie.

Fri. Be plain, good fon, and homely in thy drift. Rom. Then plainly know, my heart's dear love is fet On Juliet, Capulet's fair daughter;

As mine on hers, fo hers is set on mine:

When, and where, and how

We met, we woo'd, and made exchange of vows,

I'll tell thee as we pafs; but this I beg

That thou confent to marry us to-day.

Fri. Holy faint Francis, what a change is this!
But tell me, fon, and call thy reason home,
Is not this love the offspring of thy folly,
Bred from thy wantonnefs and thoughtless brain?.
Be heedful, youth, and fee you stop betimes,
Left that thy rafh ungovernable paffions,
O'er-leaping duty, and each due regard,

B 2

- Hurry

Hurry thee on, thro' fhort liv'd, dear-bought pleafures, To cureless woes, and lafting penitence.

Rom. I pray thee, chide me not, the whom I love, Doth give me grace for grace, and love for love; Do thou with heav'n fmile upon our union; Do not withold thy benediction from us, But make two hearts, by holy marriage, one. Fri. Well, come, my pupil, go along with me, In one refpećt I'll give thee my affiftance; For this alliance may fo happy prove,

To turn your houfhold rancour to pure love.

Rom. O let us hence, Love ftands on fudden hafte. Fri. Wifely and flow; they stumble that run faft.

Mer.

W

SCENE IV.

The STREET.

Enter Benvolio and Mercutio.

[Exeunt.

Here the devil fhould this Romeo be? came he not home to-night?

Ben. Not to his father's; I spoke with his man. Mer. Why that fame pale hard hearted wench, that Rofaline, torments him fo, that he will fure run mad. Ben. Tibalt, the kinfman to old Capulet hath fent a letter to his father's house.

Mer. A challenge, on my life.

Ben. Romeo will answer it.

Mer. Alas, poor Romeo, he is already dead! ftabb'd with a white wench's black eye, run through the ear with a love-fong, the very pin of his heart cleft with the blind bow-boy's but-fhaft; and is he a man to encounter Tibalt ?

Ben. Why, what is Tibalt ?

Mer. Oh, he's the courageous captain of compliments; he fights as you fing prick-fong, keeps time, distance, and proportion; refts his minum one, two, and the third in

your