Deny thy father, and refuse thy name: Rom. Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this? Aside. Jul. 'Tis but thy name, that is my enemy. What's in a name? that which we call a rose, Rom. [night, Jul. What man art thou, that, thus bescreen'd in So stumblest on my counsel? Rom. By a name [words Jul. My ears have not yet drunk a hundred Of that tongue's utterance, yet I know the sound; Art thou not Romeo, and a Montague? Rom. Neither, fair saint, if either thee dislike. Jul, How cam'st thou hither, tell me? and wherefore? The orchard walls are high, and hard to climb; And the place death, considering who thou art, If any of my kinsmen find thee here. * Ownɛ, possesses. G G + Do off. Rom. With love's light wings did I o'erperch these walls; For stony limits cannot hold love out; And what love can do, that dares love attempt, Jul. If they do see thee, they will murder thee. Rom. Alack! there lies more peril in thine eye, Than twenty of their swords; look thou but sweet, 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 sight; 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 whose direction found'st thou out this place? Rom. By love, who first did prompt me to inquire; 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 furthest sea, I would adventure for such merchandise. Jul. Thou know'st, the mask of night is on my face; Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek, * Hinderance. Or if thou think'st I am too quickly won, Rom. Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear, moon, That monthly changes in her circled orb, Jul. Do not swear at all; Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self, Which is the god of my idolatry, And I'll believe thee. Rom. If my heart's dear loveJul. Well, do not swear: although I joy in thee, I have no joy of this contract to-night: It is too rash, too unadvis'd, too sudden: Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be, Ere one can say It lightens. Sweet, good-night! This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath, May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet. Good night, good night; as sweet repose and rest Come to thy heart, as that within my breast! Rom. O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied? + Shy. *Behaviour. Jul. What satisfaction canst thou have to-night? Rom. The exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine. gave Jul. I thee mine before thou didst request And yet I would it were to give again. [it: Rom. Wouldst thou withdraw it? for what purpose, love? Jul. But to be frank*, and give it thee again. [Nurse calls within. [Exit. Rom. O blessed, blessed night! I am afeard, Being in night, all this is but a dream. Too flattering-sweet to be substantial. Re-enter JULIET, above. Jul. Three words, dear Romeo, and good night, indeed. If that thy bent of love be honourable, Thy purpose marriage, send 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 lord throughout the world. Nurse [within.] Madam. Jul. I come, anon:-But if thou mean'st not well, I do beseech thee, Nurse [within.] Madam. Jul. * Free. By and by, I come :— +Inclination. To cease thy suit, and leave me to my grief: Rom. So thrive my soulJul. A thousand times good night! [Exit. Rom. A thousand times the worse, to want thy light.[books; Love goes toward love, as schoolboys from their But love from love, toward school with heavy looks. [Retiring slowly. Re-enter JULIET, above. Jul. Hist! Romeo, hist!-O, for a falconer's To lure this tassel-gentle* back again! [voice, Bondage is hoarse, and may not speak aloud; Else would I tear the cave where echo lies, And make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine With repetition of my Romeo's name. Rom. It is my soul, that calls upon my name: How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night, Like softest music to attending ears! Jul. Romeo! Jul. I will not fail; 'tis twenty years till then, I have forgot why I did call thee back. Rom. Let me stand here till thou remember it. Jul. I shall forget, to have thee still stand there, Rememb'ring how I love thy company. Rom. And I'll still stay, to have thee still forget, Forgetting any other home but this. Jul. 'Tis almost morning, I would have thee gone: And yet no further than a wanton's bird; *The male of the goshawk, |