JUL. Go, ask his name: if he be married, My grave is like to be my wedding bed. Nurse. His name is Romeo, and a Montague; The only son of your great enemy. Jul. My only love sprung from my only hate! Too early seen unknown, and known too late! Prodigious birth of love it is to me, That I must love a loathed enemy. Nurse. What's this? what's this? Jul. A rhyme I learn'd even now Of o e I d nced w thal. [ ne cal s within Juliet. Nurse. Anon, anon! Come, let's away; the strangers all are gone. [Exeunt. ACT THE SECOND. PROLOGUE. Enter Chorus. Chor. Now old desire doth in his death-bed lie, Alike bewitched by the charm of looks, 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-beloved any where: But passion lends them power, time means, to meet, Tempering extremities with extreme sweet. [Exit. SCENE I. A lane by the wall of Capulet's orchard. Rom. Can I go forward when my heart is here? Turn back, dull earth, and find thy centre out. [He climbs the wall, and leaps down within it. Enter Benvolio and Mercutio. Ben. Romeo! my cousin Romeo! .Mer. He is wise; And, on my life, hath stol'n him home to bed. [wall: MER. Nay, I'll conjure too. Romeo! humours! madman! passion! lover! Appear thou in the likeness of a sigh: Speak but one rhyme, and I am satisfied; Cry but Ay me! pronounce but love and dove; Speak to my gossip Venus one fair word, One nick-name for her purblind son and heir, Young Adam Cupid, he that shot so trim, When King Cophetua loved the beggar-maid! He heareth not, he stirreth not, he moveth not; The ape is dead, and I must conjure him. I conjure thee by Rosaline's bright eyes, By her high forehead and her scarlet lip, By her fine foot, straight leg and quivering thigh And the demesnes that there adjacent lie, Ben. An if he hear thee, thou wilt anger him. Mer. This cannot anger him: 'twould anger him To raise a spirit in his mistress' circle Of some strange nature, letting it there stand Is fair and honest, and in his mistress' name I conjure only but to raise up him. Ben. Come, he hath hid himself among these trees, To be consorted with the humorous night: Blind is his love and best befits the dark. Mer. If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark. Now will he sit under a medlar tree, And wish his mistress were that kind of fruit Come, shall we go? Ben. Go, then; for 'tis in vain To seek him here that means not to be found. [Exeu t. CENE II. Capulet's orchard. Enter Romeo. Rom. He jests at scars that never felt a wound. [Juliet appears above at a window. D But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she: Be not her maid, since she is envious; Her vestal livery is but sick and green And none but fools do wear it; cast it off. It is my lady, O, it is my love! O, that she knew she were! She speaks, yet she says nothing: what of that? I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks : stars, As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven That I might touch that cheek! JUL. ROM. Ay me! She speaks: O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art Unto the white-upturned wondering eyes Jul. O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Deny thy father and refuse thy name; Rom. [Aside] Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this? Jul. "Tis but thy name that is my enemy; Belonging to a man. O, be some other name! Rom. I take thee at thy word: Call me but love, and I'11 be new baptized; Henceforth I never will be Romeo. Jul. What man art thou that thus bescreen'd in night So stumblest on my counsel? Rom. By a name I know not how to tell thee who I am: |