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Her mother is the lady of the house,
And a good lady, and a wise and virtuous,
I nurs'd her daughter that you talk'd withal :
I tell you, he that can lay hold on her
Shall have the chink.
Ben. Is she a Capulet?
Romeo, let's be gone, the sport is over.
Rom. Ay, so I fear, the more is my mishap. [Ex.
Cap. Nay, gentlemen, prepare not to be gone,
We have a trifling foolish banquet towards.
Is it e'en so ? why then, I thank you
I thank you, honest gentlemen, good night:
More torches here come on, then let's to supper.
Jul. Come hither, nurse. What is yon gentleman ?
Nurse. The son and heir of old Tiberio.
Jul. What's he that is now going out of door?
Nurse. That, as I think, is young Mercutio.
Jul. What's he that follows here, that would not
Nurse. I know not.
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 Mountague,
The only son of your great enemy.
Jul. My only love (prung from my only hate !
Too early seen, unknown; and known too late.
Nurse. What's this ? what's this?
Jul. A rhime I learn'd e'en now
Of one I talk'd withal,
[One calls within, Juliet
Nurse. Anon, anon
Come, let's away, the strangers are all gone. [Exeunt,
A C T II. SC EN E I.
The S T R E E T.
Enter Romeo alone.
NAN I go forward when my heart is here ?
Turn back, dull earth, and find thy center out.[Exit.
Enter Benvolio with Mercurio,
Ben. Romeo, my cousin Romeo.
Mer. He is wise,
And on my life hath stol'n him home to bed.
Ben. He ran this way, and leap'd this orchard wall, Call, good Mercutio.
Mer. Nay, I'll conjure too.
Why, Romeo! humours ! madman! paflion! lover! -
Appear thou in the likeness of a Sigh,
Speak but one Rhime, and I am satisfied.
Cry but Ab me ! couple but love and dove,
Speak to my gossip Venus one fair word,
One nick-name to her purblind son and heir ;
I conjure thee by my mistress's bright eyes,
By her high forehead, and her scarlet lip,
By her fine foot, straight leg, and quivering thigh,
And the demearns that there adjacent lie,
That in thy likeness thou appear to us.
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
'Till she had laid it. My invocation is,
Honest and fair, and in his mistress' name,
I conjure only but to raise him up.
Ben. Come, he hath hid himself among these trees, To be conforted with the hum'rous night.
Mer. Romeo, good night, I'll to my truckle bed,
This field-bed is too cold for me to sleep:
Come, shall we go ?
Ben. Go then, for 'tis in vain
To seek him here that means not to be found. [Exeunt.
Rom. E jests at scars that never felt a wound
But soft, what light thro' yonder window
breaks ? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun!
[Juliet appears above at a window.
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
Who is already fick and pale with grief,
That thou, her maid, art far more fair than she.
She speaks, yet she says nothing ; what of that?
Her eye discourses, I will answer it ;
I am too bold
They'd through the airy region stream fo bright,
That birds would fing and think it were the morn.
See how she leans her cheek upon her hand!
O that I were a glove upon that hand,
That I might touch that cheek !
Jul. Ah me!
Rom. She speaks, she speaks !
Oh speak again, bright angel, for thou art
As glorious to this fight, being o'er my head,
As is a winged messenger from heav'n,
To the upturned wondring eyes of mortals
When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds,
the bofom of the air. Jul. O Romeo, Romeo -wherefore art thou Romeo ? Deny thy father, and refuse thy name: Or if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, And I'll no longer be a Capulet. Rom. Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this ?
[Afide. Jul. 'Tis but thy name that is my enemy; What's in a name that which we call a rose, By any other name would smell as sweet. So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call’d
Retain that dear perfection which he owes,
Without that title ; Romeo, quit thy name,
And for that name, which is no part of thee,
Take all myfelf.
Rom. I take thee at thy word :
Call me but love, I will forswear my name,
And never more be Romeo.
Jul. What man art thou, that thus bescreen’d in night So stumbleft on my counfel?
Rom. I know not how to tell thee who I am: My name, dear faint, is hateful to myself, Because it is an enemy to thee.
Jul. My ears have yet not drunk a hundred words Of that tongue's uttering, yet I know the found. Art thou not Romeo, and a Mountague ?
Rom. Neither, fair faint, if either thee displease.
Jul. How cam't thou hither, tell me, and for what?
The orchard-walls are high, and hard to climb,
And the place death, considering who thou art,
any of my kinsmen find thee here.
Rom. With love's light wings did I o'er-perch these
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 swords ; look thou but sweet, And I am proof against their enmity.
Jul. I would not for the world they saw thee here,
By whose 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 vaft shore, wash'd with the farthest sea,
I would adventure for such merchandise.
Jul. Thou know'ft the mask of night is on my face, Elfe would a maiden blush bepaint my
For that which thou hast heard me speak 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 yet if thou swear'ft,
Thou may'st prove false ; at lovers perjuries
They say Jove laughs. Oh gentle Romeo,
If thou dost 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 woo: but else not for the world.
In truth, fair Mountague, I am too fond;
And therefore thou may'st think my 'haviour light:
But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true,
Than those that have more cunning to be strange.
I should have been more strange, I must confels,
But that thou over-heard'ít, ere I was 'ware,
My true love's paffion; therefore pardon me,
And not impute this yielding to light love,
Which the dark night hath so discovered.
Rom. Lady, by yonder blessed moon I vow
Jul. O swear not by the moon, th’inconftant moon,
That monthly changes in her circled orb ;
Left that thy love prove likewise variable.;
Rom. What shall I swear by ?
Jul. Do not swear at all ;
Or if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious felf,
Which is the god of my idolatry,
And I'll belive thee.
Rom. If my true heart's love
Ful. 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
Rom. O wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied ?
Jul. What fatisfaction canst thou have to-night?
Rom. Th’exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine.
gave thee mine before thou didst request it: And yet
I would it were to give again. Rom. Would'ft thou withdraw it? for what purpose, love?