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 befcreen'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 felf, 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 diflike. Rom. With love's light wings did I o'er-perch these walls, And what love can do, that dares love attempt: Jul. If they do fee thee, they will murder thee. Jul. I would not for the world they faw thee here. Than death prorogued, wanting of thy love. Jul. By whofe direction found'it thou out this place? Rom. By love, that firft did prompt me to enquire; He lent me counfel, and I lent him eyes: I am no pilot, yet wert thou as far As that vaft fhore wash'd with the fartheft sea, I would adventure for fuch merchandise. Jul. Thou know'ft the mask of night is on my face, Elfe Elfe would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek Rom. Lady, by yonder bleffed moon I vow, That tips with filver all thefe fruit-tree tops Jul. O fwear not by the moon, th' inconftant moon, That monthly changes in her circled orb ; Left that thy love prove likewife variable. Rom. What fhall I swear by? Jul. Do not fwear at all; Or if thou wilt, fwear by thy gracious felf, 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, Ere one can fay, It lightensfweet, good night! May May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet: [love? I hear some noise within; dear love, adieu. Anon, good nurfe [Nurfe calls within. 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 fubftantial. Re-enter Juliet above. [Exit. Jul. Three words, dear Romeo, and good night indeed: If that thy bent of love be honourable, Thy purpose marriage, fend me word to-morrow, [Within: Madam. I come, anon-but if thou mean'ft not well, I do befeech thee-[Within: Madam.] By and by I come- Rom. So thrive my foul! Ful. A thousand times good night! [Exit. Rom. Rom. A thousand times the worse to want thy light. Love goes tow'rd love, as fchool-boys from their books; But love from love, towards school with heavy looks. Enter Juliet again. Jul. Hift! Romeo, hift! O for a falkner's voice, Bondage is hoarfe, and may not speak aloud; Rom. It is my love that calls upon my name; Jul. Romeo! Rom. My fweet! Jul. At what a clock to-morrow Shall I send to thee? Rom. By the hour of nine. Jul. I will not fail, 'tis twenty years 'till then,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 still stand there, Remembring how I love thy company. Rom. And I'll ftill ftay to have thee ftill forget, Forgetting any other home but this. Jul. 'Tis almoft morning. I would have thee gone, And yet no further than a Wanton's bird, That lets it hop a little from her hand, Like a poor prifoner in his twisted gyves, And with a filk thread plucks it back again, Rom. I would I were thy bird. Jul. Sweet, fo would I; Yet I fhould kill thee with much cherishing. Would Would I were fleep and peace, fo fweet to reft! [Exit. S C EN E III. A Monaftery, Enter Friar Lawrence, with a basket. Fri. TH 'HE grey-ey'd morn fmiles on the frowning Check'ring the eaftern clouds with ftreaks of light, The day to chear, and night's dank dew to dry, 113 With baleful weeds, and precious-juiced flowers. None but for fome, and yet all different. For this, being fmelt, with that fenfe chears each part; VOL. VI. R ? Two |