Imatges de pÓgina

Rom. I take thee at thy word:
Call me but love, and I'll be new baptiz'd,
Henceforth I never will be Romeo.

Jul. What man art thou that thus bescreen'd in night So stumbleft on my counsel?

Rom. By a name
I know not how to tell thee who I am:
My name, dear faint, is hateful to my self,
Because it is an enemy to thee.
Had I it written, I would tear the word.

Jul. My ears have yet not drunk a hundred words
Of that congue's uttering, yet I know the found.
Art thou not Romeo, and a Mountague?

Rom. Neither, fair saint, if either thee dislike.

Jul. How cam'ft 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.

Rom. With love's lightwings did I o'er-perch these walls, 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 see thee, they will murder thee.

Rom. Alack there lyes more peril in thine eye, Than twenty of their lwords ; 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 eyes, 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’lt 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 vast shore wash'd with the farthest 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
For that which thou haft heard me speak to-night.
Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny
What I have spoke -- but farewel compliment :
Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt fay, ay,
And I will take thy word yet if thou swear'st,
Thou may'st prove false ; at lovers perjuries
They say yove 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 wooe : 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 confess,
But that thou over-heard'ft, ere I was 'ware,
My true love's passion; therefore pardon me,
And not impute this yielding to light love,
Which the dark night hath fo discovered.

Rom. Lady, by yonder blessed moon I vow,
That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops

Jul. O fwear not by the moon, th' inconstant moon, That monthly changes in her circled orb ; Lest that thy love prove likewife variable.

Rom. What shall I swear by?

Jul. Do not fwear 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 true heart's love

Jul. 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 nightmas sweet repose and rest
Come to thy heart, as that within my breaft!

Rom. o, wilt thou leave me fo unsatisfied ?
Jul. What fatisfaction canst thou have to-night?
Rom. Th’exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine.

Jul. I gave thee mine before thou didît request it: And yet I would it were to give again. [love?

Rom. Wouldst thou withdraw it? for what purpose,

Jul. But to be frank, and give it thee again.
And yet I wish but for the thing I have :
My bounty is as boundless as the sea,
My love as deep; the more I give to thee,
The more I have, for both are infinite.
I hear some noise within ; dear love, adieu.

[Nurse calls within, Anon, good nurseSweet Mountague, be true : Stay but a little, I will come again.

[Exit. Rom. O blessed, blessed night! I am afraid 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.

[Within : Madam.
I come, anon -but if thou mean'st not well,
I do beseech 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 soul !
Jul. A thousand times good night!



Rom. A thousand times the worse to want thy light. Love goes tow'rd love, as school-boys from their books ; But love from love, towards school with heavy looks.

Enter Juliet again.
Jul. Hist! Romeo, hist! O for a falkner's voice,
To lure this Tassel-gentle back again
Bondage is hoarse, and may not speak aloud ;
Else would I tear the cave where Echo lyes,
And make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine,
With repetition of my Romeo.

Rom. It is my love that calls upon my name ;
How filver-sweet sound lovers tongues by night,
Like softest musick to attending ears!

Jul. Romeo !
Rom. My sweet !

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 stand here 'till thou remember it.

Jul. I shall forget, to have thee still stand there, Remembring how I love thy company.

Rom. And I'll still stay to have thee ftill 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, That lets it hop a little from her hand, Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves, And with a lilk thread plucks it back again, So loving-jealous of his liberty.

Rom. I would I were thy bird.

Jul. Sweet, so would I; Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing. Good night, good night ! Parting is such sweet forrow, That I shall say, Good night, 'till it be morrow.

[Exit. Rom, Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast!


Would I were feep and peace, so sweet to reft!
Hence will I to my ghostly friar's close cell,
His help to crave, and my dear håp to tell.



A Monastery, Enter Friar Lawrence, with a basket. Fri. THE grey-ey'd 'morn smiles on the frowning

night, Check’ring the eastern clouds with streaks of light, And darkness Aecker'd like a drunkard reels : From forth day's path-way, made by Titan's 'wheels. 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. The earth that's nature's mother, is her tomb, What is her burying grave, that is her womb; And from her womb children of divers kind We fucking on her natural bosom find : Many for many vireues excellent, None but for some, and yet all different. O mickle is the powerful grace, that lyes In plants, herbs, stones, and their crue qualities. For nought so vile, that on the earth doth live, But to't the earth some special good doth give: Nor ought so good but, ftrain d'from that fair use, Revolts from's true birth stumbling on abuse. Virtue it self turns vice," being misapplied, And vice fometime by action's dignified. Within the infant rind of this small flower Poison hath residence, and medicine power: For this,' being smelt, with that sense chears each part; Being tasted, says all fenfes with the heart. VOL. VI.



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