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Rom. I take thee at thy word:
Jul. What man art thou that thus bescreen'd in night So stumbleft on my counsel?
Rom. By a name
Jul. My ears have yet not drunk a hundred words
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
Rom. Lady, by yonder blessed moon I vow,
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;
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:
Rom. o, wilt thou leave me fo unsatisfied ?
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.
[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.
Rom. So thrive my soul !
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.
Rom. It is my love that calls upon my name ;
Jul. Romeo !
Jul. At what a clock to-morrow
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!
S CE-N III.
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.