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What if her eyes were there, they in her head?
That I might touch that cheek!
Jul. Ah me!
Rem. She speaks!
Oh, speak again, bright angel! for thou art (6)
Unto the white-upturned, wondring, eyes
Jul. O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father, and refuse thy name :
Or, if thou wilt not, be but fworn my love,
Rom. Shall I hear more, or fhall I speak at this?
Jul. 'Tis but thy name that is my enemy:
(6) 0, Speak again, bright Angel! for thou art
As glorious to this Night,] Though all the printed Copies concur in this Reading, yet the latter Part of the Simile seems to require,
As glorious to this Sight;
and therefore I have ventured to alter the Text fo, i. e. Thou appeareft over my Head, as glorious to my Eyes, as an Angel in the Clouds to Mortals that ftare up at him with Admi-. ration,
Retain that dear perfection which he owes,
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 So ftumbleft on my counfel?
Rom. By a name
I know not how to tell thee who I am:
Had I it written, I would tear the word.
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 Montague?
Rom. Neither, fair faint, 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, confidering who thou art, If any of my kinsmen find thee here.
Ro. With love's light wings did I o'er-perch thefe walls, For ftony limits cannot hold love out;
And what love can do, that dares love attempt:
Jul. If they do fee thee, they will murder thee. Rom. Alack! there lies more peril in thine eye, Than twenty of their fwords; look thou but sweet, And I am proof against their enmity.
Jul. I would not for the world, they faw 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 whofe direction foundft 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 shore, wafh'd with the fartheft fea,
Jul. Thou know'ft, the mask of night is on my face,
Rom. Lady, by yonder bleffed moon I vow, That tips with filver all thefe fruit-tree topsJul. O fwear not by the moon, th' inconftant moon, That monthly changes in her circled orb; Left that thy love prove likewife variable. Rem. What fhall I fwear by
Jul. Do not fwear at all;
Or, if thou wilt, fwear by thy gracious self,
And I'll believe thee.
Rom. If my true heart's love
Jul. Well, do not fwear-although I joy in thee,
Ere one can fay, it lightens Sweet, good-night.
Rom. O, wilt thou leave me fo unfatisfied?
Jul. What fatisfaction canft thou have to-night? Rom. Th' exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine, Jul. I gave thee mine, before thou didst request it : And yet I would, it were to give again.
Rom. Wouldst thou withdraw it? for what purpofe,
Jul. But to be frank, and give it thee again.
My love as deep; the more I give to thee,
[Nurfe calls within.
Rom. O bleffed, bleffed night! I am afraid,
Re-enter Juliet above.
Jul. Three words, dear Romeo, and good-night, indeed:
Thy purpofe marriage, send me word to-morrow,
To ceafe thy fuit, and leave me to my grief.
Rom. So thrive my foul,
ful. A thoufand times, good-night.
[Exit. Rom. A thousand times the worfe, to want thy light. Love goes tow'rd love, as fchool-boys from their books; But love from love, tow'rds fchool with heavy looks.
Enter Juliet again.
Jul. Hift! Romeo, hift! O for a falkner's voice,
Bondage is hoarfe, and may not speak aloud;
And make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine,
Rom. It is my love that calls upon my name,
Rem. My fweet!
ful. At what o'clock to-morrow
Shall I fend to thee?
Rom. By the hour of nine.
Jul. I will not fail, 'tis twenty years 'till thenI have forgot why I did call thee back.
Rom. Let me ftand here 'till thou remember it. Jul. I fhall forget, to have thee ftill ftand there; Reinembring how I love thy company.
Rom. And I'll till 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,
So loving-jealous of his liberty.
Rem. I would, I were thy bird.
Jul. Sweet, fo would I;
Yet I fhould kill thee with much cherishing.
Cood-night, good-night. Parting is fuch fweet forrow, That I fhall fay good-night, 'till it be morrow. [Exit.