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As glorious to this fight, being o'er my head,
Jul. O Romeo, Romeo,-- wherefore art thou Romeo
Rom. I take thee at thy word :
Jul. What man art thou, that thus, bescreen’d in night, So stumblest on my counfel?
Rom. By a name
Jul. My ears have yet not drunk a hundred words
Rom. Neither, fair faint, if either thee dislike.
If any of my kinsmen find thee here.
RÓ. With love's light wings did Io'er-perch these walls, For stony 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 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,
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, I han death prorogued, wanting of thy love.
Jul. 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 vast shore, wash'd with the farthest fea, 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 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, (15) (15)
-At lovers' ferjuries, Tbey fay, Jove laughs.] This remark our Poet, probably, borrow'd from Ovid; Jupiter ex alto Perjuria ridet Amantum.
De Art. Amandi, lib, i, 635. Or else from Tibullus, who has the same sentiment;
Perjuria ridet Amantum
Lib. iii. El. 7. To this likewise the Greeks alluded in their proverb, 'Apgodianosõpros ök ép-gpoint. Hesychius, I remember, in quoting this proverb, takes potice of a circumstance that I can neither recollect, nor trace, in Herod : viz. that he first feign'd that Jupiter and lo swore to each other. πρώτο- δε Ησίοδος έπλασε, τες περί τον Δία και την Ιω ομόσαι. Jupiter, we know, from fables, often broke his love oathsa fo could met realonably condemn the practice in others.
They say, fue laughs. Oh, gentle Romeo,
Rom. Lady, by yonder blessed moon I vow,
Jul. O swear not by the moon, th’inconitant moon, That monthly changes in her circled orb; Left that thy love prove likewise variable.
Kom. What shall I swear by ?
Jul. Do not swear at all;
Rom. If my true heart's love-
Rom. O, wilt thou leave me fo unsatisfied ?
Jul. I gave thee mine, before thou didît request it ;
Jul. But to be frank, and give it thee again.
(Nurse calls within Anon, good nurse: Sweet Mortagur, be true : Stay but a little, I will come again.
[Exit. Rom. O blessed, bleffed night! I am afraid, Being in night, all this is but a dream; Too lattering-sweet to be fubftantial.
Re-Enter Juliet above. Jul. Three words, dear Romeo, and good night, indood: 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 love, throughout the world.
[Within: Madam. I come, anon bat if thou mean't not well, I do befeech thee-[Within : Madam.] By and by, I
To ceafe thy suit, and leave me to my grief.
[Exit, Rom. A thousand times the worse, to want thy light. Love goes tow'd love, as fchool-boys from their books; But love from love, towords school with heavy looks.
Enter Juliet again.
Rom. It is my love that calls upon my name,
Jul. Romeo !
Jul. At what o'clock to-morrow
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. I et me stand here 'till thou remember it.
Jul. I fall forget, to have thee still stand there ; Remembring how I love thy company.
Ror. And I'll ftill 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 filk thread plucks it back again, So loving-jealous of his liberty.
Rom. I would, I were thy bird.
Jul. Sweet, fo would l; Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing. Good night, good night. Parting is such sweet forrow, That I fall say good night, 'till it be morrow. [Exir.
Rom. Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breaft! "Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to reft! Hence will I to my ghostly Friar's close cell, His help to crave, and my dear hap to tell. (Exit.
SCENE changes to a Monastery.
Enter Friar Lawrence, with a basket.